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[ruvviks]

// wip day.

i'm working on a new project that is (for once) not connected to any of my bigger original universes, so i thought i'd share some of the writing i have for it! taglist down below, feel free to take this opportunity to share your own wips (in a separate post of course) if you have any!! the first part is a sort of introduction to the story, from the perspective of main character marshall! the second part is a snippet from a scene much further into the story, to kind of paint a picture (for both you and myself lol) of what the setting and the tone of the story is gonna be like. it's a bit different writing than what you're used to from me so please take a moment to read the warnings first!! warnings >> blood, cult, death, implied cannibalism, gore, religion, violence

God won't speak to me.

He spoke to my sister when we were eleven, her howls echoing through the backyard of our childhood home as the venom of a wasp spread quickly through her veins.

He spoke to my mother the day we buried her oldest son, the hem of her alcohol-stained dress torn where it had caught on the thorns of a blackberry bush she had blankly passed through.

He spoke to my father the day he put the barrel of a .44 in his mouth, reenacting what he had classified a sin for all the wrong reasons, his trembling finger on the trigger strong enough to rip apart the last tendon holding our family together yet not to finish the job.

I was eighteen, when I was found on the river bank near Overture, Louisiana, the sharp end of a jagged knife plunged deep within my side and my bloodied hands clutching the cross necklace of my brother, my breathing akin to the ice cold shallow water grazing at my ankles as I stared up at the star-spotted sky with glazed over eyes, blue chapped lips shaped in the final hum of a prayer.

A black abyss stared back, a strained vacuum without comfort, leaving me with a plea unheard and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

And God did not answer.

'Gotta dig… Just gotta dig. Gotta get 'em out of there… Gotta take 'em home…'

The physical distance between Marshall and the grave did not muffle the continuous mumbling, the shaky voice of the young priest clear as day like a whisper directly in his ear as the eerie silence looming over the church's cemetery left him with not much else to focus on. He knew he should turn around and leave, at that hour of the night— get back in his car and return to Posey in the motel, get some sleep while he still could— yet curiosity held him tight within its grasp, and each step he took pushed him closer into the wrong direction.

'Just the bones… Just the bones…'

The man was hunched over, back turned towards Marshall and partially obscured by the few last rows of gravestones stood between the two of them. His neck twitched— a sudden and unexpected movement at an angle Marshall did not hold for possible, yet it had happened entirely too fast for him to clearly see.

'Hey, is everything alright?' he called out; well against his better judgment, hairs on his forearms standing up straight as his feet carried him another few inches closer to the priest.

And the closer he got, the more he wished he had listened to himself.

If he had just turned away, he wouldn't have had to notice the unusual and unplaceable noises bubbling up from the priest's direction. He wouldn't have had to realize the priest was sat next to a coffin, yet to be lowered into an undug grave. (A curious practice, but Marshall was not one to judge— Overture'd had to endure a rather tiresome series of curiosities as of late, and an unburied corpse in the middle of bumfuck Louisiana in the midst of a yet to be explained power cut would be the least of its problems.)

'Just the bones…. Gotta dig… Gotta bring 'em home.'

'Do you need help?' Marshall persistently asked, his voice muffled by the thrumming of his own heart in his eardrums while his eyes trailed over the coffin— splintered and shattered at the lid, the glimmer of the distant church lights barely enough to reveal the outline of an axe resting on the dirt at the priest's ankles.

'Have to do it, there's no other way. Gotta dig, gotta dig, gotta dig—'

'Hey!'

Marshall should have never stayed in town.

He realized that now, as the priest's obsessive muttering came to a sudden stop forcing Marshall to hold still too— yet he had already approached too closely, and realized that no dirt had been dug in at all, and realized that the priest's hands were instead stuck inside the coffin repeatedly plunging deeper and deeper into the rotting remains of the corpse inside, once white vestment covered in blood and gore and he stared up at Marshall with a faint glow in two milky white eyes and with a wide grin exposing bloodied and shattered teeth, much akin to a predator looking at its next prey.

'Just the bones,' he repeated, the nodding of his head nearly belittling— as if to convince Marshall this was how it was supposed to be, as if to convince him the Word of God was not to be neglected and his fate as a sinner was a gift to the Divine Light and as if to convince him as long as he would not struggle it would all be over soon.

'Gotta dig.'

Marshall could not move, lamb to the slaughter as the priest rose to his feet with the axe in his hand.

'Just the bones! Gotta take 'em home.'

taglist (opt in/out)

@velocitic, @deadrlngers, @euryalex, @ordinarymaine, @gurathins;

@mojaves, @shellibisshe, @dickytwister, @mnwlk, @rindemption;

@ncytiri, @calenhads, @noirapocalypto, @florbelles, @radioactiveshitstorm;

@strafethesesinners, @fashionablyfyrdraaca, @aemondtargeryen, @radioactive-synth, @katsigian;

@estevnys, @elgaravel

[insufferablemod]

i made a new main/art only blog @suffing so i can follow ppl back n interact more easily n shit :-)

[suffarustuffaru]

hello everyone i made a quick summary of main route ottosuba. hope this helps.

[silly-sharpedo]

Look at this picture Hau took of Robert and I!! Oh we let Litten and Popplio out to walk too! :D

This sunset is so pretty tonight!!

(But not nearly as pretty as he is…)

[angeltannis]

The fact that Symmetra’s seemingly only childhood friend was a boy she fundamentally disagreed with everything about and disliked pretty much everything that he stood for - and that it was exactly the same for him - is so so so funny to me. Unlikeable neurodivergent bitches gotta stick together

[ar-mage-ddon]

happy birthday to my favorite keykid!!! yesterday!!! i'm a little late!!!

[nayru-s-clay-tablet]

Retrospective Series!

The comic is on break today! And I recently realized... I totally missed the comic's Patreon's 5th anniversary this April.

At this point, I've made multiple bonus comics for the Patreon -- so I'm going to do a series of posts looking at the longer ones and discussing:

What it's about

Where the idea came from

Favorite things about it

Would I make it again?

While the original goal with this series is to have some extra posts to make this blog less dead between Mondays, this might be useful for anybody who is making a comic or thinking of doing so (because I learned a lot from these different bonus comics).

Also, it'll be a lot of fun 😊

There are 7 posts in the works -- I'll start posting them twice a week every Thursday at 11am, starting this week! I understand this won't be for everybody, but I hope you enjoy it!

I can't find a good gif to close off with so here's something silly I made for a video that probably won't be used:

[yzas-oc-blog]

The thing about the way TMNT 2012 kept trying to add in romantic b-plots is that if it was actually done with care and intent, it actually could have been thematically resonant. Because at the center of the show is the whole Splinter-Tang Shen-Shredder thing. Shredder's twisted obsession, the obvious tension in the time travel episode Splinter and Tang Shen never got the chance to resolve, the different Splinter and Shredder have incorporated the events of that night into their world views - romance is haunting the narrative! It's there!

With Donnie most obviously you could have more explicitly paralleled some of his obsessive behavior towards April with Shredder's rhetoric, showing how to grow and change and let go of that kind of thing.

Leo and Karai - eh, okay, I know there are a Lot Of Opinions on that front (did they think that through at all?) but if they're going to do it anyways, they could have enhanced the arc of that relationship to really dig into - okay you have an attraction, you have chemistry, you have these things in common - but what about the parts that don't? When your fundamental beliefs clash? Are you actually good for each other? How do you know? What do you do if you aren't? How do you let go?

Raph and Mikey's love interests are less present due to being non-natives, but I bet you could do something there, too! I'm just! You see??? Put the relationships in parallel or contrast to the one at the heart of your show! Use it to expand your themes!

But instead you can kind of see the cracks in the writing that makes me really believe that it was a corporate mandate to add more romance, and the writers didn't want to bother with it. So they went to the big-box store and picked up the cheapest stock-standard romantic b-plots and went through the motions. And it's so boring.

[compacflt]

COMPACFLT, ma’am, you’ve absolutely wrecked me with: “My father—my father was kind”. I can’t even tell you exactly why, but that just struck right in the chest with the force of a sledgehammer, gosh. If it’s alright with you, could you please share your headcanons about Ice and Mav’s fathers? I know I’m, like, quoting your own work back to you but I can’t help it: “Well, dead pilot dads, that’s one thing we have in common.” —But do they? Or is one dead pilot dad vastly different from the other?

ice’s dad (Thomas kazansky sr.): asshole army major OH-6 and UH-1 pilot who got shot down over Vietnam in 1967. son of far-eastern-european immigrants. anti-commie. wanted ice to ALSO be a chopper pilot in the army, so ice went navy instead. daredevil dipshit who died & left ice’s mom alone with two young kids & whose death encouraged ice away from breaking the rules or being unsafe (esp. in the air). not necessarily a great person or a great father but died when ice was 8 so also not a huge influence on his life (i know val kilmer has said ice’s father was a big influence… I’ve written elsewhere about why i personally shifted ice’s narrative away from daddy issues and more towards Navy authority in general issues, in light of ice’s character and rank in tgm. GOD i need a master post sorry, but i think you can find it if you search “edts notes” on my blog and scroll for a while). ice’s LACK of a father -> no man to model himself on -> overcompensating & not getting it exactly right (doesn’t know how to talk to other men) -> maverick immediately clocks him as gay -> the plot of my fic.

Maverick’s dad (peter “duke” mitchell sr.): a genuinely awesome person. funny & kind, warm & loving, a truly good father & a great fighter pilot. big american patriot. Comes from a long long line of us navy personnel—maverick has the navy family name & the pedigree ice, as a second generation american, does not. Im still not sure who raised maverick—it’s one of those things I don’t have a strong opinion on, so it could go either way (i posited in the airplane one-shot that he was raised by relatives, aunt & uncle, but I know it’s a popular hc here that he was a foster kid—all equally plausible to me) but I do think he grew up exceedingly bitter, hearing about how great his dad was and how there was just no way! his dad could’ve failed the Navy the way he supposedly did, because he was just such a good person… there’s a real bitterness about original maverick that TGM maverick kind of lost. His bitterness only shows during the “it’s not the plane it’s the pilot” “EXACTLY” exchange (incidentally the scene that gave me the idea that Bradley thinks mav pulled his papers bc he’s openly gay…it’s the pilot not the plane, ouch). but i still think maverick is like deeply deeply bitter about how the navy handled his fathers death, which is what the excerpt i posted on wednesday is actually about—he confesses to ice how disillusioned he has been with the navy as an institution since he found out the truth about his father’s heroism. I know i just just just said that Maverick’s patriotic conservatism is his reason for existence in the meta “why we make mil propaganda movies” sense, and i stand by that, but i think on a human character level there probably has to be a little bit of deep-seated resentment towards the Navy for smearing his father’s good name and his own good name in the process. My maverick grew up a good Christian kid, called himself peter jr. after his good guy father, who never broke ANY rules until he was radicalized by not getting into the academy (“punish the son for the sins of his father”) and basically lost his mind for 30+ years. “If my family name automatically makes me a sinner in the navy’s eyes, then I might as well sin anyway.”

[sharkstatic]

you!! show me your ocs (pretty please)

OFC <3 oh man where to even start

i have about 22 active ocs i rotate lmao about 10 of those have fully developed story/background/personality

these are all ones i dont think ive posted much or at all but these are some of my fav designs/concepts:

memphis honey- catboy extreme, magic user, very loose morals, carved those symbols into his own skin before his scheduled execution so that noone could bring him back once dead. once took over a cult in order to blow it up.

diamond- legally a tattoo artist for powerful demons that would usually heal up tattoos and piercings. illegally most other things. that collar is very literally keeping their head on.

sixgill- very very very old sixgill shark. she lives in the deep ocean and protects an ancient evil and also the ancient evil's baby son. 27 ft tall.

dishi- 7ft tall super buff spirit medium and compulsive liar. a romantic but has the worst taste in men youve ever seen. sees ghosts, demolition expert. this is specifically him while possessed which happens more often than hes comfortable with bc the Veil Is Thin around him, hes like personified halloween

fangfei- sir thats a whore ass bitch. cloud dragon. their style can be summed up with 'cheap and gold'. had to fight their twin to the death at an early age. mommy issues. doing coke in the bathroom about it.

:D they are all fantastic i love them ty for giving me an opportunity to spit them all out on here

[orinviasjournal]

My boi is 6 now

Tho i made him last year lmao

[readybread]

Hello transformer community

[doomxdriven]

MUSE: SŌJIRŌ KUSAKA

OVERVIEW

Name: Sōjirō Kusaka Alias’s: N/A Race: Hollow-Soul Hybrid Gender: Male Age: 150 ~ Height: 6'1" (186 cm) Eye-Color: Red Orientation: Bisexual / Biromantic Residence: Hueco Mundo, World of the Living Occupation: -- MBTI: – ENNEAGRAM: – ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil

PERSONALITY

Calculating, power hungry, mischievous, scheming, and unhinged at times in the present day, Kusaka was once someone who wanted nothing more than to protect and preserve the Soul Society, and to some extent he still does, being something of an idealist at heart (a twisted one maybe). After Kusaka's unjust trial and execution at the behest of Central 46, however, he's become bitter toward the Soul Society, and feels a strong desire to tear down it's governing entities, both as an act of revenge, and with a desire to install himself as it's new ruler, where he will (in his own mind) run things better than Central 46 or the Nobility ever could. That bitterness has also caused Kusaka to become less ethical, more sinister, and more malicious, as he is now being exceptionally prone to taking lives, general violence, manipulation, and all-around being more driven by a 'ends justify the mean's' sort of approach to his actions.

In his youth, before his troubles with Central 46, Kusaka was also lively, collected, bright, confident, magnetic, and harmlessly competitive, which lent to him being well liked among his fellow Academy members. While Kusaka can still be some of those things at times, these days they are usually fronts to obscure both his more sinister facets and the deep melancholy he feels at the core of his being, all of which was brought on by the traumatic circumstances surrounding him, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Central 46, and the life he then had to endure in Hueco Mundo after his rebirth. Kusaka's "facade" also masks the wealth of insecurities that lurk within him, ranging from issues of trust and loneliness, to deep seated feelings of inferiority.

STORY

There was a time, long ago, where Kusaka was counted among the many denizens of Rukongai, and though his beginnings were seemingly humble, he found his way into the Shin'o Academy, where he had hoped to one day join the Gotei 13, and beyond that, one day become a Captain.

The Academy life wasn't easy, but Kusaka advanced through his classes, and made a handful of friends, most notable among them being Toshiro Hitsugaya. Kusaka would develop a sort of rivalry with Toshiro, but the two would become fast friends, and for a time they stood as beacons, as shining stars that could illuminate the Soul Society's future-- a shame then, that Kusaka's star was fated to fall.

There were aspects of Kusaka's origins that he couldn't know, there were things within him that he would never have assumed, but there were people who did know of these things, and they had been looking for him since he emerged in Rukongai.

When Kusaka strangely appeared to commune with the same Zanpakuto Spirit as Toshiro Hitsugaya, and imprint the very same essence upon his Asauchi, questions were raised, attention was finely honed on him, attention that would see his life torn apart.

There were never truly any laws against two Shinigami possessing the same Zanpakuto Spirit, (if only because such a thing had never happened in the history of the Soul Society, by all means it should have been impossible) but the individuals who had been looking for Kusaka would use this as a justification for seeking their death all the same.

That's why Kusaka was dragged, along with Toshiro, to the Central 46 Court Chambers, and why a 'duel' was held that would determine who would truly own Hyorinmaru. The duel was a farce of course, Kusaka was never meant to survive, and even as Toshiro refused to continue the fight beyond a few bouts, the individuals who had for so long sought Kusaka out had the Onmitsukido move in and finish him off.

The trauma Kusaka endured in those final moments, the knowledge that he had sworn his allegiance to the Soul Society, and had given them everything he had, only to be betrayed by them like this, and in his mind, betrayed by his dearest friend as well… Kusaka died in a pit of agonizing despair.

That was a long time ago, however, and death, as it turned out, wasn't fated be Kusaka's final stop. Since being reborn among the sands of Hueco Mundo through the efforts of forces far greater than himself, far greater than even those in the Soul Society who had clamored for Kusaka's death, he has stalked the three worlds, he has planned, and he has grown stronger.

After scrounging together a group followers, aligning himself with other like-minded individuals, and finally getting a hold of the Ōin (the very entity that had seen him reborn), Kusaka now stands with two goals; bring hell down upon those who turned their back on him, and change the Soul Society forever.

ABILITIES,SKILLS

Master Swordsman: Even before fully mastering his sword's power, Kusaka has showed himself to be a highly proficient swordsman, and could easily cross blades with and outperform the likes of the Soul Society's most skilled Captain's. Kusaka is able to wield his Zanpakuto with great speed and strength too, and is infamous for being a difficult opponent to counter in melee on account of his ruthless, unpredictable, and highly efficient method of swordplay.

Keen Intellect/Perceptive Combatant: Kusaka has proven to be very intelligent, designing in depth plans and predicting future situations with near 100% accuracy. Kusaka prefers to learn much about his opponents before ever engaging them, too something he's patient and capable enough to do with ease, though he is also capable of discerning much about his opponents and combat situations on the fly, paying close attention to the flow of battle and the moves his opponents make.

Shunpo Expert: Kusaka is highly skilled in the art of Hoho, and his Shunpo. Kusaka can easily keep up with and at times outdo the likes of a Hollow-Masked Ichigo, or Toshiro, though people the likes of Soifon are still able to outclass him.

Immense Spiritual Power: While not having an official rank as a Shinigami, Kusaka has spiritual energy that appears to be that of beyond captain-level, with his Reiatsu being described as "incredible", and being enough to startle Captain-level opponents upon first encountering them. This should be no surprise, as Kusaka is now a hybrid being, and beyond that, he was resurrected the Ōin, who's energies now course through him. Kusaka's Reitatsu bears a lilac hue.

(Information on Zanpakuto and other abilities/stuff can be found HERE)

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[pcetstcrtured]

psst y’all should recommend me shows to get into - i’m in DESPERATE need of a new brainrot to completely take over my life. it’s been stranger things/steve harrington/steddie for the past nearly two years & i think it’s finally starting to fade. i’m getting very ehhh abt it & daydream scenarios are getting repetitive …

so i just - i need something new to just give me vigor & a new refound purpose for life. like my fellow neurodivergents, you know the feeling - just throw me your recs! things you think i’d like based on what you know abt me, my muse list, etc. i’ll also take movie recs (particularly movie series) but i’m def looking more for shows atm

[elegyofthemoon]

tbh there's a good chance if i go with the winning choice and i dont settle, i'll wind up changing the blog again BUT at least this will help me decide on sOMETHING

for mutuals who dont know these characters:

[fightingthetides]

2024 Vday/Wday Delivery!

((I have a tradition of doing something for Vday/Wday on my blogs. Here’s how it works, reply to this post with a gift your muse will gift mine for Valentine's day and i’ll write a reaction to them receiving said gift. My muse might return the favor on Wday (March 14). Please reply in the following: your muse name (if multi) [The gift, my muse, au if applicable]. Examples down below:

Muse A [a brush, Sesshomaru, modern-verse]

Muse B [a bunny plush, Ravein, KHR-verse]

Muse C [a rose, Daemon]

Note: unlike previous years, I won’t keep this open for all my muses nor all verses on this blog. There will be restrictions, which are as follows:

Sesshomaru, ONLY his modern verse setting (Ceo, or Yakuza)

No ghosties, so Daemon will be in the timeline where he's still 'alive'

YES, you may send gifts to my secret private muses as well (Ie Hibari, Lambo, and Fon)

There is NO CAP. You can send in as many requests as you want. Multimuse blogs can send in requests for multiple muses. Go ham. DESTROY my fingers. 

-Neo/An))