#getting rid of dead things

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

someone should really take free canva/pixabay away from me because I have at least five manuscripts in my google drive and only one cover concept that definitely cannot be accomplished with canva (R.I.P. to my beloved scifi/rom-com dragons v. aliens under a dystopian dome trilogy & my hotel for monsters murder mystery, you'll have to wait for an actual illustrator). I already have three alternate covers for my coming-of-age sapphic rivals to-lovers novel, four alternatives for my literary fiction novel, and five alternatives for my sapphic enemies-to-lovers fantasy novel. AND I JUST GOT MY HANDS ON IT TODAY. Like, feast your eyes on the bullshit my hands have created (some of which is decent, some of which is hot garbage, and some of which I'm genuinely in love with):

[paxopalotls]

The fanfictions are infecting me with brainrot oh my god have some au doodles before I explode

[bluerosefox]

Little Marriage Demands

Just had a funny idea I wanna share.

Deaged!Dani/Ellie and Dan! Princess and Prince of the Infinite Realms! Ghost King/Mom Danny! Maybe Dead on Main?

Jason stared at the determined frown on the toddler that stood in front of him. Hands on her hips and if she was actually on the floor, because she was floating a few feet off, her stance in that 'I am standing my ground' way children did when they were demanding something in a huff.

She had long white hair in a pony tail that whisped upwards like gravity was a option and glowing, almost Lazarus green but more cleaner? Neon? Compared to the pits. She was dressed as a little royal princess, complete with a tiny crown made of twinkling stars and ice crystals that were floating in a tiny aurora boleros.

Next to her, in a baby roller was an equally similar looking baby, only male from the tiny royal outfit he wore, and who also had an floating crown above its head only even smaller than the girls. The baby also had a blanket that looked it had been plucked from the galaxies itself in his tiny hands. The baby was no doubt grumpy from the pout and glaring eyes it was giving him.

"Come again?" Jason asked, trying to make heads and tails of what he was just... demanded of?

The girl took in a deep breath, huffing, and looked so freaking annoyed that she had to repeat herself, as if Jason was the one making things difficult to begin with.

"We needs yous to marries Mama so the Eyeballs stops bullying Mama to 'gets a ghost consorty!' Mama keeps beatings theirs off but its annoyings cause Mama can't plays with us anymores nows!" the girl said, her young age showing strong from the way she spoke in the way toddlers did. The baby in the walker seemed to agree with her annoyance at not being able to play with their Mama cause he gave a grumpy noise in agreement "Clockpa saids if they keeps doings this they do something baddy bad to us to try to make Mama dos as they say and Mama is gonna gets really mads and do really bads to ummm the.... multi... multiver-vers-? To alls the worlds! everythings everywhere!"

Jason took a deep breath at that tad bit of information.

What the fuck!?

The girl kept going, not caring about Jason's mental freak out.

"Sooo Clockpa, Auntie Pan, Uncie Frosty, and Auntie Gothy alls gots together to talks and they'd talked abouts yous becoming Mama's futures constory causes yous well liked bys everyones for helpings somes moves on and stoppings bads people from doing bads anymore! ANDS you are good with kids! And and re-re...respectful to peoples with Mama problems!" The girl, who had when she first showed up in his safe house and said her name was Princess Ellie, future Fright Knight and Explorer of the Infinite Realms or tried to say with her toddler speak. "Theys says yous were at the tops of the list and to maybes push yous to meets buts its takes too longgggggggggggg..."

Ellie stretched the long word out, showing just how much patience children at her age had. The baby seemed to agree with that as well when he made baby gurgle sounds and threw its tiny fists in the air.

"So's me and Dan want-teds to make it goes fasters!" Ellie said as she moved her hands from her hips and crossed her arms and floated higher up as she stared at Jason's face with a smug look of 'I'm so smart with this idea' "We sneaked offs and founds you! Nows all yous gotta do is marries Mama and the Eyeballs wills stop bullying us and leaves us alone!!"

Yeah... Jason needed to go to the cave and make sure he wasn't doused with something... Cause this was insane.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Unrequited

@wolfstarmicrofic February 10, word count 491

Sirius was running full pelt down the fourth-floor corridor. He’d had a group of girls on his tail all day. McGonagall had announced that the next Hogsmeade trip would coincide with Valentine’s Day, and every girl in the castle, it seemed, was determined to ask him to take her on a date that day.  

He could hear their excited voices and shoes tapping on the stone floor as they followed after him. 

“Oh, hey, Sirius.” A sweet fifth year from Hufflepuff appeared from around the next corner. “I was wondering…”

“Sorry, very important Marauders business,” He panted as he ran past her. “Talk to you later.” He barely heard her reply of “Oh, okay, bye, Sirius” as he rounded another corner and clattered straight into Remus. 

“Oh, Moony, thank Godric it’s you. You have to help me; the girls have gone mad!” 

“Hi, Asher,” Remus waved at the little Hufflepuff who’d walked back the way she’d come and stopped when she’d seen them tangled on the floor. 

“Remus. Get. Me. Out. Off. Here!” He growled, and Remus’s eyes sparkled with mischief. 

“Should I tell her her love is unrequited, or do you want to do it?” He snickered. Sirius jabbed him in the ribs. 

“Don’t be a prat.” The sound of fast-approaching footsteps put Sirius’s teeth on edge. At least ten girls came around the corner. 

“Sirius!” They all said in unison. 

“Oh, this is just getting better.” Remus clapped his hands gleefully. 

“Shut it, Moony,” Sirius hissed. The girls began approaching them, blocking off half the corridor. He needed them to leave him alone. But what would make them stop asking him? Remus’s leg shifted as he tried to untangle himself from Sirius. Yes! That was it!

Sirius reached out and grabbed the front of Remus’s robes, dragging him close and kissed him enthusiastically. “Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to knock you over. Are you alright?” He asked sweetly. He heard a few grumbles from the assembled girls, and then they began to slowly disperse. 

“Bye, Remus, bye, Sirius,” Emily waved at them. 

“Bye, Emily,” they said together. 

When the last girl disappeared around the corner, Sirius turned back to face Remus.

“Twat,” Remus breathed and pulled him in for another kiss. 

“Well, they had to know I had a boyfriend, or you might get jealous when that gang tripled in size before Valentine’s Day.” Sirius stood up and held his hand out for Remus.

“You know, that’s going to spread like wildfire,” Remus told him as he accepted Sirius’s help and pulled himself to his feet. 

“So what? I’m sick of hiding how much I love you. It’s time for us to have a little fun.” He grinned up at Remus, a weight lifting from his chest. No more hiding. 

“Yes, dear,” Remus chuckled, swooping down to steal a kiss before they walked hand in hand down to the quidditch pitch to watch James whip his team into shape. 

[idliketobeatree]

big sad in the chat, edwin said "binding spell. one of my tricks :)" and he wasn't lying. it was just the one, then he proceeded to never use another spell ever again, even strapped to esther's table he asked niko to get the string out of his pocket and tried to utilise it as, what? a lockpick? huge loss for the community we didn't get more edwin using spells but also boy. you called it a magic leash to the cat king's face, what made you master this one in particu

[dykedvonte]

Jimmy killing himself because he knows he is incapable of living an life without Curly and knows that in the miracle chance they were found and saved they would not let him have contact with Curly and he hates the idea he'd actually have to take responsibility.

Even if he lied, its only a matter of time before Curly is capable of showing or telling what a monster he really is, no matter what delusions tell Jimmy Curly would never do that to him.

He understands that he was the monster in everyone's worse moments but refused to accept that at the end. So he made sure that he died without the possibility of it being actualized as he's the only one that saw death as an escape rather than a release. Jimmy truly didn't believe Curly had anything to escape from even after everything and let him have what he perceived as glory as the sole survivor and thus Captain of the Tulpar.

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

Thank you Noa

[astro-can]

When someone asks me what I’m scared of and I can’t say “the fear of losing my family in a freak car/plane/vehicle accident after having a fight with them so my last words to them wasn’t ‘I love you’ but it was a scathing remark about their behaviour and then never ever seeing them again” so instead I just say “spiders”

[joinmeinjoy]

Very interesting to me that Abigail preferred Hannibal over Will, but Will had an emotional connection to her that Hannibal didn't - or at least not to the same extent.

I think maybe one day he could've found a stronger bond considering she had also killed and eaten people, but during the series she's really just a tool. Hannibal uses her to like... babytrap Will. And tbf it worked, Will didn't tell Jack what he knew when he discovered Abigail murdered that guy - if he was willing to cover for her, maybe eventually he'd cover for Hannibal too, the 3 of them too intrinsically tied for him to separate, I mean that's the trapping part. But she was just a means to an end, a relationship Hannibal nurtured for his own gain with Will....whereas Will really did view her as his daughter.

Very interesting to me...off-put by Will (especially towards the end of s1), but he had the most vested interest in her well-being out of the pair...

[astroreoreoreoreoreoreoreo]

not fair how much i relate to fugo's brothers. what if you were just not good enough no matter how hard you tried. what if all you want is to be human but they will only see you as a saint or a satan. And if you're the saint you know the second you mess up you'll be scorned forever, just like the rest of them. And if you're the satan you know you're driving yourself to your doom but you can't help it, you need them to look at you one more time, even if it's in disgust. Please don't forget about me. Please don't push me away.

I was just a kid too. I just wanted to be loved too. I am not a monster.

Thinking about how much they probably envied each other makes me crazy. Oh look how free affogato is. Misbehaving and still getting rewarded for it because no one expects any better from him. If only i was able to be as reckless and impulsive as he is. If only all these eyes weren't on me, if only I didn't have to be perfect to make up for the mistakes of my brothers. If only he was the one trapped under this burden instead of me.

Oh look how perfect Alfredo is. Getting all the adoration and attention when I'm killing myself for an ounce of it. Must be easy from up there, where people don't go quiet when you enter the room, where they don't whisper about you when you turn your back, saying what wasted potential you are. I bet he hates me just like they do. I bet he's just another face looking down on me now.

they make me so crazy

[twitterdotcom]

Im sorry but the writers did not show Ed cleaning things up after he shot Izzy as a parallel when he started cleaning up after Stede left him so people could still say that he was healing and actually fine in s1ep10

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Prison labor as a legal excuse for slavery is abhorrent, but if you think abolishing chattel slavery was a waste of time or “nothing good happened” because prison labor exists you are SEVERELY underestimating just how evil chattel slavery was.

[dark-side-blog3]

You ever think about how the effects on the body that Purple Haze's virus has can lead to over a ton of body horror imagery in a Pannacotta Fugo route?

I do indeed.

++++++++++++++

While Fugo is very fearful of his stand, and he tries his best to keep it repressed, he does have moments even he can't get out of without its help. He tries to avoid those moments as much as possible, as the rabid apparition could kill its owner easily; Fugo is not immune to the virus he creates with his stand. Should his manifestation turn towards him in ire, Fugo needs to act fast to repress the spirit again, before buboes of phlegm swell his throat, cutting off air while splatters of blood and plasma erupt from a rash of blisters on his skin, the torn flesh melting and merging with itself as it gets covered in new blisters, each layer covering itself in torn shreds of skin from the previous layer that only emerged seconds before.

If Fugo is unlucky enough to be "saved" by a healer stand before he dies, after suppressing the stand, his skin will carry the scars, stretching and straining under the evergrowing disease under his skin. The disease never left, always mutating at an incredibly fast rate inside of himself.

In mere hours, his body is bloated, and cumbersome, unable to lift parts of himself off the ground and instead dragging them behind, tearing gently at the skin that gets raked over the concrete, oozing viscous strings of colgulated blood and dotted with white, shaving-foam consistency pus. His face is obscured under bulging, beating bulbs of flesh, with thin blue veins visibly trailing clots of blood through his body like threading a bead on a string slowly, and with great difficulty as his cancerous arteries lead back into each other, enough times that some of his- at one time- extremities turn a sickly necrotic purple and black.

You'd barely recognize the shambling mound of flesh as Fugo if it weren't for the fact you'd seen him get attacked by his stand after trying to deter it from you.

And if it weren't for the fact you'd seen birds and dogs die from the same disease as he got close to them, you'd be tempted to offer comfort to the former man. Despite lasting this long with the disease unable to kill him, it seems he's still a carrier for the original death Purple Haze entails.

You'd been running from him for hours now-- though he's not particularly fast, his persistence despite what must be agony is what keeps you moving. Resting in any place for too long will only let him close the distance. The blisters and swelling have no doubt gotten to his brain, killing whatever could have been left in him, causing him to act irrationally and chase you in the open, undeterred by pain, threats, bribes, empty promises, or gunfire. He's not Fugo anymore, unable to call upon his Stand, or even understand his old name (and you've tried to use it to escape before, attempting bargaining with the creature). He's just... A monster. Determined to follow you wherever you go, until it can absorb you with bubbling stomach acid, or infect and fuse with your melted, blistering, corpse.

[randomminty]

please i am BEGGING for you to drop the other roleswap champion designs,,, i had no idea how hard cynthia would slay in lance’s fit and my animal brain is now starving for roleswap steven and lance if you ever feel confident enough to post them,,,,,;

[insert meme of guy on his hands and knees offering a wad of fanned-out dollar bills here]

TY JUST FOR YOU ANON…. i redrew my old designs. I still cant figure out stevens design but this will do

Just for fun ill throw my old designs/brainstorming under a read more too!

This is a year old. Theyre so ugly. Okay

[ryderdire]

Honestly genuinely I don’t care what the creators intend I pick and choose what theories I like for fnaf based on fanfic potential vibes and narrative cohesion

[ilovetv99]

place your bets folks, how long do you think we'll go before the axes kill zam