Ai Kira

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[novalizinpeace]

so, let hope this is the last time i say it, but there is maybe a solution for what happen

thanks to the help of a friend, i was able to set up a gofundme to help with this situation, because otherwise with the electricity keep going this awful and me been currently the only person supporting the family, im never going to see the end of my goal.

and i miss drawing my stories, i miss drawing what i like and not worry for each dollar to feed them all.

im not asking those that already helped me to donate here, you guys really helped me a lot, but i would appreciate if you all can share this in real life with others, since this is more easy to share that my previous campaign, maybe there hope i can archieve this

here is the campaign, thank everybody for the support

https://gofund.me/0718342d2

[apatheistlesbian]

Anyway this disability pride month I would like to shoutout disabled folks whose creativity has suffered because of their condition. I’m talking people with hand tremors and pain that stop them from drawing, knitting, and playing instruments. People whose thinking has become so disorganized that nothing they write makes sense to other people. People with chronic pain who can no longer dance. People so over medicated in a fruitless attempt to maintain stability that the wells of their imagination have run dry.

I see you and I love you. You are more than your creative output. You are not a shell of what you used to be. You are a whole, complete person, regardless of what your creativity has been, is now, or will be in the future.

[sizvideos]

This campaign defies censorship in social media to raise awareness for early detection of breast cancer

[iamanemotionaltimebomb]

this is actually super fucking smartass of them

[snake-lady]

Reblogging as this is so important everyone! My mum had breast cancer and that shit is not nice so please check yourself ladies and gents! 💕💕💕

[tkthegoddess]

Always a reblog. 💋

[lyra-invisa]

I will forever reblog this when I see it because its so important

[impactrueno]

informative post i made for instagram regarding the catastrophic earthquakes here in my country but i thought i'd share it here too

🆘🆘🆘PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU CAN'T DONATE!!! we are DESPERATELY trying to get more people to talk about this!!

➡️here's the link to the document mentioned

[swagophile]

important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are

[most-sane-classicist]

reblog if you're also lame and weird.

[netherworldpost]

;)

[schattenschreiberin]

I assume instantly blocked by scammer after calling them out.

That's what I get for linking my fics on tumblr.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Leon: Why can't I get Fabi to moan and beg like during our threesome?!

Juli: ...

Juli: Do you want an anatomical drawing or practice? Or why are you asking me instead of them?

Leon: The fuck does practice mean?

Juli: ... How are you such a sweet summer child?

[depsidase]

[haunted-hideaway]

I’m glad that OP:

1) Figured this out.

2) Shared so others can learn from their mistake.

[goldensunset]

[schattenschreiberin]

I just realized I have an unfinished draft with the only one bed trope.

Everything gets buried if you just put it in your OneDrive...

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[schattenschreiberin]

I just realized I have an unfinished draft with the only one bed trope.

Everything gets buried if you just put it in your OneDrive...

[schattenschreiberin]

Editing chapter in the supernatural AU because I messed up the size comparison between Fabi and Kissi.

This happens when you don't have a plan.

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Since I shared a bit about that weird wip with Jojo, Leon and Fabi yesterday... If someone wants they can read what would be the first chapter.

Probably won't make it to AO3 any time soon, with two other longfics already and the plot being even less thought out than the supernatural AU.

The world wasn’t made for dreamers.

You could be skilled at something that didn’t rely on academics and think you could live off that in the future, support yourself and maybe even your family. You could be the best in your entire town, but then someone better shows up; you make on misstep, can’t keep up with the rest and fall down through the cracks. Nothing there to catch you because you focused all your time and effort on that one thing and now you qualify for barely anything.

Leon was quite sick of relying on Marlon’s income. It wasn’t like he had and contributed nothing at all, but if they didn’t still have their childhood home, saving them from paying rent, they would struggle. Every ‘luxury’ they had was either still from their childhood or Marlon paid for it, while Leon’s wage was gone after monthly expenses and what Marlon made him put into a savings account. He evidentially had always been smarter, so Leon didn’t argue with him about that part.

He was just silently dissatisfied with his own life choices and trying to get good grades in evening classes. Leon wasn’t stupid, he had just been incredibly lazy and rather focused on football than passing his classes and without passing them, he was stuck with a minimum wage job; after Marlon had already finished his three-year-training for an ‘actual’ job. Marlon had recognized when to jump ship and put school before trying to become a pro footballer, even as it looked like Leon was making it.

He’d never call his little brother stupid for following his dreams, it could’ve gone a lot worse and Leon was putting in the effort to make up for what he pushed aside before. From Marlon’s point of view, they were fine; there would always be room for improvement and that was the direction they were heading in.

Just another reason why Leon didn’t tell him about all that was going on at work.

He was a glorified cleaner; glorified as in the job title sounding fancy, but the job itself still being the same. That wasn’t really the problem; it was, as people called it, necessary and respectable work and society would be a lot worse without someone cleaning up. He even had some familiar faces around, people that failed at the same thing he did, after he had beaten them on multiple occasions; not friends, more a reminder that he wasn’t the only miserable one around.

What was the problem, was his employer and his current workplace.

The places he had to clean switched every few months, from hotels to places they definitely didn’t get paid enough for to just set foot into them. There was a policy, that Leon actually suspected every company to have, to never tell who they were working for and what they saw on the job; which sounded a lot more menacing and unnerving than it actually was. Restaurants and the like just didn’t want their patrons to know how dirty the kitchen got over a workday.

But this entire place, outside and inside, was menacing and weird.

From the outside it looked like the old fashioned villa of someone who hated people. Most shutters were closed, high fences and thick hedges around the property, nothing but neatly trimmed grass and asphalted paths around the house. Coming inside, it looked more like the typical rich person house; expensive décor, that was a pain in the ass to dust off, paintings, that looked like someone had accidentally spilled paint on a dirty canvas and furniture that looked like it cost more than his house. Everything in here probably cost more than he would ever earn in his life.

But those were only the front rooms, the ones any guest could see; like the foyer, living and dining room and the kitchen were quite standard, for such an insanely high standard.

Beyond that were common rooms, bedrooms and a second kitchen that were much more utilitarian. It was like crossing a border into a different world. It still got weirder, going through this area and down into the basement. Where other villas had wine cellars, this one’s looked like a hospital; white walls and the omnipresent smell of disinfectant. A lot of doors down there were locked, murmuring and the humming and beeping of machines barely audible through them. Occasionally there were louder sounds from somewhere, but they were told to ignore them and just clean the halls, breakroom and storage rooms, and Leon gladly obliged; to get back outta there as fast as possible.

It, thankfully, was only a weekly trip and the rest of his workweek was spend in normal places.

Leon didn’t want to know what was going on in that estate, but he would soon be forced to find out.

It was a Friday in December and Leon, once again, asked himself how people could work down here, seemingly without any heating. If someone was working right now, he’d never actually seen any of the people who worked and seemingly also lived here. He only ever saw his colleagues, like Nick; who had been staring at a nearby door for maybe ten minutes at this point, just mopping the same spot. Any other place, Leon would get pissed at him for that, but here. Here Nick had been on ‘special assignment’ for a few hours, in a room that was locked before, after and while he had been in there. Leon didn’t want to know what had been in there, that made him stare into nothingness now; like he was having Vietnam flashbacks.

They just wanted to go home now, as soon as possible.

Out of this weird, quiet place and back to the normalcy of mundane, everyday life.

Suddenly the silence was interrupted, not by echoing footsteps or an opening door or anything else normal. It was a scream, distant and probably coming through multiple walls, but someone was undeniably screaming. In pain? Fear?

Nick sure as hell looked terrified, as his head snapped around to look at Leon, silently begging for confirmation that he wasn’t hearing things now. Leon apparently showed the appropriate amount of disturbance and they both stayed silent, listening for more and at the same time hoping that there wouldn’t be anything. This was the sort of noise they were told to ignore, but how the fuck were they supposed to do that?

It stayed quiet, until there was the everyday, but echoing, sound of a door opening and footsteps heading towards them. It didn’t take long for a tall, blond woman in a lab coat to round the corner and simply seeing her sent Nick packing. He was around the corner in the opposite direction before Leon even noticed him moving at all.

She looked displeased, but Leon couldn’t tell if it was because of Nick running off or of whatever had happened down the hall she came from; the direction the scream had come from. He was very tempted to leave as well, but

“You.” Her voice was calm and cold. “Please follow me.”

Despite the ‘please’ it was pretty clear that this was a command and not a polite ask he could decline. He could try, she wasn’t his boss and he didn’t need to answer to her, but there was too much morbid curiosity now.

He could always walk away later.

The area stayed quiet as they walked the way back she came, through one of the many locked doors; that she easily opened with a keycard. The room behind it didn’t make Leon feel any less unsettled by this place. To their right was a section with white boards, chemistry equipment, one of those light boxes you needed to look at x-rays and a few boxes and papers strewn all over; as if someone had jumped up from sitting at one of the desks there in a panic and knocked everything over.

To their left was a wall with a few flat screens hanging on it; all turned off, but something told Leon that these weren’t normal TVs. There were two more doors on that wall, one right next to them and the other further ahead.

The woman stopped in front of the second door and finally turned around to look at him again. She didn’t seem any less calm than before as she pulled something out of a little locker next to the door. A collar with a little box attached to it.

“You’ll find one like this in there and that has to be replaced with this one.”

“… Is that a shock collar?” Now would be the time to leave. Leon wasn’t one to kink shame, but considering where they were, he highly doubted that this was about anything like that. And even if it was, he didn’t want any part in it either way.

“You don’t need to worry about what this one is. All that matters is that the old one is malfunctioning right now and causing harm.” She didn’t let him get a single word in, still calmly explaining. “I can’t go in myself, as I need to unlock the broken one from outside, so you can take it off. All I need you to do is go in, put the new one on and take the old one off. It should be less than five minutes and I will make it worth your time.”

“Put it on what? A dog? And how the hell are you going to make that worth my time?”

“Your monthly salary for these five minutes.” When he just stared at her, baffled and confused, she continued to calmly bargain with him. “Or even double that…”

Comparatively that still wouldn’t be a fortune and it did not answer his first question, it only made him very nervous about it. “… What is in there?”

“Something very important. You don’t need to worry about it being unsafe, because it is not. In, put it on, take it off and out. That’s all you have to do.”

There were still so many questions, so many reasons to leave immediately, but the longer she talked in that calm tone and the longer she looked into his eyes like this, the less of a fight he put up. She pushed the collar into his hands and opened the door to a very dark and short hallway. Stepping through with her behind him, the air was thick with a metallic stench and the door closed too fast for him to look around and find the source. Apparently she was also done sweet-talking, as she reached over his shoulder to press a button and then shove him through the opening sliding door; that shut behind him just as fast as it had slid open.

The white light inside blinded him and he barely regained his balance, turning back towards the door to shield his eyes and yell at her, but any sound he could make got stuck in his throat. Bright red smears stained the metal of the door and the tiled wall beside it. From the color and smell, there was only one thing that that could be.

Frozen in place he followed the trail with his eyes, down to the floor, around his feet and to a spot behind him; he couldn’t turn his head far enough to see and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to. Looking back at the door, he couldn’t see anything that might be used to open it from this side; no button, no keyhole, no card reader.

There was nothing else for him to do than turn around and finally find out what in all of hell was in here with him. Again, he followed the blood trail as he turned around and made a step backwards, towards the door. He fully expected to find a dead body, but there were only more blood splatters and some broken syringes on the floor. Leon doubted that a syringe could cause that much bleeding, but that wasn’t his primary concern right now; he could see the broken collar now.

And it was a lot worse than he imagined.

Cowering in the corner was a person, one wrist chained to the wall with the other still on a chain, but this one just lying on the floor, not connected to anything. The collar was barely visible between strands of fair hair falling onto their shoulders. He couldn’t see their face, due to it being buried in their pulled up knees and the arm that wasn’t hanging above their head; he couldn’t tell if he was looking at a man or a woman and with how tightly curled up, quiet and still they were, he couldn’t even tell if they were alive or not.

The blood trail didn’t lead all the way up to them, but their clothes –something that looked like a hospital gown- were stained like the door was.

As Leon was taking in the horribleness he’d just been shoved into, they started twitching and wincing in pain.

“the old one is malfunctioning right now and causing harm.”

At least that didn’t seem to have been a lie and she said she would let him take it off; she also said he needed to put the new one on first, but that was the last thing he considered to do right now. He instantly started to rethink all of life choices right after he made a step towards the corner.

The person’s head shot up instantly, like he had triggered a laser trap; wide, green eyes locked onto him, they hissed like a cat and bared their teeth at him.

Leon froze midstep and just stared.

This wasn’t a normal person; aside from the fact that they hissed like the neighborhood cat when he tried to pet it, their eyes were also cat like, with the pupils only slits in the bright light. After their initial reaction, they went quiet and stared back as he didn’t do anything. What was he even supposed to do? A second ago he wanted to take the collar off, now he was afraid he’d get jumped if he tried. Leon had never been the best at reading emotions; they were either very angry or… scared. Looking at everything around, both would be justified.

Another jolt went through their body and the chains rattled as they tried to pull on the collar with both hands, one getting stopped by the chain being too short and the sharp fingernails of the other scratching their skin; trying to get their fingers underneath the collar. Both looking quite painful.

“Wait, I- I can help you take that off.” Rationally thinking, he really shouldn’t get any closer, but he had always been more on the impulsive actions than the thinking-things-through side. The new collar had a clip in the back, he assumed the same for the old one as he got on his knees next to them; pushing their hair aside to find it. Unsurprisingly it didn’t simply snap open once he found it, she had to somehow open it from the outside. “Come on… This is what you pushed me in here for!”

They flinched at his angry yelling, but held still otherwise; no hissing or struggling, only curled up with their knees still pulled to their chest.

Leon stubbornly pulled around on the clip and collar for a solid few minutes, feeling at least part of some electric shocks himself, before it clicked open and slipped off; leaving bruises, burns and bloody scratches on their neck. They still gave a relieved sigh when they sunk back against the wall. The old collar was chucked at the door before Leon relaxed a bit as well. He was still stuck in this room, but whoever he was stuck with, they didn’t seem like they meant him any harm. That would most likely change if he would try to put the new collar on them.

“… thank you…”

Had there been any other sound, Leon might’ve missed their hoarse whisper. It made him feel worse. “… Don’t thank me too soon. She probably won’t let me out until I put the new one on you…”

“I know… You don’t belong here…”

Leon moved to sit in front of them, so they didn’t have to strain their neck by looking over their shoulder the whole time. “No. And I really don’t want to be here…” He looked over at all the blood on the floor. “Were you the one who screamed a little while ago?”

“… I did scream… I don’t know if that’s what you heard… or if it was him after he left…”

He glanced between them and the blood trail. Their free hand was bloody and their fingers with those sharp nails were almost claw like. Now he felt a little more unsafe, sitting so close to them. “… Did you do that?”

They looked down at their hand before nodding. “… I was so sick of it… I didn’t want those near me. I only tried to knock them down and then the shocks got so much worse…”

To Leon, they didn’t look sorry or remorseful at all, only tired, but he couldn’t really blame them. “… Why are you even here?” It was a pretty stupid question and he only got a tired “Ask her…” as an answer. They were the type of person whose life would be either hiding or dealing with some sort of scientist.

“… you should go home…” They looked more exhausted by the second. “If you don’t put it on, someone else is going to strangle me with it…”

And the door wouldn’t open before he did either. Leon glared towards the ceiling, somewhere in those corners he expected to be cameras; in a place like this there couldn’t be none. There was no choice, there hadn’t been from the moment she first looked at him; he hated being trapped like this and he wasn’t even the one who was truly trapped here.

They raised their chin to make it easier for him and Leon felt a lot more than just the collars clip snap shut beneath his fingers. For a moment they looked at each other and Leon felt the worst he’d ever felt in his life. Before he could come up with anything to say, they leaned forward; knees hitting the ground and shackle digging into their wrist again. He didn’t really know what to make of this hug, but he hesitantly hugged them back, hearing them mumble into his shoulder.

“Don’t feel bad… You can’t do anything anyway…”

Usually a phrase like that would push him to at least try to do exactly what he was told not to do, but now he had the very strong suspicion that they were right; and that this could end badly for him if he would try.

The door slid open when he was in front of it and over his shoulder he saw how they sunk with their side against the wall, face hidden behind a curtain of tangled hair. It shut behind him before the one out into the bigger room opened. Sterility wasn’t much better than the blood stench, Leon felt like he would vomit if he didn’t get some fresh air soon.

There was still someone standing in his way though.

With raised eyebrows and looking the slightest bit impressed, she was waiting for him.

“… Did you expect me to die in there?”

“Not at all.” She crossed her arms behind her back. “It never intentionally injured someone before and even if it tried now, you should’ve easily been able to overpower it or back away. I am surprised about how calm you stayed, comparatively at least.”

“… They’re not an ‘it’.” Leon still didn’t know if he had talked to a man or a woman, he hadn’t really payed attention to that, but their gender didn’t matter anyway. “How many more people do you have chained and locked up down here?”

“Mr. Wessel-Masannek…” She slightly tilted her head at him. “We have no people ‘locked up’ her. This one might look human at first glance, but I can assure you that it’s not.” Before he could argue she turned to lead him back out. “I’ve retrieved your information from your employer, you can expect our payment within the next three business days.”

“Do you expect me to just forget about this?!”

Opening the door to the hallway, she didn’t even look back at him; as she reminded him in that same calm and cold tone she’d used when she had told him to follow her. “You’re required to keep this to yourself. Forgetting it should make that a lot easier for you.”

Here, that policy was as menacing and unnerving as it sounded

[kyra45]

“Commission open? Dm me” - commission scam

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“I love your story and want to illustrate it dm me at discord” - commissioner scam

“I saw your post looking for artists to draw (x) and would love to draw it it sounds like a lovely idea and im an artist” - commissioner scammer who DM’d you when you didn’t ask

“Did you send me this link for free tumblr premium?” - accidentally reported you scam

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[schattenschreiberin]

I know the DWK movie fandom is rather small and there's not many fics on AO3 to answer my question (there are far more on ff.de, but none that really answer this question either)

So I'm gonna ask here and hope it reaches whoever might be in the fandom.

How are we feeling about full on supernatural AUs? Aka turning the Kerle and / or their fellow teams into shapeshifters, vampires, faes etc.

Generally interesting

Depends (pls elaborate, I want to talk about this)

No

Voting ended onMar 27

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I did it.

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Heatwave... Animals can go into heat... Have this WIP.

Modern society didn’t overwrite instincts; it didn’t do it with animals and it didn’t do it with wild ones either. They were just able to cope with it better than a dog that couldn’t really communicate or do much on ist own. And probably a bunch of other reasons.

They were still there and became source of confusion and even aggression as they got old enough to be affected by it.

It was typically only a few weeks and Vanessa had always preferred to stay far away from almost everyone during it; not because she didn’t trust the boys, but because she felt sick around 50 % of the time. Now she had a lot of other girls around who knew the pain and annoyance.

Meanwhile, the boys preferred outside; distracting and getting their energy out with hunting, exploration, play fighting and their actual mates.

„Please get off me…“

„Do I have to…?“

„I appreciate the cuddling, Leon…“ Fabi were half sitting, half laying in their nest, with Leon having his arms wrapped around their torso, lying on top of them and with his face buried in their hair. „But I would like to get up.“ They could imagine how he felt, easily, since they had to deal with the same; with nine biological females around them and neither party having control over their hormones.

„Are you going to leave?“

They patted his head as they felt his breath on the side of their neck. „No… I just don’t want to sit like this anymore.“

Leon accepted that reason and solved it by pulling them both up and falling into a different pile of pillows and blankets, Fabi completely on their back now with him kneeling over them. They could see his furry ears twitch and his tail was swishing around restlessly. Partial transformation, no matter how adorable it might look, was never a particularly good sign. „… Better?“

The wild one wanted a lot more than just cuddle the beast.

„This isn’t really ‚letting me get up‘, Leon…“

„… I don’t want to let you go… and you could just throw me off if you really wanted to.“ Leon was aware that he was playing with fire, but pretty much any interaction with Fabi was like that and they could easily get rid of him if they didn’t want him right now.

But Fabi didn’t feel like smacking their soulmate against the cave wall with wing or tail and they didn’t appreciate him starting to kiss and let his sharp teeth graze over the skin on their neck. It was odd how this of all things aroused them. Leon could easily rip their throat open like this; maybe that and knowing that he never would was what did it. „Stop, I’m- Not now!“

They yanked on his hair and pushed against his chest; he did budge, just not a lot.

„Let me go.“

„Fabi-“

„I said ‚not now‘, so let me go.“ To be perfectly honest, they didn’t know if they were ready to be railed by an sexually frustrated wild one, not knowing how wild or rough this could get. They doubted that they would have much control over Leon.

At least he listened now and even looked apologetic as he sat up, ears still twitching and tail swishing around. „… Later?“

Fabi sat up as well and tugged around on a piece of ripped clothing, just more nesting material. Or maybe it could be used for something else. „… If you allow me to do something first“

There wasn’t much Leon was completely opposed to when it came to Fabi -he even let them get away with almost killing him twice- but what he thoughtlessly agreed to, without asking what it even was, now was one of those things and Fabi had to wrestle him to the ground to tie his arms behind his back. He hated nothing more than being restricted in his movements and he couldn’t get out of this one; he couldn’t even transform, as long as he wanted his shoulder joints to stay intact at least.

„Does it hurt?“

Lying on his stomach and half of his face buried in a pillow he couldn’t see Fabi’s face, but they sounded like it was a genuine concern to them. „… I hate it…“

„Not what I asked…“

„… No.“ It was uncomfortable, but not painful and Fabi made sure that it stayed that way as they helped him to sit up. „Why do you even want me tied up? I’m not gonna run away.“

„I know, this is about the opposite.“ They straddled his lap and cupped his face with both hands. „I just had to push and pull you away and I don’t really want to have to do that again…“