#antimed

[xeno6277]

If you cannot aknolwege that meds can fuck up you're brain and body perminatly I don't want to hear anything you have to say for them.

[zarnzarn]

lamb who kills the one who waits when the time comes to decide, furious and betrayed at being asked to lay down their life after everything they'd done, after-

they kill him, and don't stop to see what happens to the body, carried away by their celebrating followers. They rejoice the whole day, of a final victory against evil, riling each other up to the heights of joy and mania until late in the night.

And then Lamb goes to bed and blows out the lamp and the their decision finally sinks in.

what have they done.

they wake the next day trembling from forgotten nightmares, overheating as they make their way through the day's chores, blank-faced and numb. the call to sermon is waved off in face of a headache, as they try not to think about how much of what they preach no longer is relevant.

the week passes in a haze- they unthinkingly leave offerings in the wooden chest until they rot in the summer noon; call out the rituals in Narinder's language and pretend the power isn't fainter than usual, go on a crusade to get their mind off things- except the last is the worst of it all, because the crown's eye is pale pink, pupil fat with power, instead of the crimson cat-eye that Lamb is used to, and there's no getting away from the fact on how silent it is when no one is watching behind it.

how silent it is because no one is there.

yet somehow worse still is-

"hope you feel better soon, leader!" a younger follower says, tucking a camelia into their wool. they know they've been distant lately, avoiding worries left right and centre. "praise the one! he'll make everything alright."

it's like a hammer to the chest, leaving them breathless and stunned, to realise- they never commissioned a statue of Narinder, after all these years. so stubborn in only leaving the crimson eye scratched around the cult grounds as his symbol until he found an artist worthy of Lamb sharing the image of the god of death, that-

no one else except the lamb knew what narinder looked like. they had no idea whose defeat they'd celebrated.

no one but Lamb remembers their god.

..

it gets harder after that.

Lamb isn't sure how many people have left the cult by the time the Mystic Seller's demand comes through, to save what's left of the Bishops from endless purgatory, before their violent shadows disrupted the fabric of the four realms.

They stare, speechless and disbelieving, at the outrageous ask, before it suddenly sinks in that-

The bishops.

The bishops.

They run through the lands once more with eagerness, sword slashing harder each time, ruthless and relentless in their kills. They reconquer Leshy and Heket brutally, curtly setting out the terms when they are diminished back to mortal and forced to stay in the cult. They agree, and agree to keeping their peace as well when Kallamar and Shamura join them, surrounded by a cult that's flourishing once more, waiting eagerly for a familiar stranger. Lamb tells stories around the fire about The One Who Waits, watches the smiles on their followers' faces reappear, the ones who had fled their anger and depression slowly making their way back to the flock, and the cult grows back to its full potential once more.

And then Lamb runs up the stairs when it's all ready and beautiful and welcoming, beams at the Seller as they wait for their instructions.

The Seller frowns. "Yes?"

Lamb tilts their head, rusted bell on their neck tinkling. It had broken the day after Narinder's defeat, the collar finally fluttering to the ground in tatters like a cloth of eighty years should; but Lamb had repaired and maintained and polished it until it wrapped proud around their neck once again. Their heart is beating in their chest, excitement running through their veins. They'd forgotten how it felt to be on the cusp of going to meet the One Who Waits.

"The last bishop still remains," They laugh, joy spreading through them. "I have to go get him too, yes? For the good of the universe and all."

The Mystic Seller... is silent.

"Narinder was not a Bishop," It says finally. Lamb's smile drops. "The Three-Eyed Cat had completed his ascension when he mastered the resurrection ritual. He was a God."

Lamb's heart drops to their stomach, stumbling like they've taken a hit. "What? So what? Can't I bring him back?"

The Mystic Seller tilts their head. "No."

"What do you mean no?" Lamb's nostrils flare, red crown sparking as they take a step closer. "I brought all those others back, why can't I-"

"They were the pillars of the very order of the world-"

"They were fucking MONSTERS!" Lamb shouts. "And what, death isn't?"

"It is," The Seller says, unaffected by the screaming. "But you are the Bishop of Death now. The cycle has begun again."

Lamb feels like they've taken an arrow to the chest. They stumble forward, and then to their knees. "No," they whimper. "There has- has to be some way to bring him back."

The Mystic Seller stares at them. "You were the one to kill him," They point out, and Lamb feels bile rise in their mouth as their breathing gets faster. "Why would you want him back? A thriving cult, an usurped crown, his spells in your hand-"

"Shut up," Lamb hisses.

"-you have all the power you could ever want, little sheep. Your revenge against the murder of your people."

"He wasn't the one to do it!" They shout up at the Seller, despite the hypocrisy- it had been part of their thoughts when they'd raised the axe again and again and again; the resentment of if it wasn't for you-

"No, no, no, no, no," They whimper, holding onto their biceps and shaking. "Narinder."

It is the first time they have said his name in five years. That realization is what makes the tears finally fall.

Their throat is hoarse when they finish, eyes swollen and blood pooled around them, skin already healing back to perfection where they had clawed through. The Mystic Seller stares at them and sways, silent.

"No," The Lamb finally says, and gets up, determined. Walks past the Seller, to the door behind, leading to the Gateway.

They wonder how they never realized. Or maybe they did, and were just lying to themselves that they didn't.

Lamb reaches the crater, with the rusted chains and wooden crucifixes rising out from the fog around it and comes to a halt.

Narinder is exactly where they left him.

Bones only now. Blackened by all the rituals he performed, he'd told them once; perfectly placed, like he had just fallen.

Lamb still has the ointment they made with their first cult sitting in the back of their cupboard, back when they were naive enough to think it would only take months. Ointment spelled to help grow back the fur on his rotting arms, worn to nothing by a thousand years of pulling at the chains and them tightening on him every time he moved in response.

The skull could be anyone's, now.

Two ribs are broken, where Lamb's axe went through. Straight to the heart.

Lamb exhales and shakily kneels to the ground, lowering himself to Narinder's side, careful to not dislodge a single bone out of place, and molds their body around the skeleton in a perverse mockery of a lover's embrace. Violently, abruptly, they want that, so much it burns- Narinder's arms holding the close one last time. It feels unbearable, to have- to have him lowered to meet Lamb at his level, to have him attainable instead of a towering, unreachable, terrible eldritch horror, and for him to be dead.

Oh, Lamb thinks, shaking as tears form in their eyes. Oh, I loved you. I love you.

"Darling," They choke out, tracing one cheekbone. "My baby. My one. My death. Come back, will you?"

Narinder opens his eyes and shoots them an unimpressed look. Lamb sobs, shoulders heaving, gasping as claws embed themselves in their throat- whole, complete, strong, paw soft as a cloud, faint markings on the fur Lamb never knew he had now drenched with blood.

They laugh, smiling through the tears as they push forward into the claws, flesh ripping and tearing as they push their mouth closer to Narinder's.

"I am sorry," They whisper. Narinder growls. "i love you."

"Traitor-"

"Fuck the crown," Lamb breathes back, moving to straddle Narinder to interrupt him, keeping the weight on their own knees to not damage his healing ribs. His claws are still in their throat, tangled in their stitches. "Fuck the power. Fuck the cult. Fuck religion. I only ever wanted you."

Narinder stills, looking up at them with sharp eyes. Lamb laughs around his beloved's fingers. "I only ever want you. What is life without you, Antim?"

Narinder studies them. Lamb waits, bloodied and grinning, patiently waiting, smitten to have those beautiful trifecta eyes upon them once more.

"I promised you," They whisper. "I promised to break you out of here. Let me, my one. My only one, who has waited so long."

Narinder takes a breath, tilting his chin down and then up. His claws twitch in Lamb's vocal chords, drawing them down closer to him.

Lamb whoops in joy and reaches up to toss the crown to the side, fitting their hooves to the last chain wrapped around Narinder's neck, binding him still to the Gateway, and splinters it into a thousand pieces, never to hold anyone ever again.

"Come," The Lamb whispers finally, moving back and gathering their lover up in their arms, still pressing their mouths together. "Let me take you home, Narinder. Mere jaan. Meri mrityu. My one."

Narinder sighs and buries his face in the crook of Lamb's neck as they start to walk away. "Turn back around, idiot. We cannot leave without the damned crown. And I am picking out the wedding decorations."

"Of course, my love," Lamb coos, and leans in again to kiss their greatest mistake.

[dark-cynder49]

I told y’all I’m animating a Smiling Critters Dark Adoption thing…

Imma give you guys a little preview as a treat! ^^

[undeadfvckgirl-base]

okay okay murder drones analog horror but through the works and videos body cams of the WDF so it starts off normal with an intake brief on responsibilities as a WDF member like building doors and standing guard and cracks a few jokes but by the next time it's incident reports of odd behavior and the disappearances from Doll with the prom but that's not out of the ordinary for us as fans but then it truly gets weird with a body cam video of a worker drone performing a check up on a drone who hasn't been seen in weeks but the video takes a stupidly dark turn as it verges off from normal solver ideas to "something is wrong" and the feed cuts suddenly only for the next one to be an emergency broadcast warning of something but it's so vague you can't quite understand what it's talking about until it's revealed the solver has evolved and mutated itself into something completely different and horrific and it is now Inside.

[bizzyboyfriends]

Sorry for the lack of art lately, Ik I don't have to post like daily but just wanted to say the only reason I haven't is holidays been keeping me busy and when I do have free time, me and my friends have been playing videogames a lot lately. Kinda been in the game zone and keep forgetting Trying to get more art out asap!! Also keep wanting to make more s/i's for media I enjoy. Idk if other's enjoy doing that but I love it.

[dyanamic]

Discover the inspiring journey of Antim Panghal, the young wrestling sensation making India proud on the global stage with her remarkable achievements and determination.

[kingcunny]

the oportunity of this conquest show to show us balerion in all its glory and his personality and what he searched in his riders so we can guess what his bond with vis was

i actually really dislike that lol. i like the fact that we only ever see balerion dead, his skull on display. i like balerion being mystical and unknown. it aids to the godlike imagery of him. (same reason why i kinda dislike getting to know aegon i. him being secretive so we dont really know anything about him is fun imo) and is a perfect metaphor for the targaryens. clinging to the bones of a long dead empire (and after the dance the power they once held). and for what? we know in valyria the targaryens were only a minor house. that they really werent all that powerful.

ill answer my own hypothetical. because they dont know how to create anything new. they were saved from the doom only to doom themselves because they dont know how to change. so they cling to the bloated corpse of valyria, they put the bones of balerion, the last proof of the thing they once were, on display. are they trying to convince everyone else or themselves?

[wyked-original-writing]

A siren's healing kiss

Alex stared out at the sea that surrounded the Isle he was on. The vanishing one that Nyx had tied him to. It was important that someone was here although he wished that his skin hadn't had to melt off his bones and grow anew to do it. He trusted the spirit who had visited saying that his happiness was on the Isle. But he was beginning to wonder as it had been over a month and he was alone here as far as he could tell. He had begun to fix up the temples out of sheer boredom. He could fish again but he didn't much care for the taste now that he was a fae but perhaps he could bribe the cats closer as they would make a good companion.

His eyes landed on something different, there was something in the water. Something he felt compelled to investigate. He walked towards the water mindlessly pausing at the shoreline to the Bioluminescence Sea. Something made him pause but he didn't know what it was, he wanted to continue forward into the sea. He noticed the darkened scales first. Before he felt something he couldn't explain looking at it. It felt like he had found home. Home he didn't know how to explain what it was he was feeling. The feeling was strong enough to lure him closer..the water brushing against his toes with every ebb and flow of the ocean. He wondered if it was one of the Merfolk but something about that didn't make sense to him.

The creature drew closer and he heard its voice, it called to him and he knew then it was a siren but not just any siren. The one the gods had chosen for him. It was his mate, the thought was distressing as it would never work; sirens were not sane; they feasted on anything they could lure in. The unwitting song drew him in..he didn't think the siren had spotted him yet. He wanted to run but his limbs were locked in place as he watched it play within the waves.

It drew closer and he gave into the song taking a step into the water forgetting why he had paused. The connection to the isle only extended to the creeks and rivers not the ocean. The pain of the virus hit him all at once, taking him to his knees as it felt like his skin was melting off once again. He wouldn't put it past the cursed gods to do that to him. After all, they had given him a siren for a bondmate. His face crashing into the waves was the last thing he remembered.

His eyes snapped open when he felt cold lips touching his, it brought a feeling of peace and something else to him as it blocked the pain. They drifted shut on their own Accord as his hand shot out to pull whoever it was closer to him. The lips felt divine. It felt like coming home. The sand digging into his back told him that they were on the shore line again which made his eyes open to see those same darkened scales. The siren's lips were on his he glanced up to see shining blue eyes staring down at him. Its eyebrows furrowed before it pulled away.

“Easy, I mean you no harm. I'm Antim.”

Alex stared at it in surprise for a few moments before he remembered his manors and said, “I am Alex although I'm new to the whole fae thing…started out human.”

“That would explain why you are bound here, you shouldn't have stepped into the ocean. I apologize if my song was the cause but I healed the damage done.” Antim softly said.

Alex tilted his head and asked. “How are you sane and not trying to feed?”

“My family line remained untainted by the genetic mutation but I am the last of the family. I am the last untainted siren.”

[wackulart]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

REDRAW OF AN ANIMATIC I NEVER MADE JDKFNXGM

[magic-coffee]

I will never get tired of defending Draupadi when I die and I'm about to be crucified and I fucking hear someone blaming Draupadi you bet I'm coming back to bite his head off

[a-greatpers0n]

FUCK ANIMATING

I was working on a gregstophe anitmatic but I CANT my hands hurt but here’s a Josh thing I am never ever going to finish maybe I’ll psot the unfinished gregstophe thing on here idk

[runawaywhorses]

Shelia Antim at the 2024 BAFTAS

[insightfultake]

[rudyroth79]

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[ladyteldra]

In which I have five new medications this year that keep my heart working.

It doesn't matter if it's physical or mental. Medications were made to help. Don't make the researchers who poured countless hours into the development and safety of the meds sad.

I look at ppl who are "anti medication" the same way i look at anti vaxxers tbh.