Fanfics, Original works, most small, some big, I will post alot here. He/Him Bisexual Guy. AMA I try to be supportive and kind to all. Have a question or request? Just ask. I'll more than likely do it. within reason of course. My avatar and background were commissioned by me and we're made by the amazing and talented @sweeetangerine
I study graphic design and my tutor recommended and used this in his classes at art college last year, itâs so good it has SO many features for free, I really recommend it, even if youâre just trying to learn the basics of PS, such a wonderful thing <3
Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3
The heroes fail to stop it, everyone is panicking, they feel like theyâve truly failed to stop it. etc etc
EVERYONE is ready to fight for their final life.
Theyâre as ready as they can be to go against something so evil JLD are scared of it.
SO when the dome that was sealing them away from the summoner finally shatters they are expecting some huge eldritch being, something made of pure nightmares⊠OnlyâŠ
Only to find an old tape recorder in the middle of the summoning circleâŠ
Everything is dead silent. No one movesâŠ
Then it clicks on and makes a loud noise.
The noise?
It was the no longer in service beep.
âWeâre, not, sorry.â a teenage voice began after the beep ended, startling everyone as they werenât expecting this at all âBut the Ghost King you are trying to reach is no longer in service or rather King anymore. Thus any big evil world ending plans you have made will not be approved during my reign. Please, get a life and try to actually live it because I will not be ending anyoneâs or mass genocide anything⊠Also to the really insane Fruitloop that tried summoning a being with the warning of âwill cause the end of your worldâ. I am the Ghost King now, eventually everything and everyone will enter my domain regardless of who, when, how, or why. That is something I can wait for, I got no reason to speed it upâŠ. So have a pleasant day and enjoy being arrested or ended for doing this dumb summoning if you decided to do this in front of like everyone in your world or something⊠Goodbye!â
"How can you still have hope in your kind?", the alien asked, as their ships decorated the blue skies with gray.
"We need each other", the human ambassador replied.
"Your kind is one of war".
"I know".
"Your kind is one that silences itself".
"I know".
"Your kind got used to its cruelty".
"And yet, we can still be delighted by sunlight".
"You are close, yet divided and distant from each other".
"From our differences we find harmony and reasons to connect. This is more prevalent than our hate".
"All I see is your kind spiraling down to nothing. Your planet is dying, you hate each other, and you do not believe in a future anymore".
The ambassador did not reply.
"Your museums are filled with relics of ruin, ambassador, and your own body has scars from the wars you inflict upon each other. Your kind can never discover all living creatures on Earth, for you have already killed too many things you will never have the pleasure of knowing".
The alien shook their/its head.
"Your punishment is solitude and guilt".
"No".
The aliens looked down upon the human.
"Spiraling down our minds, you still saw something good. Otherwise, you would have killed us on sight, like you did with others in the past. In our darkest moments, we learned how to make fire. You saw a fossil of an old woman without teeth, and yet, she lived for long enough for her wounds to heal. If we were truly cruel, she would have been killed. If we were truly crooked, she would have been abandoned. Yet, she was kept alive, and someone was kind enough to feed her, even when she was toothless".
The human rose his/her/their voice.
"What is real resists the lies of convenience".
"You speak with fancy words, but I cannot believe any of them. We saw what you did".
"You saw war and how it can disappear from your mind as you get used to it, but you are still watching us fight against it".
"You can make a bad person fall, but you cannot stop your own nature".
"Our love and our caring is our nature, and it finds a way".
"Describe how it does so, then. Prove it. Show us what you can do, even after everything you saw".
"We cannot describe our care, and the more we try, the more we fail. We look at those we love and all we can do is think about how distant we are from them, and how utterly incapable we are of showing them how much we love them. When I go to sleep next to my partner and I see their back, and I hug them close to me and listen as their breathe in and breathe out, all I can do is think about how I will never be able to hold them as much as I need to. I can make all the poetry in the world and do the impossible, and yet this wont satisfy me.
I could scream at the top of my lungs and paint a canvas with romantic pink and save the world. I could do all of that and it would never be enough. My partner will tell me, when I go back home, that they know I love them and I know they love me back, and I will agree, but still cry as I say 'I am sorry for not showing you enough'.
My partner does not take away from me. They do not fulfill me. They simply make me understand that I cannot stop caring for them".
Silence in the courtroom of aliens that think they can judge others.
"You listened to our songs, you saw your movies, you read our books and listened to our stories. You saw us die and live. You saw everything that mades us ourselves and you refuse to accept us, because you cannot fathom the idea of an alien species that both care and hate and live and die and create and destroy. You cannot live with the idea of choosing to be better. You want to be born good and pure of cruelty so you can feel less guilty about your own mistakes".
And the aliens could not say anything back, nor the billions of humans that were watching their own judgement through screens, nor the other many alien species that survived the invaders cruel purity.
"You can kill me. But humanity won the moment we realized death may only exist as long as we are alive to name it".
As an esquinine, she was drawn to the more pleasant hobbies in life, both for her own happiness and other people's, more so than the average being. She found great joy in being able to provide a service to others that caused such a positive emotional surge. As a strong natural psychic, she had the ability to 'sip' at strong emotions and enjoy them as a one would a drink.
For the unshielded, she was exposed to all emotions, but it was the greater ones, or those felt more strongly that she recognised above the usual din.
Anger, frustration, disgust, or hatred were the ones she avoided where she could, instead deliberately seeking out positive ones instead.
A favoured pass time was lingering near spaceport greeting lounges where long lost partners, families or friends would meet again, rush into one another's arms and embrace with an outpouring of love, joy and relief. It was like standing just off from a planet's coast, until the water reached her shoulders. The ebb and flow of the water would rock her back and forth. Likewise, the relief of seeing one that you had missed was enough for her to physically waver, stood in the middle of the expansive room.
The esquinine telepath had met no other race in the cosmos that seemed to have such a reaction to their meal.
Even before they started on their plate, the anticipation bled into her readily. When the first bite was taken, she was glad she was seated as the sheer, unadulterated, euphoria that washed over her and hit like a tidal wave. Each bite blinded her like no other. Not even the ursidains could match the depths of the emotion's the human was feeling at this second.
It was the very next day, Nepeltor applied for her culinary licence.
Just short of a year later, she applied for a location for a new food stall on the station. Directly next to the new arrivals exit.
She didn't need much, in the end just space for 5 or so mid-sized creatures... 'humans' she hoped. They were rare, but she noticed a steady appearance of one or two as they made their way across. This station must have been one of the secretive layovers for the valuable species.
Her stall was barely more than a hot plate and space for her ingredients behind the counter, with a bench in front and an eating shelf for the customers.
Perhaps it would be frowned upon to have stolen an idea from the human. Perhaps they would have agreed to give their permission if she had asked, but in the end, Nepeltor made a new meal that was a human specialty in the hope it would lure the new species in with tastes of their former home. 'Noodles', chives, meat and an egg. Throw in some other bits and bats before serving with a smile.
It was several weeks before the first human appeared. By then she was fully invested in her work and had been forced to plan a handful of other stalls opening, manned by hires. The human 'noodles' were a hit, a brand new taste sensation in a galaxy that had tried 'everything' already.
The esquinine at this point wasn't thinking that a human would arrive, instead focusing on her work of slicing vegetables ready for the next fresh pot. She had served the two newcomers as she had anyone else, with barely a thought thanks to the rush.
"God I'm starving!"
"I know, can't get a good meal anywhere here, did that guy genuinely suggest we eat rocks?"
The first voice replied but was muffled as he slurped a heaping of noodles into his mouth.
"At least this place has normal foo-" His dramatic halt gave pause for the other human, before the one that had taken a bite 'mm'd in pleasure as he immediately began eating with gusto.
Nepeltor however, was rocked out of her zen 'flow' state of working and knew instantly that she had done well. From a gnawing hunger radiating from the other side of the counter, like a grenade exploding right in front of her face; a mixture of desire, greed, pleasure and even love bloomed in front of her until she stumbled and had to lean against her counter just to stop her knees from buckling.
What was interesting was that over time, one by one, each human ended up emitting the same few handfuls of emotions, which was an experience every time and not only did they love her food, there was a hint that they had associated her with her food and she herself was the target of their outpouring of positive emotions. It was directed at her, rather than just passive.
In the end she became famous amongst humans traveling that route.
She had the opportunity to expand, become an administrator, be rich and never have to work again with her stalls setting up shop everywhere, but she would lose access to be there when they took that first bite with ecstasy. Not to mention, if she expanded too much, she would be less likely to see the humans if they weren't forced to come see her and her stall specifically.
Hey, can yâall rb this if itâs okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with yâall but I am terrified of being annoying lol
PSA: tomatoes are not spicy. Tomatoes and tomato products should not be spicy. Pizza sauce isnât inherently spicy. Tomato-based pasta sauce is not spicy. Ketchup is NOT spicy.
If tomatoes are spicy, you have an allergy to tomatoes.
This announcement brought to you by my almost 29-year-old husband learning for the first time in his 2.8 decades of putting food products into his mouth that spaghetti and saucy pizza arenât spicy foods
Was talking with my therapist about how I get myself some sense of achievement in everyday life, and I told her that I occasionally give myself little secret self-appointed tasks, where the only goal is to manage to achieve some completely random, pointless, arbitrary goal without anyone else finding out or asking me about the whatever weird shit I am currently in the middle of doing. There's no punishment for failing to do so, I don't dread any kind of an outcome, nor is there any other reward for succeeding the task, than managing to succeed in it - a little challenge with no other goal or purpose than being a little challenge.
She said that this is very interesting, and asked me to name an example of one of these quests that I've given myself. I froze, drawing blank, since my current arbitrary goal is to see how long I can go on without having to explain to her what furries are.
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tumblr user lexosaurus i'm afraid you've brought his on yourself but also i hope you suffer for putting this out in the universe bc A) it is funny and B) you've literally performed for the obamas and made music for disney and tumblr is what scares you?? girl
Listen handing my social security number and signing the rights to my life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness over to Micky Mouse was as easy as filling out a couple legalese forms. Yâall on here are gremlins. Unpredictable. Tumblr users are like the troll under the bridge from Dora the Explorer. You never know when one of yâall will pop out, do a little dance, and demand me to solve a riddle in order to live.
Sylena looked back down to her arm, reading the words again. There was a bittersweet feeling to reading them. She just knew they would be spoken with sadness or anger. Looking back up she saw that her order was ready, a chai tea latte. Grabbing her order, she sat down at an open table and pulled out her laptop, intent on finishing another chapter.
She got about 500 words in when she saw two boys sit at the next table over. Brushing it off since they werenât harming anyone, she went back to work. The boys started talking about whatâs been going on in their lives recently. One of them said that he found his soulmate a few days ago. Sylena couldnât hear his response because a couple walked past her talking a bit loudly, but she didnât mind. She shouldnât be eavesdropping anyways.
Then the other guyâs smile fades a bit and he looks at his arm. The first one puts his arm on his friends shoulder and comforts him, saying that he is sure there is a good explanation. The friend doesnât look convinced. He looks at his arm again.
âDoes this mean I donât have a soulmate?â He says.
Sylenaâs heart shatters and flutters at those words. She is startled enough that she falls out of her chair, catching the attention of the two, and a few other patrons.
She quickly gets up and the guys ask if she is okay, she nods her head, trying to hide her blush, and quickly walks over to her soulmate. She hugs him really tight. Being confused he eventually returns the hug, thinking that maybe she just needed some comfort from the embarrassment.
She stops hugging him after a few seconds and wipes a tear that was forming in her eye. Then she shows him her arm. He looks confusedly at her before he reads it, then his eyes light up and he is on his feet hugging her and spinning her around. Laughing and crying from his happiness. He sets her down after a few moments and looks at her with love and hope and happiness, before a moment of confusion takes him.
âBut why is my arm blank then?â He asks. She smiles a bit nervously at that before she points at her neck and makes a cross motion. He gets it right away and hugs her.
âWell, I always wanted to learn sign language.â
She shook with laughter at hearing that.
(Reposted here from my other account @thefirstmega20)
The gentle patter of rain falling on the umbrella complimented the conversation beneath quite well. The soft, almost caring sound matching the soft, delicate love between the couple on their first date. Their steps slow as they didn't want to end the night any sooner than necessary, the quiet splashes as they walked were softer, almost serene.
As they got close their destination they stop under a street light. The soft yellow glow reflected off the watery pavement and lit them in a soft warm glow.
Staring into each others eyes, they leaned in. Closing them, their lips touched.
The world almost completely fell away. The umbrella slipped from weak hands that were now wrapping around their partner. The rain hitting their skin and soaking their clothes seemed like fireworks, they felt, as they kissed.
When they pulled away, they didn't see two soaked people in the rain, they saw their love in eachothers eyes.
The rain gently kept applauding the couples tender moment.
Long ago, deep in the woods of a country that no longer has a name, there was a village. Made from the wood around them, and with trees and nature between each building, they lived with nature, not excluding themselves from it. They planted their crops around the forest where they grew naturally, helping them prosper. They hunted and fished away from home, and never took more than the forests could provide. And any animal that wandered into their village was treated as a friend. Healed if they were hurt, fed if they were hungry, and in turn, the creatures of the forest would bring gifts. Small things, sometimes some food, but the most treasured were the trinkets they would bring. If a creature brought a trinket, you knew it wasn't just something they found, it was something they found value in. The people would accept the gift with praise and would find the perfect place for it with the animal. The place was decorated with odd branches, small, shiny rocks and bits and pieces of things lost to the forest.
This was how the village lived. One with 5he nature around them and helping the forest to grow with kindness and passion. After a time the people of the village grew much larger than they ever thought they would. And there were people who didn't connect with the large trees and forest creatures as well as was normal. They decided to find a new home. To find places that connect with them as the forrests did their families.
They separated with well wishes and were encouraged by the creatures of the forest. When they left the forest, some of them took to the plains and the mountains around them, settling in to build under ground homes and rock buildings from the areas around them, and started learning how to live in and help the areas they now held dear. Others wandered still. Deserts where they made sandstone and helped the wandering oasis around them. Swamps with stilted buildings and newly thriving birds, fish and reptiles. Some even found a home wandering the sea currents. Helping injured fish and singing with the whales. They spread where others were fearful, embraced the land around them and became a part of it.
They remembered how they never had to work against nature, and that the creatures always had something in common with them, some way to connect with the lands they were in.
So it was quite odd when one found themselves settling into a city. They refused nature and turned the land to their will. So how could they live with nature when there wasn't any here?
They started by talking with people. Sharing stories and helping them as they could. Then they noticed that even here, creatures roamed. They started helping the stray dogs and cats, playing games and healing the rats and mice. They even started helping spiders find places they would help and not be seen.
After years in the city, they became an enigma to the townsfolk. Kind and helpful, with all the creatures respect and never harming anything. With a house decorated with useless things and city debris. It was odd, but they were a good person, and had helped most all the town, so no one saw any reason to question them.
After a bad year, with crops falling short and the hunts scarce with their return, the people settled in for a harsh winter, and prepared to lose people by the end of it. But instead, they were surprised by gifts of food and wood for the fires. All delivered by the strays of the town. The rats stayed clear of any food in storages or houses, and always found small piles of berries or nuts or fruit inside when there had been none.
The town made it through the winter with no one coming out worse for wear because of it. It took a while for them to think that their new companion may know what happened, and they went to ask of it.
"There is a lot of wonder here. In my home, we live with nature, you can't go ten steps without running into a tree or an animal that wants your company. We helped the forrest and the forest helped us. You have no trees or big creatures here, but what you do have lives with your help, intended or not. When I told them you were in danger, they wanted to help."
Regardless of where nature is, it is as kind as it is cruel. Trees cracking concrete add beauty as well as inconvenience. Wild dogs bring dirt and an animal that may cause harm, but adds a guardian and some relief when something more dangerous would come near. Rats eat food and make holes, but keep away insects and other small pests. Learning to live with nature shows the beauty and helps to lessen the cruelty.
