#kall writes

[its-kall-the-clown]

Huntsman trying to stay mad at Sandy who probably did something dumb and is trying to apologize with kisses-

yo I know this wasn't a request but I found this too adorable to pass up writing. hope you enjoy this short thing <3

Still Mad...(maybe)

Rating : G

Silktea shipping

"Huntsy pleasee~" Sandy whimpers 

"Shut. Up." Huntsman growls out tightening the bandage across the blue demon's forearm perhaps a touch too tight judging by the wince he exhibits.

"I'm still mad at you for that stunt you pulled. And I'm gonna be mad for at least two hours" Huntsman scolds with a hiss. Referring to earlier this morning when Sandy pulled a feat that involved using his body as a physical shield against a falling wooden crate that almost crushed the potted plant on the deck of his ship. 

Hunstman looks over the man's injured form. His entire back was banged up and was now covered in white gauze. his arm was scraped as well a d was sporting three-inch splinters from the impact 

Huntsman's fist tightened at his side. all this damage for a potted. plant. 

"I'm fine." Sandy tries again and Huntsman only growls in response. He huffs and starts to gather up the supplies and stuffs them into the white box with a huff. He tossed it off the bed they were sitting on to glare the water demon in the eye

"I know that that fern was a gift from me. But your well-being is more important. Idiot." The spider snaps and Sandy to his credit at least look regretful. 

"I'm sorry love." He reaches forward and cups the spider's face tenderly and pulls them forward enough to kiss their face. 

Sandy pulls away to a still sour expression from his spider partner. Although a little redder. 

"I'm not going to fall for you sap. I'm gonna be mad at you for at least an hour." the spider states and Sandy's mouth quirks up in a small smile. 

"Before it was two hours. So I must be doing something right." He leans forward and peppers each cheek with a small kiss and then pulls away again with a twinkle in his eye. 

"How long are you going to be mad now?" He prods cheekily, watching Huntsman's shoulder sag under the touch. 

The spider jerks his head away with a huff as if remembering why he was mad again. 

"Still an hour." He protests but his face is still beat red. 

"Then I just have to try harder~'' Sandy purs out cupping Huntsman's face with both hands and bringing him close enough to press kisses all over him. His pinched brow, his frowning lips, and when the eyelids flutter shut the eyelids get small kisses tenderly placed there. 

Huntsman, despite digging in his metaphorical heels, finds himself losing more and more of his footing.

Till he finds himself laying back in the plush nest they shared and purring under the lavished attention. 

Kiss after kiss is placed on his face like a mark on his soul while those big warm hands cradle the back of his limp neck. He feels like he's floating in clouds as each butterfly kiss that is planted on his face, forehead and brow pushes his conscious deeper and deeper into the satisfying bliss. 

Soon Sandy moved down further than his face and was peppering soft kisses to his neck and shoulder that positively has him vibrating in pleasure. He even let out a few satisfied chirps letting his mate know how pleased he was. 

"How am I doing now? Still mad?~" the river demon purs directly into the Huntsman's ear so close to the shell he can feel the hairs to his mustache brush against it causing him to shiver. 

"How much time do I have left of you being mad?" He asked with a sultry nip to the shell of their ear making Huntsman positively shudder in the sheets of their nest. 

The spider bites his lips and throws his arms around the demon's neck with a satisfying chirp, a hitch in his breath, and fire in his veins. 

"Why don't you keep going while I try and remember why I'm mad at you." Huntsman challenges with a blushing frown and a bite on his lips. 

There is a returning chirp from Sandy, something much deeper but declares his pleasure just as boldly as Huntsman's chirps. Given consent, he dives back in with vigor, making the spider chuckle under the attention laved upon him like worship. 

He couldn't even remember why he was mad in the first place.

#silk tea shipping #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #Huntsman #Sandy #I love these two saps so MUCH hnnng #silk tea brain go brrrrrr #kall writes #prompts

[transfemzedaph]

anyway heres ur reminder that c!iskall is canonically nonbinary bc cc!iskall said so.

#original post tag #i hate that if u write c!iskall without the exclamation mark it says cis kall whicg is the opposite of the point of this post

[mig15faggot]

im so glad mitski isnt a christian nut shes just mitski. aly spaltro is a fucking mess lmao i love her but come on kid you wanna play secret agent and meet ivy in sault ste marie youll have to be slicker than that! this poor kalle kid didnt need to dare the crowd at the joel plaskett show like that. i really hope youre not the one putting him up to this. either of you really

#and now im blasting him for 'writing and performing zionist anthems' #he wants to 'go to tel aviv' and call it that instead of yaffa thats all it is lol #kalle apparently opened for aly in toronto like the day before she played in mtl and we met for the first time #and this is all a big misinformation war. on me. on them. on anything at this point.

[brotherconstant]

FOUNDATION (2021-) 2.01 | In Seldon's Shadow 2.06 | Why The Gods Made Wine

“Kalle’s writing is poetic. It’s beautiful, but it’s hard to imagine there’s any rigor there.” “So serious scholars don’t read her. Why did you?” “I went to Kalle for the rhythm of the words at first. I missed the math.” “The Prime Radiant has Yanna's math in it, and Kalle's, of course, from a distance.”

#foundationedit #foundation apple tv #foundation #hari seldon #yanna kine #kalle #dr tadj #gaal dornick #kind of #jared harris #nimrat kaur #rowena king #fiona o'shaughnessy #beegifs #flashing gif #i know we're all having nightmares about that wig but it had to be done eventually #tvedit #scifiedit

[0rczy]

ORCZY'S FAN FICTION RECOMMENDATIONS

For following Fandoms: Varian and the 7 kingdoms, Lego monkie kid, JRWI riptide

Hi there! I tought I would share some of my favourite fanfictions I've read since April last year, as sort of a recap and also recommendations. These are all longer stories btw, ranging from 78K to  236K words. Hope you find something that piques your interest :D

If you have any other recommendations, PLEASE share them, I'd love to read more from these fandoms.

VAT7K

-Varian's Tangled Trials by IFoundYouJustineTime and TheArtistsMuse A complete Vat7k story adapting the original creators' plot points into an amazing, 24 chapters (episodes) long fic that reads like an actual cartoon. If you're new to Vat7k or Tangled The Series, or even if you haven't seen the latter (like me), you WILL enjoy this. If you like a fun adventure with a bunch of nerds as a found family, this is for you.

-What Summer Meant to You -If I Really Hated you (and I really, really do) both by Battybatzgirl First one's a battle of the bands/modern AU, second is an AU where the boys are rival engineers, both focusing on the ship Varigo. The writing style is what made me stay and read these to the end. Incredibly funny and entertaining to read, the way Varian and Hugo are characterised is just. So good. If you like a well written, lighthearted, romantic comedy, this is for you. (Both include some skippable adult scenes, but the story is much more about the romance)

-Making End's Meet by Meltthepoint As the author's name suggest, this is a melting point (Donella x Ulla) story, set in a modern setting. Donella enrolls Hugo into this new school, who then befriends Varian. Ulla and Donella meet again. This is about how two women make up and start anew after their lives went into directions they didn't want. The story is much more character focused, a really fun read. Very insightful about the women's characters. An exception, as I still haven't finished reading it. Definitely not the type of fic I can binge read, but I'm really enjoying it.

At the end of everything by Squirrelflight A Night in the woods AU (haven't played the game, you don't have to, to read it), and unfinished as of yet, but man. Worth checking out! Unlike the stories above, this one's definitely darker and has a really tense aura. Love it. The writing is so good it makes me so thrilled about what will happen next! I also really like, once again, the characterisation.

LMK

-You can stay here by KALL A pre canon story about how Pigsy and Tang adopt MK, how MK gets to be in a safe environment and starts figuring himself out. Great writing style, entertaining plot, what more could I ask for? (maybe an update lol) As of yet, unfinished, and hasn't been updated since late 2022. The author actually posted ( https://www.tumblr.com/its-kall-the-clown/735524530668371968/are-you-going-to-be-updating-any-fics-on-your-ao3 ) about wanting to rewrite the story sometime. Which is great! In case you're reading this, take as long as you want!

-A garden across our collarbone by PittedPeaches Spicynoodle soulmate AU where what you write, or in MK's case, draw on your skin, appears on the soulmate's skin as well. Red Son's journey of (very slowly, this is a slowburn) falling in love with MK. A lot of inner monologues, the story plays out more like a retelling of what happened from Red Son's perspective. Kind of like a diary entry and I LOVE IT. I actually didn't understand the pairing before reading this, nor was I that invested in Red Son's character. This fic changed everything. (it also sends you good luck if you read it on the train! I acquired: friends!)

RIPTIDE

-BREAKING FREE! by earlgray_milktea A fish 'n chips Highschool Musical AU (another thing I haven't seen, you don't need to, to read this). The writing is so undoubtedly Disney, it is at times so over the top dramatic, you can't help but smile at half the interactions. The charm is big on this one. The characters are exagerated but somehow not (completely) out of character. Basically if Riptide was on Disney, this is exactly how they'd act. Also it's just really, really cute.

-Depths of Natarus by goldpines Chip Mermaid AU set in an Undersa/Oversea war, focusing on Fish n Chips as well as Jay Ferin (my girl!). Two reasons why you should read this right now. First: the descriptions are SO detailed and immersive! It made me also kinda have a crush on Gillion Tidestrider. How. Second: it made me care about Jay. And the way she's written here is just so so great. You can tell the author knows what they're doing, the feels just keep coming, I alost teared up multiple times. This story makes you feel a lot of emotions at once, an overall amazing reading experience.

And these were my favs since last April. Specifically the ones that made me go absolutely insane. In a good way. Again, if you have any good recommendations (preferably longer stories, but shorter ones are also fine), please feel free to share them.

Thank you for reading this, if you did :D

#fanfiction #fic rec #fic recommendation #vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #vat7k fanfic #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk fanfiction #jrwi riptide #jrwi show #jrwi fanfiction #jrwi fic

[luis-block]

In a format of your choice, may I please request Heket, Kall, and Leshy (Shamura'd be too observant for this) confessing to their crush? Except the response is not what they wanna hear, because it informs them that they've got the wrong twin.

I LOVE this, it was amusing to write lmfao

Warnings: None

Kallamar, Heket and Leshy accidently confessing their feelings for you to your twin.

"My Dear, I have been meaning to talk to you about this for a while now…  will you become my betrothed?"

Kallamar

The words left his mouth as he anxiously waited for your response. Only to hear laughter, as he looks down at you with offence. “You are too funny, Squidy! I’m (T/N), not (Y/N)!” As they start laughing all over again. He cringes, now noting the different colored eyes your twin has. He is never going to live this down.

Heket

She watches as you seem very uncomfortable with her when she asks the question. Which makes her confused, and a bit upset. You had both talked about it just two nights ago, and now you are uncomfortable with the idea with no explanation? “Ah, my lord, please don’t be angry! It seems you mush have mistaken me for my twin (Y/N), y-yes? I won’t say anything to them about your confession so you can tell them, in fact I can go tell them your looking for them!” Your twin ran faster than Heket had ever seem the nervous creature run. She is no longer angry, but cripplingly embarrassed. She gains he composer by the time you arrive though.

Leshy

You looked up with him with the most confused look he had ever seen. Did he have something on his bandages? Maybe a leaf was browning? “Eww, do you think I am (Y/N)? Well, I guess that’s what I get for stealing a robe in their color for the day. Do you want to be to go and get them for you, big man. Or do you want to find them yourself?” Your twin says with a deadpan stare, as Leshy looks blankly back at them. “I can find them on my own, but please NEVER wear their robes again.” He said sternly as he walks away to find the real you, more annoyed that your twin wasted his time more than anything.

#cult of the lamb reader #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cult of the lamb follower #cult of the lamb x follower!reader #cotl follower reader #cotl bishops x reader #cotl bishop x reader #CotL Leshy x reader #cult of the lamb Leshy x reader #Leshy x reader #cotl Heket x reader #cult of the lamb Heket x reader #Heket x reader #cotl Kallamar x reader #cult of the lamb Kallamar x reader #Kallamar x reader

[theculturedmarxist]

There have been many scandals associated with covid in the last nearly 4 years.

I want to tell you about another one that has got zero media coverage.

The top-line is this: the UK government gave more than 2.3 million vulnerable and older people a covid vaccine that isn’t matched to the currently dominant covid strains. And they did it to save money.

The dominant covid strains right now are known as the XBBs. They have been dominant since late summer in most places, when they took over from the BA strains of omicron.

But rather than give people the new more effective XBB vaccine, the British government decided to use up their stockpile of the older BA vaccines first.

The worst thing is, those who got the outdated vaccine were those first in line for vaccines, such as older people and people with health conditions.

But they won’t know this.

So 2.3 million vulnerable people in the UK are walking around thinking they are well-protected this winter against covid when they’re not.

The British government didn’t hide why it did this. On the official government webpage it spells it out. In bold are the clues hiding in plain sight.

“The choice of vaccine products for autumn 2023 has been determined based on available data on vaccine safety, effectiveness and immunogenicity, logistical factors, programmatic deliverability and a bespoke cost effective assessment. Other vaccines which may offer similar protection, but which would incur additional costs, are expected to be less cost effective within the bespoke cost-effectiveness assessment compared to pre-procured Omicron-variant mRNA COVID-19 vaccines.”

What they are saying, under the cover of the gross language of ‘bespoke cost effectiveness assessment,’ is that they’d already bought the older vaccines and it was cheaper to use them than buy extra new ones.

They used people’s bodies as asset dumps for old medical stock.

In the UK the booster roll-out began on September 11th. We know that in Scotland they switched over to XBB on September 25th and in England and Wales they switched to the new ones on October 2nd, as confirmed that day by Meaghan Kall, an epidemiologist at the UK’s health security agency responsible for covid.

But by September 29th the British government reported 2.35 million people had been covid boosted. So we know this was largely with the old vaccine (save 4 days in Scotland). In response to my thread on Twitter, many reported receiving the old vaccine. Even now, people are saying they’re still only being offered the old vaccine.

Boosting people with a vaccine not matched to the dominant strains will certainly lead to worse outcomes as an average than if these people had received the updated vaccine. People will die for this penny pinching.

But then the British government has for some time now been relaxed about killing people for austerity.

The Brits are also tightly restricting access to covid vaccines, in contrast to almost every other country. And in a final twist, the Brits are now stockpiling the new XBB vaccines and are almost certainly going to take the same approach to deploying an outdated vaccine next time round.

When I tweeted about this, the Guardian journalist George Monbiot responded and we subsequently exchanged emails. Monbiot did then write a very good column about the ongoing burden of covid in the UK and the various public health failures.

But the article omitted any mention of the millions who were given the older vaccine.

I can’t criticise Monbiot. I wouldn’t be surprised if he included this and it was cut by his editors. And his article stands head and shoulders above almost any other reporting of covid in the mass media, a mass media that has played a key part in normalising the transmission of a virus that has become the leading cause of infectious disease death in the world today.

These lies and misinformation about covid in the mass media continue. Last week was no exception.

The BBC’s health editor Nick Triggle wrote a truly noxious covid story full of half-truths, lies by omission and propaganda. He said covid was less deadly than the flu, that it is becoming a seasonal ‘bug’, that people who were concerned about rising hospitalisations were just anxious. (Nick Triggle’s sister-in-law is a Tory member of parliament, which might explain some things).

In the US, the New York Times interviewed the epidemiologist and long-time covid downplayer Michael Mina who said rates of long covid are drastically falling - without citing a shred of evidence - and said repeated exposure to covid for most people will not be harmful and will build immunity. In the comments below the piece, one person said the “excellent story begs the question as to whether healthy people should take any precautions against covid.” Job done.

Then there was the ‘long cold’ research paper which was amplified across global media.

If you missed it, the thrust was that long colds might be as common as long covid. So far, so fine.

But the findings were stripped of critical context in relation to covid.

It failed to acknowledge that even if long colds do exist, and almost certainly they do, Sars-Cov-2 is a different beast, behaving in a completely different way to other common cold-causing coronaviruses.

And rather than the conclusion here being ‘ok, so if long colds are this common, long covid might be very common too and maybe we should do something about it,’ the stories led us towards the conclusion that long covid itself is nothing to worry about because post-viral illness is nothing new.

All of this would have been bad enough without mentioning the methodology.

The study was conducted in 2020-2021 and relied on people self reporting a respiratory illness that they said wasn’t covid. We know for a fact that far fewer people got a respiratory illness that wasn’t covid in these years, so I expect a good number of these ‘not covids’ leading to ‘long colds’ were, in fact, covids leading to long covid. But again, the media stories failed to provide any of this context. Nick Triggle was one of those who wrote a story.

Triggled twice in two weeks.

Over and over, it seems that those who are concerned about covid come armed with data, and those who aren’t come armed with gut feeling in order to keep business-as-usual ticking over.

It’s 2019 again! Stop worrying!

Normalisation is the most powerful sociological force in the world today. Through a captured media, the ruling class can make us absorb a pandemic, accept climate collapse and shrug at apartheid. Change is unnecessary because nothing is wrong. It is just the natural order, flowing.

We also found out this week that just 2% of Americans have stepped up for the new covid jab, a rate of uptake that can be traced back to the early over-hyping of vaccines and the manufacturing of a narrative that says covid is mild and we’ve all achieved immunity now anyway.

I didn’t know where we’d be nearly four years on from the start of the pandemic, but I didn’t think we’d be here. New waves, millions being infected, thousands dying every week. And a media and public knowledge blackout of Novavax, the most effective vaccine. A vaccine we’ve known is the most effective for over two years.

It is tiring to keep up, to keep bearing witness to these fuck-ups, to this cruelty.

But we have to.

Because to believe in change means documenting the incompetence, the failure, the lies and the indifference that eventually compels that change to come.

#united kingdom #public health #covid 19 #covid vaccines

[breninarthur]

happy dadwc friday! sending you “letters between two of your OC’s companions about them” for Kallian 👀

hi, thank you!! ^^ @dadrunkwriting

rated t. 517 words. alistair writes to zevran before he and kallian set off to tevinter. this is... some vague idea i have for the future, and it becomes less dysfunctional, i swear 😂

◌ ◌ ◌

Zevran,

It was surprisingly difficult to find some vellum and ink without somebody insisting on scribing for me, so even though I'm sure you'll be annoyed this isn't in some hard-to-crack code... appreciate that I'm being as sneaky as I can be.

Kallian is on her way to meet with you. I pray that Isabela reaches you with this letter before then. I also pray that she doesn't read this herself, and would like to remind her that I am in contact with her friend the Champion, who would... be disappointed, I'm sure. I suppose I can't think of a good threat, but Isabela, I will pay you if you stop reading right now.

Look after her. Kallian. Not in a fight, Maker knows it'll be the other way around there. But all this sneaking and spying and hiding you're going to do... you're the expert. So I'll be holding you accountable for anything that goes wrong, and praying that I won't need to. Just... get her out of there, will you? And be careful yourself. Tevinter isn't kind to elves, and I think Ferelden would resent me going to war.

I've thought a lot about whether I should be writing this letter. I think she might actually murder me if she knew. But I'm not entirely going behind her back? I floated the idea past her. She... I don't know, she's too focused on me. She thinks I don't mean it, but I do.

You know what, just show her this letter when the time arrives. Kall, please don't hate me.

This is all over the place.

Right. Here goes.

Right now.

I am running out of space.

Maybe I want to.

Anyway.

I truly hate to tell you this, but I trust you'll do right by her, if not me.

We cannot spend as much time together as we wish to, not now, not yet. Each time she visits the Palace feels more and more fleeting, and I fear it is my fault. It's... difficult to fit everything in. Weeks worth of a relationship; months; a year; all in one day, or a week if we're incredibly lucky. It's hard.

You two have always been close. There was a time, back then, when I thought she would choose you. When she didn't... forgive me, Zev, but I always knew that hurt you. The way you looked at her never changed. The way she looked at you did change... but I don't know. She still looks at other people differently.

Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. That certainly wouldn't be anything new.

All I wanted to say was... you have my blessing. When I see her again, we won't speak of it. If you're there too, well... let's cross that bridge when we come to it.

Kallian, I love you. Sorry if this made things awkward between you. Just imagine how awkward it would be if I was there too! Ha ha!

Take care of each other. I want to see no new scars when you return, on either of you.

With love,

Alistair

#dadwc #my writing #alistair theirin #zevran arainai #warden tabris #kallian tabris #aliwarden #zevwarden #kallian x alistair #kallian x zevran #dragon age

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi! For the Bishop Follower au… (God I love this au❤️)

Could you write a one shot of Kallamar panicking cause he got sick for the first time and the reader ( a Cult member ) calming him down and taking care of him.

"D-Damned Lamb..I knew they wanted to get rid of me...!” Kallamar clutched his stomach in pain, realizing that for the first time ever...he was feeling sick.

Indeed, a terrible bug plagued him. He only noticed it after the feast in the temple. Maybe he overstuffed himself or ate something bad, but to actually experience what he had once brought unto his followers was terrifying. 

It’s cruel irony: a bishop of pestilence being afraid of sickness.

He was trembling, weak, barely able to move. And any follower who saw him would see his face turning green.

With all the outhouses occupied, he had no choice but to get sick elsewhere--specifically behind a tree that had only recently grown. It was the only place where he could get some privacy, away from the others.

Yet it did little to relieve his aching stomach, as he could only kneel and huddle against the tree, sobbing weakly. ‘This has to be karma..I..I made Lamb’s followers suffer and now I’m-’

“Kall?”

Oh no.

The squid tensed upon seeing you approach him, axe in-hand. But after seeing the miserable state he was in, you dropped it and rushed to him in worry. 

“S-Stay away!” He shouted, feeling his stomach lurch with anxiety. “You’ll just be cursed with this plague, too!!”

“No I won’t. I’m here to take you to the healing bay.” You knelt down, frowning. “You know we have several of those, right?”

Kallamar blinked, his anger leaving him as soon as it came. “You..you do?”

“Yeah, our Leader just improved them all.” You gestured to one of the bushy structures with a flag. "We have plenty of camellia for medicine.”

He only stared at it. “...I’m allowed to use it?”

“Wha..of course you are. Now c’mon. Someone else will clean up the mess.”

Nodding, he slowly got to his feet, still clutching his stomach as you guided him to the healing bay. Once you both arrived, he sniffled and laid down underneath the canopy. You stuck the thermometer in his mouth. Then you got to work grinding up the camellia petals, brewing them into a tea.

Once it was cool enough, you offered a bowl to Kallamar. “Drink up, it’ll relieve the stomach cramps.”

But akin to a fussy child who refused to take their medicine, he just shook his head and huffed. “I can’t accept it. Let this be my retribution..for how gravely ill I-I made you and your friends.”

At first, his stubbornness was annoying. Though you sighed softly, remembering that he was still new to this life as a simple follower. He’s done unspeakable things as a bishop for a millennia..and felt extreme guilt to the point where he didn’t think he deserve medicine.

Poor guy.

“Kallamar, the longer you’re sick, the more likely others will get sick. I know you don’t want that. Just have a little sip.” You offered the bowl once again. “Please? At least for me? I’ll be happy if you do.”

After some hesitance, he finally drank some of the tea, his eyes glossy with tears. Only now he realized you weren’t doing this because Lamb ordered you to..but because you genuinely wanted to see him get well, even if he didn’t think he deserved it.

When he finished, he seemed a lot better as the green hue faded from his face. “Thank you.” He murmured, laying his head down and eventually dozing off, exhaustion finally catching up to him.

You simply smiled and patted his head, before getting up to attend to your other duties.

Of course, no amount of tea could cure his paranoia and guilt. But you’ll help him every step of the way.

#good ol' fashioned sickfic #clanask #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl kallamar #bishop kallamar #bishop follower au #platonic #sickfic

[its-kall-the-clown]

Not Who You Expect

Rating: G

Words: 3502 

Commissioned by: @yellowbirdy

Summary:

MK wants to prevent the events that almost led to the defeat of the world and the victory of the white-bone spirit. So he does what he does best. He trains and believes in himself that it's going to be enough this time. 

What he didn’t expect is Nezha to notice him running himself ragged when no one else did. Maybe this meditation thing isn’t so bad

additional notes: thank you so much for commissioning me! I had such fun with this it defiantly got away with me

When people said the title ‘Monkey king’ they probably pictured golden locks, a mischievous grin, and an absolute powerhouse that could level mountains with a single swing. They probably imagined suave, charm, maybe a cheeky mouth but overall a very capable person. 

They probably didn't expect a dull dunce of a boy with a self-confidence deficiency and sometimes snorted when he laughed, as the Monkey King's successor.

Okay so Maybe MK was being dramatic when he thought about himself compared to Monkey king…but deep down he knew it to be true. 

He’s not what you would expect as the Monkey king's successor

Today was Saturday, so, therefore, training day. (not that every day was training day to MK) making this two weeks after the defeat of the White Bone Spirit. MK was constantly on edge and looking over his shoulder expecting to hear a little girl laughing mockingly or a cold shiver to run up his spine.

Yet every time he looked she was never truly there despite the ghostly presence that seemed to haunt him long after she was gone. 

After the dust had settled and wounds were tended to, nerves were still frazzled all around the city like a cat with its scruff still up. MK was a fool to expect things to go back to normal. It was back to battling demons on a daily wanting to cause their own chaos to the city. 

MK wants to prevent the events that almost led to the defeat of the world and the victory of the white-bone spirit. So he does what he does best. He trains and believes in himself that it's going to be enough this time. 

MK arrives at Monkey King's shame temple to train since it's much closer than flower fruit mountain...only to find that monkey king had left a note on the door letting him know he wasn’t going to be there for some unspecified reason. 

The noodle delivery boy can’t help but feel his chest twist up like a bad batch of noodles. This was fine Monkey king did this a lot in the past. 

MK swallows down his disappointment and decides he can train on his own. He heads around back to where the training arena is located. Then he takes off his signature yellow jacket and reaches for his staff that he keeps tightly tucked behind his ear. He grows it to its normal size and gives it a test swing. 

Today's schedule followed its normal one (Barring the factSun Wukong was missing) MK woke up only a few minutes before work, busted his ass delivering noodles for Pigsy, and then either trained with Monkey King or by himself long into the night, he would return home sometimes a little before the sun would rise and claim a few meager hours of sleep.

And then the cycle would repeat. Sometimes MK would get called away to help one of his friends, or he would get dragged to a club by Mei, and sometimes they would be accompanied by a reluctant Red Son but ultimately MK would get only a few hours of sleep before he would start his cycle again. 

He worried that Pigsy would start suspecting why MK would sleep into the latest possible second before he would get up. It was like starving for weeks and then being fed a delicious small steaming pile of rice. But not wanting to waste a single grain you would pick every individual straggler up and consume it so the bowl was scraped clean.

Because his day was so long and full of so much work he would cling to the few extra precious seconds he could claim before repeating his overbooked day.

He was tired. And he was paranoid. And not nearly trained enough to fight anything as big as White bone Spirit.

They got lucky last time, and MK wasn’t what people expected or needed when a world-level threat attacked. 

So MK trained. He was training every night as his life depended on it as the world hinged on him. 

Like something was coming that was stronger than the White bone spirit and only MK could see it in his mind. And yet he kept driving on. Pushing and pushing with no regard for himself as long as his friends were taken care of and safe he didn't seem to care what happened to him. 

No one knew of what horrors lie just behind MK's eyelids that make the young adult push themselves this hard. 

MK spends his quiet time alone training and practicing this one move Monkey King showed off but was considered ‘too high level’ for him yet much to MK’s disappointment. 

It was this cool spinny trick where he made the staff grow in length last second to slam it down HARD onto a target. From what MK could gather, he was supposed to spin it while it was smaller to build up momentum, and then at the last second, he could grow or widen the staff for maxim impact. 

MK thinks he almost has it through lots of trial and error on his own. He knows Monkey King would be upset if he learned MK was trying to replicate the move from memory as opposed to learning it from the best. 

‘Well, I wouldn't have to learn on my own if you didn’t skip on training days or teach me yourself.’ MK thinks to himself bitterly as he warms up before practice, stretching his shoulders and arms out for a heavy workout. 

Then there is nothing left to do but make the rubber meet the road. Over and over he practices the swing, creating more and more divots and holes in the dusty earth as he tries to control the landing.

He can slam the staff down hard and grow or shrink it with no problem, but controlling where the staff would hit when it was moving and spinning at such a speed was tricky. 

It was three hours in when his shoulders started to hurt and the sweat on his brow was making his expresso-colored locks stick to his forehead. He thinks he's so close to getting it right. To finally do something right. 

His hands shake and his lungs feel like someone started a bonfire in them but he's so close. He swears he's going to get it right this time!

But something about how his hands shake or how fuzzy everything looks suddenly makes his world tilt. The Staff slips from his hands slightly and he has barely time to catch it in his sweaty grip before it tumbles from his grasp in this topsy turvy world.

He steadies himself letting out a grunt of frustration.

MK pants. Letting his arms hang limp to his side as his frustration builds up inside him like lave under the surface. He pushes the tears that want to spring up behind his eyes down and lets out a guttural yell. The kind of yell that takes all of your lung's air out of you. Trading his sorrow in for anger he allows the shouts to flow from him instead of tears. 

He yells again while swinging the staff wildly over his head, fighting his own demons in his head that whisper poisonous phrases into his ear.

‘Not worthy’ 

‘Your fault’ 

‘WEAK’

MK swings one more time with aching muscles expecting to hit more air in his frustrated strikes

Instead, it hits something more solid, something metal that sings with the impact. Taken aback it takes a moment for MK to realize what he's hit. 

A metal gleaming spear that holds firm against his own staff, is golden copper in color and gives off heat that feels like a bite to the face.

Connected to the spear is a frowning Nezha, red scarf whipping behind him as if acting like an angry flame. 

Confused, MK licks his dry lips and opens his mouth. “Nezha? Wha-”

“You should rest,” he commands like an older sibling catching the younger one staying up late to play video games. 

MK scowls and pushes back with his staff making Nezha stumble “don't tell me what to do. I'm fine.” 

“Your not.” Nezha insists on pressing forward. “You have been overworking yourself and your stupid, if you think you can keep going” Something about his tone properly pisses MK off. 

He grits his teeth and takes a swing at the immortal with the staff tightly gripped in hand. Nezha expects it and defects it easily with a flick of his wrist but there is a flame in his aura that makes MK think he shouldn't have done that.

It's like he's the one to light a candle because Suddenly MK feels like he is under the heat of a directed flame. 

Instinctively MK blocks with the staff and it's a good thing he does because Nezha is rushing forward in a flurry of jabs. MK yelps making sure to block each one inactively his training and reflexes kicking in before his brain did. Sparks fly from the impact of their weapons colliding 

“Yeild!” Nezha grows backing MK slowly up as the god gains ground on MK. MK grits his teeth and pushes back, swinging his staff that grazes Nezha so close he swears he's taken a few hairs off his head. 

But MK has been swinging his staff all day and his already exhausted muscles scream out in pain and his legs get wobbly underneath him. 

All it takes is a misstep from MK for him to end up on his back, Nezha’s foot at his chest MK struggles under Nezha's wheel foot and it's honestly pathetic how little strength he has to apply to keep them down. 

MK wiggles and lets out a large yell. 

"Yield young one." their eyes become threatening slits

"Let me up!" MK shouts angrily with wet eyes and he reaches up to try and pry their foot off him.

"I said yield!" Nezha commands again pressing his foot against his chest harder. 

"I can't! You don't understand!" MK cries out this time the wet eyes blink and tears start to pour down his cheeks and mix with the dusty earth. Great now he was crying in front of them again. 

Nezha is shocked to silence while MK struggles under them with another hiccupping sob. The boy rubs his eyes and he looks so much younger than he is. 

"You don't understand-" he repeats with a furious sob "I have to do better! We barely won last time!" He slams his fist into the dirt angrily at his side. Painful guilt is prevalent on his face.

"If I don't get stronger, better…next time we might not get as lucky, and everyone is depending on me and I don't want to lose Mei again and and-" the boy's eyes widen as monsters that were skin deep made themselves know. He starts hyperventilating grabbing onto his hair and tugging it as his frantic breaths come out of his chest at a too fast pace. Fears spilled out faster than the gushing words spewing from his lips.

‘Weak’ 

‘Not worthy’

‘Your fault’ 

“-So much of what happened was my fault! I wasn’t strong enough and couldn't do ANYTHING without help!” the boy explodes before continuing his mental breakdown right beneath Nezha, clearly this had been weighing on him longer than anyone could ever know. 

Nezha removes his foot from MK’s chest and kneels before him, pulling them up into a sitting position. The boy goes easily and flops forward into his chest like a rag doll. 

"H-hey it's okay. Breath with me. Come on follow my lead." the prince grabs one of MK's tight fists and places it against the center of his chest. 

"Breathe in time with me if you can. In-" he sucks in a low steady breath that MK tries to mimic, although a lot shakier and a little shorter.

 "-And out." Nezha exhales slowly letting the boy catch up. He continues the breathing pace as a live example for them. 

Each breath is equally measured and slowly but surely MK manages to bring his breathing down to a more manageable pace. He even feels a little calmer afterward. Like a thick fluffy blanket has been draped over him. 

When MK  feels like he is no longer actively having a panic attack Nezha smiles and ruffles their hair. 

"Maybe we got lucky last time. But we also had the determination of one  kid that did not want to give up on the world." He lifts the boy's chin and smiles "and that's why we won."

MK's chin wobbles and the next thing he knows MK throws his arms around Nezha looking for comfort. The boy flings his whole self into the prince's chest and for a second he worries he's misstepped again when Nezha does not react.

MK can practically feel the prince’s arms hover over their smaller form with uncertainty. but before MK can pull away and profusely apologize he's being hugged back. 

The embrace feels right. Like hugging an older brother who was comforting you after you got frightened by lightning and needed their older sibling to comfort them from the loud noises and darkness. 

“Why are you here?” MK asked when he pulled away, feeling quite bashful for his panic attack and needed to change the subject. 

Nezha raises his chin and looks to the side, also looking bashful for some reason. “I was sent from heaven to…observe you from a distance. Make sure you are not as crazy as your mentor.” 

MK blinks and his jaw hangs open a touch. “You were sent to spy on me?” 

“No, just to observe from afar without you knowing.” Nezha corrects with a sniff. 

MK throws his hands up in the air “that's called spying dude! Like you literally just described it!” 

Nezha rolls his eyes as if MK is being dramatic but other than that he doesn't seem to want to address it. Clearly, he knew it was spying but was just above admitting it.

MK stands and dusts his knees off. His legs feel like jelly though and he finds Nezha grabbing his wrist from the ground. 

“Meditate with me.” another command that has MK rolling his eyes at how pushy he was being. But you know sitting still for a bit sounded….not so bad. 

“It will be like training for your mind,” Nezha adds on as if he was lobbying for MK to sit and rest. There is a touch of a tone in his voice that is…undefinable to MK. the boy chews on his lip for a second before following the hand gripping his wrist back to the earth where he takes a lotus position next to the prince. 

MK relents with a grumble. “Okay. meditation won't be so bad.” 

The shift of the breeze through the trees could be heard and the slow breathing of MK mixes with it as he lets himself slowly uncoil. But he couldn't fully get himself to relax. All his worries started flitting about in his mind. 

Worries about the future. Fear of losing Mei again. The uncertainty and pressure that came with now heaven taking an interest in him. It felt like his back was aching from having to carry so much of it by himself and he instinctively curled forward from the weight. 

And Nezha. He was..helping him? Worried about him? It was weird and he didn't know how to label it. MK peaks an eye open and studies the prince with his closed eyes and crossed legs. He looks serene, yet completely noble even sitting in the dirt with a sweaty kid like MK. As if sensing MK’s eyes on him he speaks. 

"Stop thinking so hard," Nezha instructs suddenly, surprising MK and making him flinch, a single eye slides open to look at MK

"Sorry…I think my back is just not used to being so straight." MK shifts forward with a whine and a hand to his back. 

Nezha nods and stands and then walks behind MK sitting back down so his back was pressed firmly against theirs. MK instinctively sags against the support, finally finding something to lean on and ease the weight he was carrying around.

MK knows it's just a simple action to force MK to sit and rest for a bit…but it means something more than that. 

The action meant ‘lean on me.’ Offering help to someone who had been carrying too much for too long

"There…now meditate and just relax for a bit," Nezha instructs when MK stops squirming and gets comfortable. 

MK closes his eyes and has to suppress a yawn. You know, despite sitting in the dirt and covered in sweat…he was quite comfortable. And he was comfortable knowing Nezha was right here….maybe he could just rest. 

Yeah. just a short rest while someone helps him. Maybe this meditation thing wasn’t so bad 

—--------------------

Nezha could feel MK’s heartbeat through his back. The steady slowing thump thum thump reminded him that the kid was alive. It reminds him vaguely of a thumping tail of a certain monkey who also couldn't sit still. 

The moment was quiet between them. But in a good way. The comfortable kind of silence that comes with proximity bonding with someone. He can hear the full breath of MK behind him, he can feel their puls, and he can feel the warmth seeping through his back.

The prince wonders if MK feels safe with him. He might have not given the best first impression when they first met, he was a touch sore with how his fight with Sun Wukong went and perhaps took that out on the kid. 

That and now he was also sent to spy on them…hmm perhaps this was a good chance to mend a few bridges.

“listen …MK” the third prince raises a hand up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. “I know you're carrying a lot. But there is no shame in relying on others to help you” he pauses and lets a beat pass before licking his lips to continue. 

“Even Sun Wukong got constant help from his brothers during his journey to the west.” he chuckles “and many of the celestials helped regularly too.” he sighs when there is a long pause from MK. 

“What I’m getting at is…you can count on your friends…and maybe you can also count on me?” he offers sheepishly feeling the embarrassment make itself known under his skin. When Mk takes too long to respond he realizes maybe he's overstepped. 

“...you know if you don't want me hanging around you its okay just to sa-” 

He is cut off by the rattling sound of a snore. It almost makes him jump out of his skin

He turns to find MKs head hanging against his chest, lashes curled closed as a small drop of drool makes it's way down the corner of his mouth. 

Nezha feels a warm fondness grow in his chest like a fuzzy stuffed animal. He smiles at the sleepy boy and decides not to disturb them. They definitely deserved a peaceful break.

Nezha turns away allowing MK to use him as a support. 

He would eventually have to report back to the jade emperor on what he thought about the monkey king's apprentice.

But that could wait…

—----------

"Uhhh….well this is unexpected," Pigsy states when he opened the door to find the two standing on his doorstep. 

Third lotus prince Nezha stands there stoically and under his arm like a sack of potatoes is a snoring MK who is limp-limbed like a rag doll in his grip.

"You are the father unit correct?"

Pigsy blinks and it takes a comically long time for him to nod. "Ah yeah. Sort of."

Nezha nods once stiffly. Seeming satisfied enough with that answer and so he hands over MK like some sort of fucked up delivery.

"He requires a day off." His words don't sound like a suggestion. More like a command and Pigsy feels like he's not in any position to say no. 

He openly accepts the sleeping boy from Nezha and MK's weight slumps against him as he lets out a comically loud snore. Chances are they weren't waking up anytime soon judging how he was apparently carried by Nezha from who knows where.

And as if to pull the strings to the curtain in this odd comedy play Pigsy was bearing witness to, Nezha bows his head slightly and wishes him goodnight. 

Leaving Pigsy in the doorframe of his apartment to ponder what he just witnessed. 

Tang pokes his head around the corner, all wrapped up in a fluffy red robe from his shower before bed. 

"Who was that this late?" The man asked adjusting the foggy glasses on his face. 

Pigsy hefts MK up onto his shoulder so he can put the boy to bed in his old room. "Not who you expect."

#I belive in Nezha big brother supramacy #MK #Monkie kid #lego monkie kid #Nezha #kall writes #fluffy #hurt/comfort #Nezha is big bro change my mind #commission writting #thank you again!

[nix-rose]

I almost danced with joy when i saw this, its so cute!! thanks for the tag @once-upon-an-imagine!!!

To celebrate 2023 coming to an end, create a moodboard inspired by your favourite memories of the year and answer any (or all) of the questions below

1. Top 3 songs of 2023 2. Top 3 artists of 2023 3. Top 3 albums of 2023 4. Top 3 movies of 2023 5. Top 3 tv shows of 2023 6. Top 3 books of 2023 7. Top 3 youtubers of 2023 8. Top 3 podcasts of 2023 9. Top 3 videogames of 2023 10. Top 3 celebrity crushes of 2023 11. Top 3 fictional crushes of 2023 12. Top 3 places you visited in 2023 13. Top 3 new things you tried in 2023 14. Top 3 things you were grateful for in 2023 15. Top 3 things you are looking forward to in 2024

top 3 songs would be: Sex on Fire - kings of leon, ...ready for it? - Taylor Swift, and I think he knows - also Taylor Swift

top 3 artists were: Taylor Swift, Simon Franglen(the avatar 2 soundtrack gets my writing brain turned on-) and Hozier

top 3 albums might be: Speak Now, Reputation, and Unreal Earth

top 3 movies are: Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3, Barbie, and Spider-man Across the Spiderverse

top 3 tv shows would be: Supernatural, Gilmore Girls, and Stranger Things

top 3 books (this is gonna be hard cuz i didnt read much other than fanfics so heres my fav fics) : Prove me Wrong (Billy Hargrove x oc) by @hogwartsandhawkins, Twenty four hours (Eddie Munson x reader) by @ghost-proofbaby and last and definitely not least, She Drives Me Crazy (Steve Harrington x reader) by @upsidedownwithsteve

top youtubers: Brett Cooper, Jordan Howlett and Kall-me-Kris

top podcasts is only one and its called Typology (It's about the enneagram types.)

top video games: (My little cousins got me hooked on this one) Mech Arena and Unravel

top 3 celeb crushes: Jensen Ackles, Ryan Reynolds, Timothy Chalmette.

top 3 fictional crushes: Peter Quill, Dean Winchester, and Billy Hargrove

top 3 places i visited: Sandpoint - Idaho, Central California, Key West - Florida

top 3 new things i tried: Performed my first paid gig, went to a haunted house, dyed my hair purple

top 3 things im grateful for in 2023: My family and friends, my music, my seemingly endless void of opportunities.

top 3 things im looking forward to in 2024 are: Playing music in Nashville, vacationing with my childhood friend for a week, Reputation TV(hopefully)

no pressure tags: @steph-speaks @hogwartsandhawkins @ghost-proofbaby @avgvstlover @theemporium @coffeeandbatboys @xxskycrystalxx @teenwolfmarvel-obsessor and anyone else who would like to join!!

#tag game #2023 recap #moodboard #fictional characters for the win #love my boys #spn #spnfandom #gotg fandom #marvel

[fellowcuratorforanything]

Alright! Pretty scared to do this, but hiiiiiii! I'm Kuzuki, but you can call me Kuzi, if you want. For the past year, all I've ever done was reblog people's works, ones I know I want to remember, and ones I know people would love.

But, this year... I wanted something... more. I wanted to spread my metaphorical wings and fly. I wanted to soar. I wanted to pursue my passion.

I wanted... to be a writer.

I didn't think much of it. I was like "pfft, okay, as if anyone would notice your works." But as I gaze upon all these lovely fic writers, all of which I passionately love their works, having their best time in life, I realised.

I could do anything. I can write works, even if no one sees it. I can write, knowing that I'd be doing myself a favor. I can write... and I'd be happy.

Now, writing is a fickle thing. I know some people struggle to write, whether that's lack of motivation, imagination, or inspiration. But I still love them for trying. Reading people's works was what kept me going during my childhood, marvelling at their story and the emotion in each and every one of them, and I want to be like that.

So, I'm starting a fanfic series. About my favourite series. A new alternate universe, a new place to explore.

Defying the Red Strings of Fate

It's already in my bio, and I really like the plot.

But I mostly write this post to dedicate my thanks to all these wonderful people who have inspired me to pursue my dreams.

To the writers:

@melishade @justawannabearchaeologist @fangirlingpuggle @vee-skies @favesgrave @techni-cal-writing @i-mean-technically @lets-try-some-writing @lightninghikaru @kadarirat @solalunar-eclipse @iliterallydecepticanteven @ithiliam @its-kall-the-clown @nottheweirdest

I thank you all for your amazing dedication and work. Your writing is fantastic! Amazing, even! Every update from each of you brings a smile to my face.

(Except Endgame. That one really hurt. Also the scene where Eren tried to kill himself and Megs had to stop him-

Yeah...)

And don't forget the artists:

@tulipsempai @zu-is-here @hheisa @skoff-the-artist @thespectral-wolf @thebadsansbandits @sonicrift @sonic-anomaly @sonicexelle-junkary @sonic-bloodmoon @sonicdesolation @starrjoy @rewindedart @pastelpaperplanes @sonicthelastofus @spacecolonie @xynnoix @moringmark @deadshadowcreature @kirsanoff @ask-cueball @ending-the-cycle-ask @slylock-syl @journeytomonkiekid @perfectstevenau @revolver-d @zephyrine-gale @tatatale

(Oh my, do I really follow all those people? Wow.)

Anyways-

You all are so talented with digital art, I just can't even comprehend!

You all brighten the day with all the little works and gifts, and I really enjoy squinting to see if I can find any hidden details.

And the COMICS! Oh my gosh, the story is so well-made! And in suspense too!

I know some of you are currently in hiatus, and that's ok. :) as long as you see this post someday, that'll make me happy.

So thank you, for being here on Tumblr.

*dramatically exits*

#transformers #tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing #thank you #tw mention of death #tw trauma #tw angst

[rxttenslutcemeterysys]

── 🦴 "Decaying Hounds Collective" ⚰️ ──

Collective name~ 🕸️; Graves, Decay Collective pronoun set~ 🌙 ; he | it | thing Collective labels~ 🌕 ; omnisexual(male lean/pref) | transgender(masc) | ambiamorous

🔪 system headcount~ ; 600+ 🪦 system origin~ ; Traumagenic 🫀 hosts~ ; Mr. Plant | Gutz | Hound | Bane/Mayuko

☁︎ ╮"but without the dark, we'd never see the stars"╭ ☁︎

🧠 diagnosed with,, ~ ; MDD, ADHD, C-PTSD, and Bipolar

👻 suspecting of,, ~ ; DID, BPD, ED, OCD, Insomnia, and Autism

🫁 self diagnosed with,, ~ ; HPD

"in the depths of darkness, love shines the brightest." ☁︎‎‎‧₊˚‎‎‧₊˚‎‎‧₊˚‧₊˚‎‎‧₊˚‎‎‧₊˚‧₊˚‎‎‧₊˚‎‎‧₊˚☁︎

🌑 system partners name ~ ; Rjabion, RJ

🌕 system partners pronouns ~ ; he | fang | vamp| they

< 12/24/2023 3 "take me back,, to,, the night we met,," 🌙

🌑 system partners name ~ ; The Crowz Library/Crowz

🌕 system partners pronouns ~ they | faye | it | sie | hem

< 11/11/2023 3 "take me back,, to,, the night we met,," 🌙

🌑 system partners name ~ ; The Merlin Society, Merlin, Marlo

🌕 system partners pronouns ~ ; he | they

< 11/25/2023 3 "take me back,, to,, the night we met,," 🌙

🌑 system partners name ~ ; A Collection Of Stardust , Ace , Oliver

🌕 system partners pronouns ~ ; he | they

< 12/15/2023 3 "take me back,, to,, the night we met,," 🌙

🕷️ ── "love will have its sacrifices…" ── 🦷 Freq. Fronters/hosts Mr Plant |,,| Ageless Adult |,,| He/It/Thing |,,| Host , Warden Alter

Gutz |,,| Ageless Adult |,,| He/It/Thing |,,| Host , Protector

Ghost |,,| 17 |,,| He/They/It/Wing/Cloud/Thing |,,| Persecutor , Mood Swings Holder

Will Solace |,,| 16 |,,| He/It |,,| Trauma Holder , Mood Booster

👁️ Extras,, 🫁

╭ DNI

if you are lgbtq+ phobic(includes aroa and aces)

if you fakeclaim or reality check

if you are a very strict Christian/Catholic and you try to push it onto others.

╭BYI

We cuss a lot and use slurs we CAN reclaim. (Ex, faggot, retard, tranny)

We collectively are a nonthiestic satanist

We are neutral on the topic on non-traumagenic systems. Don't bring up or ask about it unless you are going to be polite.

identities bc yes?

emotion wheel bc its helpful

!! socials

please make sure to tell us either on the app or in dms here that you followed/etc on these :)

X ( twitter ) - @/decayinghounds

tiktok ; @/decayinghoundscoll

instagram ; @/slutforfictionalkillers

pinterest ; @/decayinghoundssys

snapchat ; @/localhorrorshow

simplyplural ; @/decayinghoundscoll (<- still doing heavy work on it, restarted on a new account)

discord; ask for it

general blogs owned by us..

@tiny-remains - syskid/agere/petre/agedre/petdre blog

@decayingintros - our intros

@ghostixart - collective, but mainly ghosts art blog

@horrificinformation - collective writing blog. (quick warning, this account will have 'problemmatic' fandoms/media on it. a lot of our writing is more-so our thoughts/notes on research on our special interests, so far we've wrote more movie reviews and informational posts than fanfiction and actual stories)

@abnormalcultureis - abnormal culture :]

@rottingventbook - vent blog

personal sysmate blogs...

@strzit - stardust / ⭐'s blog

@mrsunshineboy - will solace / 🔆's blog

@voidless-thoughts - Mr. Plant / MP's blog

@paranoidkittycat - virgil's blog

@exotic-kalle - kalle's blog

@snowicangel - angel dust / ❄️'s blog

@y3ll0wgutziii - yellow's blog

salix / 🎃's blog , ask for it

salem's blog , ask for it

#did system #actually did #did osdd #dissociative identity disorder #medically recongized

[rbf451]

Blind Channel & piimä, Posse 11.11.2022

Warm-up: First they had to write their own names to test the markers. And ofc everyone had to drink piimä after that. Joel: This is my childhood trauma. Kalle (the host): And now it’s going to be also your adulthood trauma. Questions: 1. Who is most likely to let the success go to his head? 2. Who is most likely to trash a hotel room? 3. Who has the best jokes?

#blind channel #joel hokka #niko vilhelm #niko moilanen #joonas porko #olli matela #tommi lalli #alex mattson #aleksi kaunisvesi #posse round 2 #mtv3 #video #translation #(partly)

[espighty]

Hello! Your art and writing is wonderful. I would like some advice. I have bought some pens that are used for art, and I am wondering on how should I start using them, or to muster the courage to. Do you have any tips or advice?

Also, why Kallamar? What does your Lamb's eldritch form looks like?

Have a good week coming your way. Eat your fruits and vegetables daily.

I have one bit of advice for doing traditional art. Take pictures of every stage. You WILL occasionally mess up while lining or coloring, and it will be absolutely heartbreaking. But if you still have pictures of the sketch or the lining, that means you still have something left to post or share! It helps a lot with motivation. I had to do it in my last art post, which is why stuff is mismatched. I felt like the last two panels lost a lot of emotion and detail when I lined them, but since I had the pictures of the sketches, I still got to post it and it made me happy.

Why Kallamar. Well, two reasons. Number one, I get way more attached to guy characters who are more open with ‘unmanly’ emotions. Like Kazuichi, or Taka. 2012 Donnie maybe also counts? (At the very least he is portrayed as more anxious and far softer than his brothers, so he stuck out to me.) So with Kall being portrayed the way he is in game, he also stuck out a lot. It’s a fun subversion too. Second reason? His voice. The little squid blubs made my heart grow 3 sizes like the Grinch. So as soon as I heard him I was like “this is my favorite guy. I can’t wait to kill him.”.

Uhhh Lamb eldrich form, I don’t really think about it much. Other people have very good ideas about it, and I would just go with those ones in my head.

Thank you for the compliments. I had spinach yesterday. :)

#txt

[heliza24]

Chapter 32 of Heart and Homeland is now up!

Well folks, we did it! This is the last chapter @bluedalahorse and I have to post (for now!) and it's one of my favorites. After the dramatic events of last chapter, we find out Wilhelm and Sara's fate as they try to escape from Stockholm.

Not to spoil too much, but I just loved writing this scene, so have a snippet of their reunion as a teaser:

Wilhelm was deep in thought about all of this, when he felt Kalle wriggle his little hand out his grasp and take off sprinting. A jolt of panic shot through Wilhelm’s heart before he realized what Kalle was running towards. There, standing in the middle of the square, her black dress a stark contrast with the watercolor sunset behind her, was Sara.  Although at that point Wilhelm did not yet know what had brought Sara here, his hand immediately went to the inside pocket of his jacket, where he had kept the three tickets to America constantly against his breast. There was a reason he had brought her ticket after all. As he closed the gap between them, he heard Kalle exclaim that “My friend Sara has come to meet us!” Wilhelm could see the shock on Sara’s face as she registered the small and familiar child at her side. “Sara, it’s so good to see you. Would it be all right… could I hug you?” Wilhelm asked this because he didn’t know how else to convey the relief he felt, but physical affection had not been a previous part of their friendship and he knew that Sara’s relationship with touch was different than his. She nodded, and Wilhelm put his arms around her. Kalle latched himself onto both of their legs. To his surprise, he felt her lean some of her weight into his, like her legs had gone to jelly beneath her. This seemed so unlike the Sara he knew, who was so upright and calm even in the most demanding of circumstances. He knew that something must be wrong, something more complicated than simple grief at the loss of her husband.

We have one more set of chapters outlined that will wrap up the whole epic story. I can't believe we're almost done, and I can't wait to write the conclusion. So keep your eyes peeled for more chapters soon!

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