#u-cf

[brainrotisseriechicken]

cant decide on if i hate this or not so unfortunately you guys get this doodle

#scp #scp fanart #illustration #digital art #scp 3999 #researcher talloran #never let my ass near gradient maps bro i am entirely incompetent at using them #these they/thems r getting out of hand #anjir mulut lu gapapa? #also! #if ur attending cf next week lmk! ill hand u a little postcard if u visit my table :3

[spearxwind]

Average freak behavior

Bonus panel:

#windyart #scribble comic #talas #hades #cf #hello. a treat from me to you. a reveal #i hope u enjoy it :] #and happy halloween (again) #challenger deep #cf art

[simelune]

helloooo!!! this room is soooooooo cute <33 i was wondering where i could find the chair with the little bag on it, the flower side table, and the lion hat for cats? thank youuuuu <33

hello, thank you so much!!! that's very kind of you!

the chair is from the 'our little ones' set here, the flower side table is from the 'fairylicious' set here, and the lion hat is from cats and dogs ep!

#sorry but the original link for the fairylicious set is thru curseforge and we dont support cf here! #hope u are having a wonderful day/night friend! enjoy #wcif #schoolghost

[nights-flying-fox]

Sandro posting bc @leo-kinnie updated the catified designs and I had brainrottt

#it is me... #cf!sandro as promised :3 #it took almost 5 hours to finish what #anywaysss #imagine cat u stealinv ur food couldnt be me #rottmnt #rottmnt sandro #nighty arty #dimension hopper leo au #hehe wanted to draw hop bc i think it would be silly

[leo-kinnie]

What would it look like if leo / mikey and don / raph switched mask types. Anyone else think about this.

#miscellaneous post #ALSO that post about ‘’D’’ was none of my mutuals or friends!!! #it was a /general post no neg or pos connotations connected to it #so dw if ur a friend or person i talk to that wasnt abt u NAKDNAKSNSKSNS #BUT ANYWAY i think abt this sometimes #like Don with the other mask type would just look like Cf!Sandro i assume NAKDNSDK #rottmnt #leo rottmnt #raph rottmnt #donnie rottmnt #mikey rottmnt

[hellyeahsickaf]

Reblogs help, the bigger the sample size the better

When I say inexplicably ill I mean with something at least somewhat resembling a virus, stomach bug, cold, or flu lasting over a day without being exposed to someone who was sick. Possibly symptoms like fever, chills, headaches, fatigue, vomiting, nausea, diarrhea, body aches, sore throat, congestion, ear infection, coughing/phlegm, anything of that nature. Feel free to mention any of these you experienced (and anything additional) because that helps too

Mentioned in a previous post I'd make this poll because I've heard anecdotes that many people with ME and/or fibro went through this as a child. I did personally, and if I were to guess I'd say this happened around 3-7 times a year for me. I'd be sick this way for at least 3-8 days at a time. No one around me had been sick nor would they get sick no matter how much they were exposed to me

I'll probably make more polls regarding these illnesses because I've been fixated

#reblog if u can #ok to reply #ok to like #chronic pain #chronic illness #disability #fibromyalgia #cfs #chronic fаtiguе ѕуndrоmе #actually disabled #spoonie #me/cfs #cfs/me #fibro

[definitelynotshouting]

everything i loved and feared (first 1k)

hello scarianblr beloveds this is the unedited very beginning of my completed scarian fic that im posting for the hell of it. fic is 7k rn but that will likely expand after the final draft rewrite<3 so this is just a funky little teaser thats gonna be rewritten anyway, hence why i dont mind sharing.

CWs for: blood, graphic injury, implied character death. Enjoy :]

Grian’s eyes are red now.

It’s an odd color on him– not because it doesn’t suit him, but because it suits him far too well. Like a glove, Scar thinks past the hazy, heady fog settling over his mind. Red like his tattered sweater– like the blood that beads between Scar's neck and shoulder, clouding the water he kneels in. Red like life.

Red like love.

That’s the fog settling thick over his senses. Love, the amalgamation of it, something so beautiful and terrible that anyone else wouldn’t– shouldn’t– look at it head-on. But inside Scar’s chest is a warm purr; he has rolled the die, shown his hand, and now Grian stands over him, vibrating red, red, red. He’s gorgeous like this, all righteous, trembling fury. Scar wants to pull him close and kiss him until they’re both dead.

“You can kill me” he says, and his voice shakes with the cost of this victory. “Grian. You can kill me.”

Above him, an avenging angel falters. Grian’s sword, so swift with its raging swing, lowers by a noticeable fraction. “What? No.”

“For everything you did to me,” Scar says, breathless, “to keep me alive this long– you may slay me, and take the enchanter.” He lowers his head, until his forehead brushes against cool, rippling water. It feels like benediction. It feels like a curse.

Grian will win. It is both the least and most Scar can do for him.

When Grian speaks, his voice is small. “No– no, I can’t. I literally can’t. Scar–”

“Do it,” Scar insists, that eager haze billowing through his veins, unfolding to rest with steady pressure against his bowed spine. Distantly, he wonders why nothing is singing. There should be war horns, trumpets, a blazing, crescendoing melody. Birds, at the very least.

Instead there is only miserable silence.

Grian sucks in an audible breath. “I’m not–” he starts, then breaks off; Scar lifts his head to watch him struggle, how his grip loosens on the hilt of his sword, how his eyes pinch around the edges. Grian flinches, presses his free hand to his head, eyes going middle-distant.

“The spectators want a fight,” he says at last, hollow.

And this is what he's waited for, this moment of realization; the other shoe dropped, the culmination of the game they've waltzed around. Scar smooths his voice, curling it around the two of them with gentle, insistent pressure. “It’s okay, G. You can kill me. You can be the winner.”

For one, long moment, Grian holds his stare, expression flayed open for only Scar to see. Raw and wild, his eyes gleam in the dawning sun– thin strands of hair curl around his ears, damp from their earlier struggle in the pond.

Slow, so slow it’s almost imperceptible, Grian shakes his head. Clenches his jaw. “Scar, they want blood.” Something in his face shifts– some beetled brow, a muscle jumping before smoothing out. He’s shaking: ripples blooming around him as he wavers on his feet, as if adrenaline has finally retracted its claws.

Scar’s shaking too. Even in this, they are together.

Scar opens his mouth– to push, to press, to snap him out of whatever spell holds him in suspension– but Grian beats him to it; his sword lifts from its helpless stance, glittering bright and blue in the sun. His mouth twists, tired affection curling the corners of his lips.

“Scar,” Grian says, “no matter what happens, we can claim this as a double victory. Right?”

The words are a cool caress against his fevered skin. Scar sinks into them, eyes drifting shut– because even now, with victory dancing through his veins, he can’t look Grian in the face when he kills him. “Yes,” he breathes, and braces for the blow, the cut of diamond against his carotid–

It never comes.

Instead, a rush of air as the sword comes down; the sharp, wet schlck of a blade entering flesh; a choked-off, gurgling yelp. Scar’s eyes fly open just as Grian falls to his knees with a splash, and–

And blood is tumbling from his gut in great scarlet waves where his sword is buried, slicking around his hands where he grips the hilt. Grian’s teeth are stained as he grins up at Scar, sharp and feral, eyes alight with more fire than Scar has seen in them since he knelt to die. “You win,” Grian hisses, and shudders, one hand flying out to sink into the silt of the pond they’re both kneeling in. Like a toppling tower, the rest of his body follows suit, falling sideways into bloody water.

The fog clouding his mind is ripped away in one fell swoop. Scar isn’t sure if he screams– all he knows is that one moment Grian is collapsing, and the next Scar is holding him, breath stuttering in his lungs.

“Grian– Grian, no, hang on. Wait, wait, wait, no, no– no, no, no, no. Grian.” His hands find the hilt of Grian’s sword, but make no move to pull it out– that would just kill him faster. It's like he's been punched– the bright, earnest rays of the sun have missed their mark, gilded the wrong death in stunning, flagrant gold. “What are you doing?” he chokes, like that will reverse everything.

Grian was supposed to win. Grian was supposed to be the winner.

“They never said what kind of blood,” Grian says, hazy. His lips wobble. “I can’t– I couldn’t, Scar. I couldn’t kill you.” When he coughs, blood bubbles on his lips. “Sorry.”

“No you’re not,” Scar whispers, fingers shifting to catch in the wet strands of Grian’s hair. “You did that on purpose– Grian, you were supposed to win.”

He’d done everything– cast the die, folded his cards, offered up his life, because Scar knows himself; he could never handle being alone. Not in that emptiness. Maybe it’s selfish, how he’d planned to let Grian take that fall instead– but Scar is selfish. And more than that, he’s in love: awful, truthful, scarlet love, with a man now dying in his arms.

“You weren’t supposed to die,” Scar wails, terror thick in his lungs, despair a weight around his ankle. He leans forward, brushing his forehead against Grian’s, until the trembling puffs of breath from Grian’s lips fan over his own. “Grian– how could you?”

When he pulls back again, Grian grins at him. The sun slips across his face, revealing the pale, faded remnants of freckles scattered over his cheeks. Scar has always wanted to count them. He’s never gotten close enough until now. “Guess I’m just not cut out to be a winner,” he murmurs, one hand lifting to rest, delicate as a butterfly, over Scar’s cheek.

He does not say I love you. He does not say anything at all. Instead he guides Scar’s head down, until their lips brush, the taste of copper flooding Scar’s tongue. Then his hand drops, breath hitching, head lolling back–

Scar wakes up choking on his own desperate scream.

#scarian #goodtimeswithscar #grian #gtws #3rd life #trafficshipping #trafficblr #hermitcraft #mostly for the last line tbh #again sorry for quality this WILL be entirely rewritten #ao3 black tie vs tumblr sweatpants etc etc #thank u to kai in cf for looking at this and telling me its not as bad as i thought it was EJDNSJDJD #a real one ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ mwah mwah #anyway yes this is how the fic Starts #im out here with a metal baseball bat and im swinging #shouting speaks #my snippets #ALSO THATS THE TITLE!! THATS THE OFFICIAL TITLE!!! AAAAAAAA i love love love it im so pleased at how well the song fits the fic #(its from Silver and Gold by City and Colour ftr) #mcyt #txt

[scaredpotter]

hello everyone who's still here. I'm unfortunately very sick and have been for a long time. I've recently made an instagram where I talk about it more openly if you wanna follow.

take care xxx

#if you rb i love u #me/cfs #pwme

[butwhatifidothis]

hmmm, 🔥 about fe3h, but make it something that would actually be one in your specific mutual corner of Tumblr as well, and not just the fandom in general (because that would be too easy)? 👀

Well funnily enough the one hot take I for sure know the majority of my mutuals don't particularly agree with is one I literally just saw one of them say LMAO but I think the monastery is not NEARLYYYYYY as bad as people try to make it out to be. I never once found it to be tedious and I loved running around talking to all the NPCs loitering about the place, and call me an omega nerd but dammit I liked reading the shit in the libraries 😭😭😭

#ask #anon #ask meme #when i first played through 3H i never fast-traveled in the monastery so i really got to feel as though i was IN Garreg Mach #since i was always physically moving around in it and seeing all the nooks and crannies and trying my best to see every building i could #so i was actually sad to see it destroyed and happy to see NPCs rebuilding it in the background in the war phase #and seeing some of the characters talk about rebuilding it to its former glory is great! (luv u non-CF Ignatz <3) #plus the academy phase music is so good 😭😭😭 it's so upbeat and cheerful #and the bell chime is the Fire Emblem theme like!! that's so charming how can you not love it

[synnthamonsugar]

New reactionary discourse is that childfree straight or f/m couples might as well be gay. What did I tell you. What did I tell you that relationships that aren't "one cis heterosexual man one cis heterosexual woman married in the church & producing as many children as possible" are suspect in the eyes of these freaks? This includes "no relationship at all".

#ofc they don't like gay people or gay sex but you're a fucking moron if you think that's where it starts or ends. #they don't like cf het couples. they don't like disabled couples. poly relationships (obviously). parents who plan their number of kids. #they don't like happily single ppl. ace or aro people. if you think that conservatives are ok with u because you aren't gay lol! lmao even #synnthposting #irl stuff

[cannabisbutch]

More am i a freak or is this normal and no one talks abt it polls

#juniper.txt #polls #dreams #sleep #chronic fatigue #(u dont need CF to answer i just want their input especially)

[rars]

starting off my day with a bang (really bad abdominal pain)

#cf talk #u know it's gonna be a Day when this happens to u!

[spearxwind]

Their slider of wanting to punch each other unconscious and wanting to kiss is a circle

#windyart #shitpost #scribble comic #i guess it counts #cf #cf art #talas #hades #i really like these guys can you tell. i think theyre funny as fuck #the closer together they are the dumber they behave #ok this is the last of the eels i drew today thank you for stickin around and thank u for looking. i love these guys so much

[dykefaggotry]

I love chronic fatigue it's just. does literally anything at all. needs to lie down for many hours. often even just sitting in the living room watching tv is too much energy.

#I can't even watch gossip girl in peace 😭 #there's rlly no solution either huh :/ #I don't have a diagnosis of cfs but I'm like 99% sure that's what it is and has been for years #most likely cause being lyme disease from when I was a kid which sucks but like. what can u do #I've just always been this tired and it's hard to articulate. everything is just draining always

[achilleslyre]

how do ppl even survive…

#i am having such a struggle moment…… #i feel pathetic cause i literally only work part time but this is so hard #i srsly need to get a diagnosis for whatever my fatigue issue is… #i thought this was normal for the longest time but i’ve had three different ppl completely out of the blue be like ‘do u have cfs?’ #like shit man. idk. #whatever the fatigue issue is it’s just killing me.. i’m having such a difficult time 😭😭 #jitter bugs u

[dykeinthedark]

PEOPLE THINK I'M BISEXUAL IRL APPARENTLY. CRIED.

#I LOVE U BISEXUALS BUT I AM NOT ONE OF U. I AM A ''LESBO''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #sorry this makes me really upset. put a poll on my cf story and all my irls said i seemed bisexual what if i died #like they know i like women but i feel like a lot of people can't conceive of a model of that which doesn't include men. idk. #i feel like still i could talk about guys 0 time and people will still assume liking men is the default. it's so joever. #lesbian blues fr... valentines day is a cruel and evil day