stupid comic based off a headcanon

RUN.

It just hit me that we have been waiting for q!tntduo to finally talk to each other for so long and all we got was a “nice to meet you” AND NOTHING ELSE

this one is not my best!! but that’s okay!! not all can be winners!!!

Maiko 32

(send me a pair and a number and I'll write a drabble)

32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

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They slept together not long after Zuko had been rescued from Ba Sing Se and returned home. Later, Mai would loftily tell Ty Lee that it was because they understood each other in a mature way, that they didn’t need a lot of time before they knew it was right. The truth was, they were both young and lonely, touch-starved and stewing in lascivious hormones. They had barely been able to keep their hands to themselves on the ship ride back to the Fire Nation. Once they had access to plush beds and little supervision, what little self-control they had evaporated.

Afterwards, Mai traced aimless patterns on Zuko’s bare back. He was laying on his stomach, head rested on his folded arms, eyes half-closed, watching her. She drew her pointed fingernail across his skin, light enough not to leave a mark. Up across his shoulders, skirting the claw marks she had dug into his flesh during the act, when she hadn’t been so gentle. 

“What are you thinking about?” he murmured.

I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.

“Nothing,” she answered. 

He smiled sleepily and pulled her down to him for a kiss.

status / open location / a cafe somewhere !

               "   i   can't   believe   it's   still   here.   "   her   voice   was   soft   as   she   peered   up   at   her   first   act   of   vandalism:   a   mural   splattered   in   tints   of   reds,   pinks,   and   yellows   circling   an   abstract   design   of   a   brain.   dramatic   as   it   was,   it   was   how   she   felt   at   the   time   of   her   diagnosis.   like   her   body   was   betraying   her.   it   still   was,   but   there   wasn't   a   sadness   in   her   when   she   looked   at   it.   the   girl   she   was   when   she   drew   that   wasn't   the   girl   she   was   now.   even   though   there   were   parts   of   her   eren   missed,   she   didn't   miss   the   anger.   "   could   definitely   use   more   than   a   little   practice   on   my   line   work,   no   ?   "   she   asked   with   a   soft   laugh.   "   i   think   i   was   trying   real   hard   to   be   edgy,   like   bad   art   can   be   good.   aren't   we   glad   i   grew   out   of   that   ?   "   

Normalize being a fan of your own writing, anyway this is my favorite example of my fic's two very contrasting moods.

The disturbing and cannibalistic twist on the angels.

written by ren, in a failed attempt at fancy writing! -----

This is inspired by episode 2, season 2 of the show ‘Yellowjackets’. If you have not heard of this, I will explain it to you: in 1996, an all-girl soccer team crashed into the wilderness during their flight to the finals. the team resorted to cannibalism after 9 months of being in the wilderness, becoming like a cult that fed the wilderness with rituals. I use this as inspiration for this ‘theory’, though it is 100% fictional.

TW : CANNIBAL , SACRIFICES , CULTS , HUNTS

The angels have been in heaven for millions of years, even before the creation of earth and everything life. Throughout time, the angels worshipped one god. And they would sacrifice the galaxy for that god.

When angels sin, they become fallen. They are traitors to god and to heaven itself. Punishment must be given to those who are deserving of it. Fallen angels go through a trial, where their wings are chopped and burned off. They no longer deserve their wings. Their fate is decided by the supreme arch angels (the messenger): be sent to hell or be hunted as a sacrifice.

Those hunted are given a head start as they try to escape the roaring arch angels following behind them. When they are caught, they are tied by their feet and hands to a thick branch and then brought back to the place of the ritual. The angels dress in fancy white gowns (like ancient Roman deities) while they prepare to sacrifice the fallen to their god.

The angels eat every single inch of flesh on the bodies, the skin discarded, and the organs thrown aside. God wants them to.

They cant waste anything. They have to eat it all. They drink the Fallen’s blood as if its wine, and their organs are eaten as a dessert. They must face the punishment of their actions. They are traitors. That is all they will ever be. There will be no mercy.

random 2am take bc i can’t stop thinking about it: it makes me uncomfortable when ppl write characters that aren’t meant to be liked but bring their appearance into the reason behind why they’re disliked, because you never know who is reading and internalizing that narrative against both their own appearance and others’ appearances

new kon fic chapter goes brr

new niche just dropped

edit: there’s a pattern of something something wanting to protect their partners from what they know to be horrible

we'll do fine.

catalysts, protectors

for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"