#hey um

[simandy]

"You know what I really hate about zombie movies? That part where the protagonist has to kill someone they love, because that someone is no longer there, only the body with... something else inside."

[kidciitrix]

unemployment final boss

[simxndy]

NEW CHARACTER ALERT!

> Arnan Nadeen.

[im-so-tired-i-want-a-nap]

my ankle its all twisted up

i wanna go home

[fblckt]

lost fanart in year 2025 wtf brother

[fevvor]

“i miss your voice. say something. anything.”

for amara <3

Amara is a wink of light, a bonfire burning against the fine, irritating sands of the shoreline. She is here to learn a lesson, maybe. She had spent another life, enveloped in the cloying humidity of Nova Roma, and some years later she had reconciled the fact that it was the last thing to ever truly hold her. She had spent, what felt, like a lifetime, where she only did what felt good. What could that mean?

She reconciles the pleasure of breaking naked through the crystalline bathing pools, basked under heavy tree cover, but impossibly warm. Reconciles watching the braided tails of horses, the ocean obsolete and nowhere, reconciles feeling like a gaudy antique in this new world. But here, head to head with the ocean, she stands outside of time. Surely the lesson must be coming now. She is here to cut the god from her throat, even though he had dragged her through sweet darkness at times. Even now in the stillness of a far away home, Helios, deity of the sun, wraps his heat over her shoulders, and suddenly, longing.

She does not want to be one with a god anymore, thinks, she'd rather just be a woman. Growing up, you could save yourself from a life starved of connection, of lessons and humility, by becoming a god. Athena herself had been split from Zeus' head. Hypnos' dripped opium while he spun dreams. Even Ariadne, who was not a god, but who had been loved by one, was saved from her humiliation on the island of Naxos, heeled on wine and dance and eternity. Amara, whose name had meant a great deal of things like deathless and eternal, had hoped she too could be revered for her obscurities. Amara whose name meant immortal, but that also meant grace, and also meant bitter, grew strange, and then powerful, and then stranger still, had learned a lesson. Being a god meant being alone.

A pang of emotion churns through her, and she is not sure if the rumble in her ears is the slide of tectonic plates, or the ceaseless lapping, shushing roll of the ocean. Her home was as good as fiction, just as was the hope she'd be saved from her own belligerence. The new mutants had been kind, and kinder still, but they had grown up and around one another and Amara was left in the peripheral. She could not blame them, ancient and strange as she was. Hopeless, spoiled.

It is a sharp irony then, alone in the dark on an uncharted island, that the new world blares to attention in her pocket. She had not remembered bringing it with her, and the digital screen blinked up at her. Alison. Such stark opposites, her presence alone, even made automated rattles her out of the odd, otherworldly pull of the sea.

I miss your voice. Say something. Anything.

She has answered, pressed the phone to her ear. When had that happened? Why was her heart hammering? Why did the request, unprecedented by a greeting, not even a hello, or Dazzler's usual bubbly, tangental monologue, cut so deep, so intimately through her? She understood little of what others said, even now, after all these years. Alison least of all more often than not, and still it was a heavy peace to her talk. Like she never suspected Amara might not be keeping up.

"Are you alright?"

Is the first thing that comes to mind, and her voice feels strange with disuse, having spent the last few hours in relative silence. That is something she's grown to learn with time, how to think of someone before herself. She cradles the phone close with both hands, like she could keep her safe that way, the signal between them a lifeline.

"It is strange. I just had the softest dream, and you were in it. We were both in it, and we were happy. We had always been happy."

[ohnomytummy]

hi daddy,,, ~

it’s been a while since we talked. tonight i had one of my sickest belly aches i’ve had in a while and you crossed my mind,,

what sent me over the edge was eating a pot of buttered noodles. my belly was a mess for hours and i going to and from the bathroom.. my guts were coated in nasty grease that just gave me the worst diarrhea.. but being the nasty puppy i am.. i could feel my bottom growth quivering as i felt the cramps all over my tummy..

i just woke up a few minutes ago and my belly is still feeling crampy and churny.. and i’m still feeling so hot and bothered.. i think i wanna use with my vibrator to relieve myself.. so i’d appreciate some material to play with? xx

- 🐶💜

Aw hi puppy 💜 I've been thinking about you and your belly recently, too. It's like fate, you in my inbox. I can picture you sitting with your fat thighs spread, wet and dripping onto the toilet seat as your insides clench and you try to keep yourself from moaning too loud and waking your house.

Thank you for being such a good and patient puppy waiting for a reply from daddy. I was excited to see your belly has still been a a volatile mess in my absence. I don't even have to hope you played with yourself anyway because I'm confident you did ... such a dirty, fat puppy you are for me ... just how I like you, my dear.

Those buttered noodles get you every time, baby. How much butter did you use? How much cream? You know you're probably lactose intolerant, so you knew what you were doing ... I forgot what a good boy you are.

[1moldshouldbedoinghomeworknow]

K-POP DEMON HUNTER FUNKOS

I REPEAT

KPOP DEMON HUNTER FUNKOS

AUGUST 28TH

INSERT BRITISH MAN RIDING HORSE HERE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUNKOS FUNKOS JUST A FEW DAYS BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! (oh but I won't be able to get them my parents will say no sighhhh but still) FFFFFFFUNKOS POLYTRIX