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what annoys me about explaining evolution to people who don’t think it’s real is that everyone’s idea of how it works seems to be from this

Whereas the reality is far more like

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i was at an event last night in california and i went to the bar to order wine bc wine was like, a thing, and i looked at the menu and saw i was completely out of my depth bc idk any wine names, so i turned to my right and there was a man in a gorgeous suit standing at the bar beside me and i said “do you know anything about wine?” and he said “a little, yes!” i told him i liked white and dry wines and asked if he’d order for me. he asked the server for two glasses and had one poured for each of us and then he clinked his glass on mine but he didn’t take a sip, he just watched me taste mine and then he asked what i thought and i said “it’s pretty good, but like i said, i wouldn’t know.” he laughed and told me to have a good time & i walked away. fifteen minutes later i found out he’s the winemaker.

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Hear me out. Dabi doesn’t smoke- but specifically for you he’ll light one up to burn your skin with when you’ve been bad. He could just do it himself, but you like his touch too much for that to be a good punishment

Ooooh I'm hearing you out all right. 👀

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Ugh I'm just imagining getting into a heated (pun intended lmao) argument with him. Both of you saying things that you both know don't actually mean but still are pissing each other off.

And maybe you go too far and say something about his family, or worse of all, about his father, and how he's just like him.

Then he just sighs and shakes his head. And instead of doing what he usually does and dragging you over to the bed so you can both make it up to each other, playfully burning you as he fucks you just to remind you who you belong to.

Instead, he walks over and grabs the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, and takes one out.

Your eyes go wide as he sits down and lights it, sitting with his legs parted, bright blue eyes staring intensely at you as he lets out a drag of smoke. It makes you cringe as the scent fills your senses.

"Come here," he demands. His voice ice cold, leaving no room for arguing. Yet you still protest.

"Dabi, I'm sorry. I-" you start stammering, knowing you fucked up. You squirm in discomfort as you stare at the lit cigarette in his hand as it burns a bright orange when he flicks the ash away. You shiver, almost able to feel it burning a scar into your skin just like he's done with them before.

"I said, get your ass over here." He snaps, his voice low and dangerous as he stands up. "Or do I need to get the belt out too?"

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DAY XXIII. — CANNIBALISM (TRICKSTER AU)

cw: Cannibalism, Gore, Graphic Descriptions of Flesh, Begging, Homestuck Reference, Teasing, Slightly Out of Character Touya, Usage of Quirks, Trickster! Touya, Yandere Undertones, Implications of a Backstory with Touya, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: Yes, I was once a Homestuck fan, and Tricksters have forever left a mark on my brain. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.1k words.

“Do it! Do it!” 

You’re screaming, but Touya isn’t listening. He’s cackling, pressing your body to the hardwood floor, digging the dome of your head into the ground, stone, it hurts, and he’s getting loftier by the second. He’s colorful, blazing, a rainbow of colors that you squint and strain against, that makes you nauseous, carsick, and you’re choking on blood that isn’t even in the back of your throat. Saliva is thick, but Touya is real. His eyes are like moons, disco balls blasting hues spectrum red to red, and you wonder if he can truly see you in front of him. Touya’s grip tightens, but you shake your head. 

“No! Get off of me, Touya!” 

The words stay hidden behind glued teeth, a seal press that doesn’t want to pop loose because you see that strange glint in Touya’s eyes. You don’t know what it means, but you sure as hell don’t want to risk it. If you risk it, then it’s all over. You can’t open your mouth, no matter how hard he slams his thumb and index finger into the hovels of your jawbone. You think there are clouds around him, maybe more colors, sparkles, or glitter, or just a mirage of things that don’t quite make sense. A Quirk, somebody must have used their Quirk on him, but it’s terrifying. You don’t know how to fix him, what will make him stop. 

“Nuh-uh! Not until you open your mouth!”

You thrash at his squeal, and both of your legs are flailing and kicking out. Touya gets thrown off balance, but he decides to topple onto you and whine. 

“No!” 

“Big baby! Open your mouth!” 

He smells sweet, really sweet. He’s like a candy shop—he looks like candy. He’s drenched in it, candies of all kinds. Peppermint, gum, lollipops, mints, and so many more. They’re all over his body, skin a vibrant pink, hair a luscious green, and his eyes glow. They’re swirling with white worms, coiling, and you can’t help but find yourself sinking into their baby blue. He’s like a child, Touya’s acting like a child. His voice is still so deep, rough, but there’s a pitch to him that you haven’t heard in—in, you haven’t—

Touya uses his hold on your head to lift your body a fraction and pummel it back down. The thundering electricity, the momentary numbing sting, it fills your lungs and you can’t help it—you gasp. 

“Ha ha! You fell for it!” 

You don’t get the chance to comprehend what’s happening before Touya’s free hand is shoved into your mouth. Fingers wriggle in deep, you gag, and Touya starts petting the flat of your tongue a few strokes before he starts pushing something down your throat. It’s sweet, sour, spicy, bitter, and every other taste your weak mind could conjure—flesh, Touya’s flesh. When did he get that? Where did he pull that off of? His staples knock against the back of your teeth, you feel chipped, broken porcelain, and Touya just starts giggling like a little schoolgirl. He’s elated, joyful, and he leans over your body close enough, and you can feel him start to kick his feet into the air. His pressure on your body hurts, he’s suffocating you, but you’re too busy feeling the horror crawling under your skin. 

That slime of his flesh, it’s not there, it’s just your spit, and it melts in your mouth just like cotton candy. He’s candy, he’s genuine candy, and the thought is twisting your stomach. 

“Do you like it? Do ya? Say something!” 

You swallow, you don’t want to, but it happens and you start hiccuping. You just ate a piece of Touya’s flesh. You just—

“Fine. Then try another piece.” 

Touya doesn’t let you interject, he just retracts his fingers from your mouth, silly string tugging along like a ventriloquist against the fingertips, and you cough. The hefty gobs of saliva snap and slap your chin, neck, chest, and you wince. Touya doesn’t stop, he just hooks the fingers digging into your face in deep so that you can’t close your mouth again, and then he touches the burns on that arm. You stare in abhor, looking so frantically into Touya’s eyes, but there’s no thoughts staring back at you whenever he begins drumming his fingers against his limb. Once, twice, thrice, and the fourth measure is whenever he stops and claws. 

Nothing can describe the way your mind reels whenever you watch the smiles of his flat nails shovel into his flesh, underneath warbled and wrinkled burns, burns that are a mottled lavender, and pull. Touya flays his flesh off, peeling it like a newborn scab, and you watch pink, red, blue, and purple powder—sugar—spill from the wounds. He’s sand, he’s dust, he’s ash, and he’s pulling his flesh off like a piece of frazzled licorice. Touya just comes apart so easily, and he’s laughing, rocking his own socks off, and he’s swinging his head side to side like a seesaw, humming and singing the rhythm of some old children’s nursery rhyme. Both of your eyes are wide open, goodnight moon, and you can’t do anything as you watch Touya yank his flesh up and high, fruit by the foot, and you feel like you’re going to be sick. The scent of sweets, the sugar, the caramelized sodium, and Touya jerks off the piece of flesh like tape. 

It snaps, you can hear the sound, like a rubber band being thrummed, but the sound dies in the shells of your ears whenever Touya yelps and snaps his fingers forward like a viper. The longer rope of flesh flops around like a wet and soggy noodle, but it’s not the same, it’s dry, and white cream smears on the parts of your body that it touches. The sensations make you gag all over again, but that gives Touya ample opportunity to shove the flesh into your mouth, and down down down down the hatch it goes. He screams in delight. 

“Ohhh! Haha, if you like that, then you can eat the rest of me! But you have to promise you’ll take bites of me willingly if you want me to let you go! Okay, okay, you big baby? Eat me up! Eat me! I want you to eat me! Do it! Do it!” 

Candy floods your senses, blood sugar spikes, black splotches dot your vision, spasms, aches, and Touya’s begging is the last thing you see before rainbows sparkle into darkness—the flavor overwhelming, Touya, and 

“Eat me! Eat me eat me eat me eat me! Eaaaaaaaat meeee!” 

And his flavor is the last thing you remember. 

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Plunders of war moodboard #3

In order to inspire myself to write 😅 and finish ch.39, I made another moodboards! For Shouto and Touya 😳🥺.

Why do I always associate Shouto with doom and gloom when the seer told the reader of her and Touya 🤔

Link to ch.1

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im a big fan of how entering "homo" into BLAST's organism-specific search field will show you every way a scientist has ever typo'd homo sapiens

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You have my full permission to be weird and inappropriate at me

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when a mutual has a bad take, it’s important to remember that nobody’s perfect. but when someone you don’t know has a bad take, it’s important to send a firing squad to their house

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Hey guys, not sure how well this will work or the reach it will bring but I thought I’d atleast try:

Nyx and Exene have been stalwart’s in the community. Between their own lives, the communication surrounding SoCal, and their ongoing battle with Fawkes’ health, I’d like to see what we could do as a community to help build up around them.

For context, I/my family had to put my childhood dog down this past fall, she was a 11 year old Saint Bernard named Belle; but she was everything to me in so many ways. It was hard, excruciating, and a pain that never really goes away. But over time the pain becomes more bearable and you cherish the good memories.

One of the ways that can be assisted is through clay paw prints as shown above. It’s one that I look at every day to keep me grounded. Depending on the state, vet, and detail, these can cost anywhere from 50-100 dollars.

I know Nyx and Exene currently are offering content to help get them to NEST so I thought it’d be a token of appreciation for us as a community to help them through their process and gift them a clay paw print. Or at the very least, a monetary donation from us as a community to help aid them in wherever they decide to use it.

If you follow me or don’t follow me, follow Nyx and Exene, or just want to help a Tumblr friend out, please feel free to either dm me or shoot me a comment in the post and I can send my Venmo/Cashapp link. I’ll provide screenshots of payments to Nyx to ensure validity.

The goal I’m shooting for is 100 and I can start us off with 20. If you got to the bottom of this post, thank you for reading, please feel free to reblog/share at your disposal so we can help some dear moots out. Thanks all!

Alex

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went to an elementaryschool musical production and they started the show with the director saying: "Now there's some very small viewers here today, so just so you know. There will be a scary character later in the show. This is her," and a girl in a kinda scary ghost outfit did a creepy walk across the stage, then stood up straight and did a cheery wave, "but remember, it's just Nina. She's pretending to be scary."

Aaaand i would very much like for horror movies to have that as a little bonus feature you can chose. Let me start a movie with Guillermo del Toro showing me a scary ghost that might jump at me, but don't worry, thats just Doug!

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weeeeeeeeeed

Our Japanese class found it funny that in common terminology "food" isn't very distinguished from specifically "rice" until it was pointed out to us that in English "meal" is "loose roughly ground grain"

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How To With John Wilson (2020)

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you've liked 27 of my posts when does the kissing begin

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you know a joke that never EVER gets old is when a character says smth like “I will NOT go to [place] and that is FINAL” and then it cuts to them in that place I eat that shit up every single time

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Just wondering, How many asks do you currently have in ur inbox

this is fine

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looking at chrollo like this whenever the city you’re in has a news report on a recent thievery