Inspiration

The Fork Dog

Fork in him

That one Snatcher meme but....

I've recently started getting into the little witch academia Fandom and akko is the definition of a Sugar rush and sasha is my spirit animal. On a serious note I love the tv show animation style and the dub is pretty good as well and if your curious the tv show is on Netflix anyway sorry for the weird rambling or texting I guess anyway have a awesome day

This is a

🌟MASTERPIECE 🌟

Strawberry Asra for the summer vibes! 💗🍓

Made the first one last year and the second one a couple months ago, as a quick simple thingie 🌟

Next thing you know tumble weeds will be taking over fucking cities

i have some questions yet i find myself too afraid to seek answers

YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME MAN 😭💔

Hector and Isaac reacting to their S/O’s death

(This is a long one, strap in folks!)

Hector:

It was just like any other evening. Hector was at the forge, sending the night creatures out the window one by one.

His S/O had left for the nearest village earlier in the day, and he was beginning to get antsy.

He decided to take a walk through the castle to clear his head.

He was meandering around the war hall when the door burst open, and in rode a vampire on his horse — the lookout.

He says a mob from the local village is approaching the castle.

Dracula’s troops stand guard at the door, ready to meet the attacking force. Hector hangs back, curious to see what’s going on.

In the distance, he could see them emerging from the surrounding darkness. The tiny flickers of red light from their torches grew stronger as the villagers marched closer.

Hector squinted to better see the mob. They were carrying something heavy.

He was shoved aside as the vampires surged forward to attack the villagers, who — despite their rage-powered determination — didn’t stand much of a chance.

Hector stumbled down the front steps just as the last few had fallen. During the fight, the attackers had set down that strange thing they were carrying.

Now he saw what it was. A wooden cross, staked to the ground, and tied to it was his lover.

His legs almost gave out from under him, but he caught himself.

“What are you doing?! They’re hurt, get them down from there!”

Isaac helped him cut the ropes with his dagger.

His S/O crumpled into his arms as they lowered them to the ground

He pleaded with them to wake up, and finally, their eyelids lifted under the dirt that was caked into their eyelashes

“I’m sorry… Hector, I just — eugh, wanted to h-help… They knew I c-came from the castle…”

Their eyes closed again, and their head lolled to the side.

He screamed, burying his face in their blood-soaked shirt, searching for a heartbeat, a sign — anything. But it was too late.

He buried them next to the woods by the castle, the grave marker he adorned with flowers.

Everyday after that he’d visit, leaving gifts and bringing some of his pets. He knows his S/O would love their company.

It was late one night when he was plagued with loneliness when he ventured out to the grave.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was digging up the body and carrying it to the forge.

He thought that maybe, he could bring them back to life as he does with animals.

The blue light hovered over the corpse, transforming it. Hector stopped when he saw how his lover’s limbs were twisted, teeth and horns formed on their face.

Hector realized they’d end up just like any other night creature, and he couldn’t stand that.

He put them back in the ground, and retreated into the castle.

Isaac:

Isaac had been looking after his S/O for a while. They were very sick and not getting much better.

It was one of those days where they were stuck in bed, and Isaac decided to stay with them.

He had turned away to get a new washcloth for their forehead, dipping it in cold water.

There was a cough, “Isaac, I just wanted to say that—“ Another cough, “I love you.”

“Don’t say that,” He replied, wringing out the cloth, “You’re not on your deathbed, not yet.”

It was a few days later, when he’d gotten busy with work that one of the guards came to deliver a message.

He was rushed into his S/O’s room, where he found them laying unmoving and deathly pale on the thin mattress.

He made no movement towards the bed. Only once the guards had left did he cradle his lover’s body close, pressing his forehead against theirs.

His S/O’s body was ceremoniously cremated, and their ashes were kept on a table in Isaac’s room; in a simple urn.

He went about his business as usual, but he never looked at the urn. Not once.

“You’re quite good at hiding your grief, you know,” Dracula said to him one night in his study, “But you don’t have to. I know how much you loved them.”

There was a pause, “There is no such thing as love in this world,” Isaac began to walk towards the door. “Oh, but there is, Isaac. It is just ripped away from you in the cruelest of ways… You and I both know that well.”

Isaac retreated to this room and the first thing he did was stand in front of the urn.

This was it. The person that his world revolved around… right here, in this clay jar.

He lifted the lid. They weren’t even a comprehensible being anymore. His lover had been here the whole time, watching him from this table; staring at him with eyes that didn’t exist anymore.

No matter what lies he kept telling himself, he did love them. He braced against the table as if the thoughts were weights pushing down on his head.

And Isaac cried.

(Your tears will only make me stronger)

- Mod Seraph

OH Oh God no

One day that turtle is going to cause mass murder

:: LITTLE STORY

Sooo if any of you didn't follow rqsamy you guys won't know I have a snapping turtle called Raph. So small backstory my dad thought it would be a great idea to buy us a turtle for christmas since my dad knew my brother and I always watched the 2012 version of tmnt everytime we go home from school and thought it was our favorite show, so my dad knew a friend who knew their cousins friend own a turtle which turns out to be a snapping turtle and my mom (who was forced to watch the cartoon with us) named it Raph since it fitted the rough personality of the 2012 version.

The turtle was a menace to the house and wouldn't stop bitting and shitting everywhere and me and my brother are too scared to go near Raph since the thing literally bites us when its outside its bucket (we didnt buy it a tank yet since where a bit poor) So when we did buy it a tank a few months after the tank S H A T T E R E D because Raph wanted to get out. So we decided to move it to the farm my mom owns so we dont have to deal with it again.

Sooo we got some news, and the turtle literally fought the farm cat which ended with the cat getting very injured in the paw, leg, and tail. We had to move the cat inside the farm house now because the turtle took over the outside yard with its big pool. I hate that turtle and its only a matter of time until the thing burns down the farm.

I also have a bad feeling I really really hope they don't fuck up this game because honestly I've recently just gotten into the fandom and into the game and I love this man so I swear to God if they do anything to ruin the characters or to ruin the game at all I'm going to fucking riot

Yep, here it is. Uhm.. the future for last legacy isnt looking great. The arcana and fictif been such a big part of my life these past few years. I cant begin to think about how much of a loss this is for me right now. Ive loved this community a lot, thx for all the memes and late night convos.. this feels like s goodbye from me but im gonna stick around to see where this shitshow leads me. Im definitely missing the good days though.. i dont think it will ever be the same

I'm sorry. I don't have any money right now but I will reblog. So if anyone's reading this, please send money to help them get out of this hellish place. If you have any, please send some. They could use the help.

Hey Beans-

Hey beans, I have a bit of a hellish update. 

Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life. My grandma made a huge fight happen while I was on call with a friend, and things just escalated between me and her so badly I had to leave. When I came back home, my family was also on my ass about it all, despite knowing how she lies and how she instigates. 

She threatened to hit me, she threatened to kill Sammy, she hurled insult after insult at me and this all started because I didn't get up in time to do something she asked (Which was locking the door. I waited three seconds too long and she went off). 

When I came back after trying to let things cool down I was berated and told I had no right to be so “selfish” in the house, so on and so on, and the fight got so intense I had to just physically walk away, leaving the home and going two miles up the road because I did not feel safe. 

They made me so sick I began to pee blood again, as well as my sugar spiking and causing me to have palpitations. My heart cannot take this stress anymore, and neither can my mental health. I wish I could explain how bad the situation was. I had tears down my face, gasping for air, chest heaving and in pain, I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. 

I got in contact with some good friends of mine, who say they can help get me out of not only that home, but the entire state i'm in. But I need money to do so, for travel and gas and so on. As much as they can house me, they need me to pull my weight. 

I hate having to ask for help, I hate that I'm even in this situation, to the point I'm so sick I might have to be seen in the ER or sent to ICU. 

I need to come up with 700 dollars, and I'm willing to do some commissions, but with how sick I am I may take a bit to get back with you. I plan to leave by early June, if not the beginning of July, as that's when my friends are able to drive down and get me. 

Donations are greatly appreciated, even if you can only afford a single dollar, it’ll be more help than you know. 

If you’re wanting a commission, please don't send money and then ask, for your sake and mine. I’m incredibly overwhelmed, and I’ll do my best to get with you and explain rates. 

And if you’re willing to donate anything, here’s my Ko-fi link. 

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Again, I can’t thank you enough for if you donate or even spread this post around, even well wishes mean the world to me because I know you beans care and want to help however you can.

This post was incredibly hard to make, I’m still all over the place and trying to figure everything out, so I apologize if this sounds like rambling and nonsense. There is a silver lining however, as I actually have a way out this time, and I pray I can get out before things can get worse.

-Mommabean