#( preparation thread )

[cauldron-burn-and-fire-bubble]

fuck with me

[sysig]

Spooning..... (Patreon)

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 18 - Legacy

"This legacy I've inherited; these remnants of your Oblivion..."

[s0fter-sin]

remember my vampire au where they can only drink the same blood type they were before they were turned? and how i kind of glossed over how ghost escaped roba’s starvation pit?

(cw gore)

he uses his anger and desire for vengeance to distract from the bloodthirst; holds the wretched heat of them close to keep his will strong enough to withstand the urge to feed from the toxic humans roba torments him with, dotted around his bar-less prison like a mocking, poisoned banquet before the destitute

the venom in his fangs turns on him, eating away at his gums and working into his calcified veins; desperately searching for safe blood, for an end to this slow death. it drips from his slack mouth, burning away his lips after melting the sinew in his jaw to the point that he can’t close his mouth anymore; his flat, human teeth loose and falling out by the day with nothing to hold them to his porous jaw

even then, ghost doesn’t waver

until finally, enough time passes that roba's underlings deem him weakened to the point of harmlessness

they get sloppy when they dump the carcasses into the pit; getting closer and closer to the edge and paying less and less attention to the starved, melting vampire left amongst the decomposition

they don't see the body ghost sequestered away; one of the first, festered and putrid, hidden under the ever growing pile and left to be forgotten

they don't see the calculating edge in his eye as he watches its flesh rot and soften; waving it off as longing, as hunger as he looks into eyes melting from their sockets

they don't see ghost sink his fingers into the rotting caverns, giving him the perfect grip to rock the head back and forth as he stares at the hand-dug dirt walls of his prison. ceaseless, repetitive movements, bone grinding on bone, muscle tearing from flesh as he slowly rips the skull free from its spine

they don't see ghost rear back and, using all the hatred and loathing he's let build in the long weeks of his hollow imprisonment, throw it at the vampire about to drop another caustic human on him; striking him in the head and tipping him off balance so he falls...

directly into ghost's waiting arms and starved fangs

[pastafossa]

Me: (goes to witchy meetup where we all bring oracle and tarot decks)

Me: (draws from someone else's deck)

Me: well fuck if that ain't a TRT coded reading. Jesus

[karizipan]

🦐🦐🦐

[nanyoky]

Happy Circle of Needle and Thread finale week to all my mentally unwell friends, please enjoy one of my favorite cr series of facial expressions from the last time these three made me cry as tribute to the hawrrahs <3

[michyeosseo]

While I am thankful for your thoughtfulness, I should not dress in these beautiful clothes like I did today.

Honey Lee and Yoon Sa Bong as JO YEO-HWA & JANG SO-WOON

KNIGHT FLOWER (2024) 1.01, 1.02

[itspileofgoodthings]

I am legitimately so proud of all I have done in teaching this week.

[petitsdieu]

they have comics/graphic novels for dune & star wars ... so this gives me the ammo to do comic-ify edits for whatever i want.

[isa-ah]

i love randomly watching youtube videos little old ladies make about sewing bc every single time theyll offhand say something like that comic thats like "the common person knows xyz, and ofc abc" and im like its WHAT???

[herenvibing]

cr3 is gonna end and the pc’s still feel like the same people to me :|

(crcritical content in the tags feel free to skip)

[mabaris]

i am just being picky here but i feel like i keep seeing a reticence to create new things, not just in the fact that most npcs are cameos and the fact that a lot of the worldbuilding we know is just getting reframed, but also in the little things.

i think about it every time i look at the lighthouse monuments. “the warrior: a paragon who was the first woman in the warrior caste” and no one came up with a name?? same with the book bellara’s writing where the main character is just called “the hero.” idk man, i like getting details for shit that doesn’t matter

[revcnqe]

「 Open starter 」

Es war ein herrlicher Tag in NYC, wolkenloser Himmel und strahlender Sonnenschein überm geschäftigen Big Apple. Die großen Bildschirme an den Hochhäuserfronten spielten zwischen der üblichen Werbung einen Warnhinweis über eine lokale Hitzewelle ein. "Trinkt Liquid Death flavored sparkling water.", The Deeps überlebensgroße Visage beglückte sogleich die Passanten im Umfeld. Butcher kam gerade aus einem kleinen Shop als der Clip lief, er blieb sogar stehen und tat sich das Elend an. "Dummer Fischficker", knurrte er in seinen Bart. "Jemand sollte mal bei PETA anrufen." Sein Wagen, ein alter klobiger Caddy aus den 80er Jahren, in mattem grau, parkte ein paar Schritte weiter die Straße runter. Er hatte sich aus dem Laden alles besorgt was man als aufrichtiger Bürger so brauchte: Bleiche, Gummihandschuhe, ein paar dünne Schläuche, Batterien, eine Gartenschere und ein paar andere Dinge. Dazu einen großen Coffee to-go, er hatte einen langen Tag vor sich. Zur selben Zeit gab es ganz in der Nähe einen kleinen Tumult zu beobachten. Jemand lief in leichter Panik oder zumindest in großer Eile den Gehweg entlang und rempelte dabei Leute an. "Hey, hast du keine Augen im Kopf?!", pöbelte jemand. Die Person probierte unterdessen nacheinander die Türen der parkenden Autos aus. Endlich! Dieser graue Caddy war nicht abgeschlossen. Er oder sie sah sich nervös nach hinten um und stieg einfach in das fremde Fahrzeug ein, das wäre tausendmal besser als auf offener Straße zu bleiben. Kurz darauf kam Butcher zu seinem Wagen zurück, öffnete die Beifahrertür, mit der Absicht seinen Kram auf den Sitz zu werfen aber der Platz war besetzt. "Oi…!?" Ihre Blicke trafen sich, offensichtlich beide irritiert. Allerdings verlor er wegen sowas nicht so schnell die Nerven, seelenruhig schlug er die Tür wieder zu und verfrachtete seine Tüten auf der Rückbank, bevor er hintenrum zur Fahrerseite ging und einstieg. Dann wandte er sich seinem unverhofften Fahrgast oder was auch immer zu. "Wer bist du und was zum Teufel machst du auf meinem Beifahrersitz?"

[apocketfullofdnd]

Okay possible unpopular opinion? thought? curiosity? something here lol

I'm relatively new to the religious lore so there's fair chance I'm missing things, but the potential of the Vax / Raven Queen pairing seems a little... Don't get me wrong, I cried my eyes out at every stage of the end, but does no one else feel like Vax's story was equal parts tragedy and ascension?

Idk, the final deal he makes with her is laced with sadness for sure, but also with... potential? Loneliness? I don't even mean it in a ship way. There's just this element of melancholy companionship and comfort that's so intriguing to me. Vax who just SEES the people in his orbit and cares so deeply about them, who has come to terms with and learned to appreciate her purpose, finding his place at her side, while she's an even more solitary figure, shadowed and mysterious, but also profoundly purposed and caring in her own way. An outsider, even in the midst of everything, literally all the time. Parallels. Parallels in their stories. Parallels in their character details. There's something so Hades and Persephone about the overarching image of the two of them, but with all the details twisted toward different themes. Or maybe the same themes, ancient or modern. I don't know.

Again, it's not even a ship thing. I'm just... Thoughts. Open-ended thoughts. Idk.

[of-wine-and-blood]

a lot has changed since lest had last seen mel medarda but as the vastaya walked inside the room, her digitigrade feet softly clicking on the floor, things felt more or less familiar to her. except mel herself, which mattered the most, she supposed. another reason why the other woman was leaving soon, and lest was grateful that she decided to call her here—though if not, the vastaya would turn up at the port tomorrow, nevertheless. because mel didn't deserve to hurt alone. with the kind of pain that lest ( despite being a healer ) couldn't help her with. still, there was something she could do. ❝i know you're hurting. and i can't fix that. but i can refuse to let you hurt alone.❞

her eyes scanned the room as she walked to her seat, the scent of wine in mel's hand filling up her nostrils. noxian port? mel must really be trying hard to reconnect with her roots if she was drinking that… when @ascensionism began to speak, lest didn't interrupt her, not even when her words trailed off or her voice became slightly slurred. she listened intently, the tip of her tail twitching slightly. she was good at listening. a longer pause came and lest finally opened her mouth, her slender hand reaching for mel's one but at the same time mel's hands already came up to her face. lest retracted her own, pretending to puff her coat instead. ❝you called,❞ she simply replied. ❝and i'm glad i can be of help, however small that help might be.❞

upon mel's last words, lest blinked—once, twice—as if she couldn't believe them. ❝is that... is that an offer to travel to noxus with you?❞ her tone was hesitant. lest was good at observation but maybe she read the interaction wrong. not like she had anything much holding her down in piltover. and she wanted to help mel. but that wasn't the problem. ❝am i the right person for it? i mean... will i be of use to you there?❞ a pragmatic question but she didn't really want to dive into the emotional aspect of that matter.