#I love to consider the implications...

[ghostdrinkssoup]

“could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment at the very sight of you?” is such a romantic line because despite cannibalism sustaining the illusion that hannibal can control everything and determine outcomes and reverse time, loving will has changed him so drastically that instead of consuming will, will consumes him. and hannibal hungers for him, yearns and aches for him, but is content to just exist near him. to stay in his orbit somehow, if only will allows it. hannibal, who needs to cannibalise others to stay in power, finds nourishment just by looking at will. he loves him so profoundly that he could be imprisoned forever and still it would be better than knowing he might never see will again. it sates him more than eating the pigs beneath him. in will, he finds religion

[ndnbutch]

sometimes people have a take about dungeons and daddies that is so poignant and gorgeous and true but absolutely revolves around a thing that I’m almost certain the crew did without thinking and likely completely by accident 😭

[earthshine-moon]

I’m reading The Terror (book) and I don’t think I will ever be over Crozier describing Fitzjames as Sir John’s “rosy-cheeked lisping pet poodle”

[northern-passage]

[necromycologist]

thinking about it as i was flicking thru nightfall it really grinds my gears that sophie hates the gorgodon in canon. she gets grossed out pretty easily sure but like. she adopted iggy. shes the ultimate horse girl. she can transmit to animals. its literally an animal that had no say in its creation she should be projecting her angst about being a unique genetically engineered monster with a set purpose that she's failing at onto that thanggggg!!!!!!!!!

[lilacthebooklover]

jon matteson characters family reunion. richie is ignoring everyone and blasting japanese nightcore on his airpods. roman is here and acting disgusted at the food while linda boasts about her kids (said kids are currently causing mayhem that will probably end in tears). paul has brought emma with him and is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. boy jerry is trying to give him a pep talk on how to propose so he can "do the do" with emma (bj recommends a walk in the woods). the hatchetman bursts in at one point. daniel lost track of time and decided it wasn't worth showing up. gary is happy to be a part of something like he was with the wiggly cult but nobody likes him. wiggly watches for a while then shows up in human form to cause more mayhem, nobody knows who he is, why he looks like them or why he speaks like a toddler but he's freaky and may or may not be on the verge of murder. fun times.

[transingthoseformers]

Sam: there was a guy that looked like he was one of you but his eyes were gone and he wanted to eat my spinal cord. Not to mention he was doing something that made me think my eardrums were going to explode

Elita, going through ship files:...that must have been Sunder. Apparently he's just like that

Jesus Christ after the Horrors meeting Sunder must ba a Time for Sam

(I can totally see a situation where Sam just accepts that the Visitor turned someone into Sunder though) (he has seen worse)

[addamvelaryon]

Addam & Benji praying together at the Isle of Faces

Artist: Jota Saraiva (deviantart/instagram)

[thespianinthebackcorner]

So uh. Cw for psychological torture (specifically white room torture/sensory deprivation). Sorry chat but I've seen no one acknowledge this

is anyone going to acknowledge the fact that the sonic franchise canonically subjected a character to white room torture for like 20 consecutive years and he kinda just hasn't been let out

Because assuming after Generations all the structures in the White Space returned to their time and are no longer in there, it means Mephiles has been stuck in 100% white sensory deprivation hell since 2006 with only one instance where he actually got any sort of relief from that. And gens was in 2011, which a lot of people forget in Meph's case because of shadow gens releasing this year. So what we saw of him then was meph in 2011, not 2024. And although it probably wasn't as long between all the games, as far as I'm aware we can't tell how long the whole franchise has taken so far, so unless we do have that information all I can say is that Gens probably took place in the original game's release year and he's been in there for nearly 20 years 😭 for a guy who was just trying to fix himself (admittedly, he was going about it in some shitty ways but also like fuck dude do you really expect a tortured, split, half god to be making decisions that align with everyone's morals) that is CRAZY???? LET HIM OUT HELLO HE PROBABLY DOESNT EVEN KNOW HIS OWN NAME ANYMORE

Especially considering the last thing he was told was "there is no future for you. Ever." That was probably rotating in his mind for AGES he probably hasn't forgotten the words but has forgotten all semblance of what they mean. man I knew IDW went into psych horror genre but I didn't realise the GAMES did it 😭😭😭 meph they will never make me hate you

For reference. This is what the Wikipedia page on white room torture says that's relevant to this.

😭meph... Set him free... Sega I beg of you

Alternatively, what the fuck is Infinite doing inside the Phantom Ruby is he going through the same thing

I'm aware that the "stick them in the universe back corner jail" is story code for "keep them out unless we feel like bringing them back" but also Sega you've accidentally back cornered this guy into either needing one HELL of a redemption/recovery storyline or just never appearing again and literally fucking dying in there. Dissolving or some shit. Let him OUT😭

[sharksfrommars]

Hiiii 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

For ur asylum ford au,

Does shermie treat ford any differently once stan returns? Shermie had been looking after ford for so long so has his views of ford changed and how does shermie treat him now? (that is if it is any different)🛐🛐

Hello again!

Shermie feels horrible for believing Ford was insane. He knew Ford the best, he should have seen then signs. Regardless of the fact that the entire story is the most batshit insane thing anyone could think of. Shermie is also very confused on the fact that Bill, who he had assumed was a human man that Ford was retrospectively envisioning as a triangle, was in-fact a ACTUAL triangle. That breaks his brain a little.

Shermie still takes care of Ford. He’d gotten more independent over the years, and he is also an adult man, so mostly things are the same. There’s a little more trust though. Knowing exactly what happened to Ford put a lot of things into context, especially knowing that there was an ACTUAL DEMON ENTERING HIS BRAIN. Also, Stan’s back! And he’s capable of making sure Ford takes his meds and doesn’t do anything stupid or insane. He’s not sure what to do with all this free time!

He fights for a re-trial of Ford’s case. It feels important that people know that Ford did not kill and eat his brother. Also, it seems the easiest way to un-kill Stan in the eyes of the Law. Stan does not want this. Shermie retired 6 years ago, but he had plenty of friends in his old law firm who would be willing to help.

Ford’s therapist has the biggest freak out. She doesn’t believed it when Shermie tells her, thinking that Shermie might be loosing it s little. That is, until Stan comes in. She faints.

Ford still has to live with the effects of Bill’s manipulations after the summer. Bill may be gone, but he fucked with Ford’s brain a lot. He still needs support. But Stan steps up, wanting to spend as much time with his twin as possible. They already lost 40 years. They didn’t want to loose a second more. Shermie is glad. He fought for his family so hard and for so long, and he had to do so much by himself. It was him and his wife, until his wife died 8 years ago. Then it really was just him. He’d resigned the rest of his life to taking care of Ford and trying to make sure he got the best life he could.

at the end of summer, Shermie decides he wants to go do regular old man stuff. He hasn’t had a proper break in a decade, probably more. He’s never been one for beating up monsters at sea, he’ll leave that to his brothers. He’s going to go bird-watching, go on beach holidays, play chess on the park. And, of course, he’s going to hang out with his grandkids.

[wackywatchdotcom]

falls to the ground. my favorite song is one that i looked at back in early march and went oh, this works well for ragatha... and im listening to it again and i DO still think it fits ragatha a lot. but it ALSO fits gangle. but i dont wanna put the same song on two character playlists from the same series, so im just gonna keep it on ragathas. either way it mainly fits manager gangle specifically but not the entirety of her. i think it fits ragatha more generally

[replicafatale]

listening to the severance OST and hearing patricia arquette's vocals as cobel on the four tempers

[morally-earl-gray]

*sees an uncomfortable amount of sexualizing content for my blorbo*

me: ughhh I hate this.... I may just have to leave this community since there's nothing I can do about it

me: wait

me: there may be....... another way

*evil grin*

me: the time has come..... to HEADCANON THEM AS AROACE

[hopeswriting]

imagine you're luce, and you're born the heir to a mafia family. you're mafia-born, and so of course also mafia-raised, and then also a donna-to-be. you're raised to be able to take on the role, to be good and capable at it, are taught to make one of your core beliefs about how the many must come before the few, because the family must always come first. you're going to be the donna, of course you must always prioritize the family above all else, it's your foremost and most important duty.

if caring about the few too comes at the price of the many, comes at the price of the family, is it even worth it? if the happiness gained from it comes at the price of a greater suffering for others, is there even any meaning to it, even if it's your happiness we're talking about? you understand, don't you?

you're not sure if you do, but you care about your family, love it, want to do right by it once you become their donna, so you nod, listen and learn.

(you don't have to be taught the pain and loss and guilt and anger and bitterness is a fair price to pay for the pain you decide has to be inflicted and the sacrifices you decide must be made, including by yourself. it's the least you could do, even.)

imagine you're luce, and the gift of foresight runs through your blood.

you would not call it a gift. you did not ask for it either. and you'll never come to see it as something wanted by you.

you can see the future, and it happened exactly as you saw it would, so of course it's exactly the way you wanted it to go. you can see the future, and it happened exactly as you saw it would, so of course you didn't care to try hard enough to change it. you saw the future before the shape of it had yet to be breathed into existence, and who's to say it didn't come into existence only because you saw it happen? you saw the future, and it happened worse than it had to for it.

you can see the future, but you still can't make it anything else than what it was always going to be. you can even make the visions happen at your will, but you still have no say on what you see or how much you see. you still can only be the witness of it before anyone else can.

it does mean double and longer the happiness sometimes, means relief and gratefulness and hope beyond words, and it'd be cruel of you to voice out loud your feelings for others to hear the many more times it means something else.

you can see the future, and it doesn't make it any kinder on you than on anyone else, does not give you any more power or control over it than anyone else, but at least you can see the future. you're given the time to make peace with it, to brace yourself for it, to bargain with it, to plead and beg and fight against it however desperately and hopelessly, even if in the end it still happens exactly as you saw it would.

(you can see the future, and it still doesn't hurt you any less than anyone else when it happens, but you don't expect anymore for anyone to hold you any less responsible for it anyway. it would be nice for someone to do it one day, but you understand.)

you can see the future, and you decide it's a kindness to both yourself and others to keep it for yourself as much as possible whenever you can.

imagine you're luce, and your family has this set of rings they've looked after and protected for as long as your family has existed. they're one set of three of the most important artifacts in the world, ones that help in safeguarding its existence and balance. they're duty, the very first one and the most important one your family was created for.

the pacifier around your mother's neck is duty too, and the most important and powerful artifact among twenty-one in safeguarding the world and its balance. it's been passed down in your family too, from mother to daughter. it's duty, but less tied to your family and much more to the blood running through your veins. it's a curse, in fact, as it demands heavy sacrifices the rings don't, and one that can only be tied to the blood running through your veins.

(your mother looks at you as if expecting some kind of reaction from you, and you can only wonder at which point you weren't supposed to see it as a given. duty and sacrifices have been one and the same for you for a long time now. is it even duty if it doesn't require any sacrifices from you?)

imagine you're luce, and your mother dies for duty. she's the donna, and so she dies for your family. she's the sky arcobaleno, and so she dies for the world. she's your mother, but she dies anyway, doesn't fight it either, even knowing she will leave you behind, even knowing she won't ever get to see what you look like all grown-up.

everywhere you look, duty stares back at you, from your mother and the pacifier around her neck, her love for your family and the life she gives up for it, her love for you and how she dies anyway while you're still only a child. duty, from your family members and how they die for you and kill for you, how they do both at your command, how their lives are in the palms of your hands and how they weigh only as much as you allow them to at a time. duty, from the knowledge your foresight gives you and the shackles tied to the blood running through your veins.

your mother's only duty while she lives too. she loves you, but she'd have had to give birth to you anyway even if she didn't. she loves you, but she still gave birth to you even knowing the kind of life you'd have to live, the kind of hands you'd inevitably end up with, the burdens she'd have to lay on your shoulders, passing them down from her own. because she loves you, she finds the resolve to raise you to be able to face all of it head-on and come out on top, but she'd have had to raise you much the same way anyway even if she didn't.

(she doesn't die for you, doesn't fight to be able to keep living with you, and this, too, is your mother surrendering to duty one last time.)

(you're so sick of it, so angry at it, so hateful and resentful against it. you're so stifled by it to the point you've stopped being able to breathe for a long time now. or you would have been if they had taught you how to face duty in this way too.

it's for the better they didn't. a silver lining, sparing you pain that isn't necessary for you to go through. everyone you turn to only teaches you how to keep holding your breath longer, and you listen and learn, obedient and dutiful as you've ever been.

you're grateful for it too. really, you are.)

everywhere you look, there's no room for you to so much as question any of it, let alone anything more. duty is commendable, something you ought to look up to and strive towards, strive to achieve. duty is the right thing to do. of course it is.

(you exhale a breath of relief that shakes you down to your very core.

thank god, it's at least the right thing to do.

you're grateful for it beyond words. really, you are.)

imagine you're luce, and before it even happens, you know the choice you'll make when climbing that mountain, when standing on top of it, when waiting for a bright light to shine down on you from above. you know the choice you'll make then, even when pregnant with your daughter.

it doesn't matter since how long you knew, be it years, months, days, hours or minutes before. all that matters is that before you can even contemplate the idea of making another choice and all its implications and possible consequences, before the thought can even come alive in your mind, you already know the choice you'll make.

(you can see the future, but just because you already saw it, it doesn't mean it's now set in stone.

you can see the future, but just because you're given the chance to fight to change it, it doesn't mean it still won't happen every bit like you saw it.

it doesn't mean it can't still happen even worse than how you first saw it happen because you fought to change it, no matter how already dreadful it originally was.)

imagine you're luce, and before it even happens, you know they'll be others with you standing on top of that mountain. you're the only one who'll know it before it happens.

(because you can see the future.

and oh, you did not ask for it.)

they're strangers, people you don't owe anything to. adults who choose to show up at the first meeting, and to show up to every following mission after that. the chosen seven, whose ambitions and prides lead them to walk the path of the seven strongest too once laid down in front of them.

you don't force their hands in making any of those choices for them. you're not responsible for any of them.

you become coworkers then, accomplices, your hands stained in blood to various extent, but now dipping in the same pool of blood as you strive towards the same goal together. you have each other's backs, learn each other's strengths and weaknesses, learn each other's personalities, likes and dislikes. you keep having to spend more time together as the missions keep coming your way.

inevitably, you come to care about them. even more damning, they come to care about you in return. enough so they'll look after your daughter even after what'll happen on top of that mountain. enough so they'll look after your granddaughter too, warmly and fondly enough she'll call one of them uncle.

you're still the only one who knows they'll stand together with you on top of that mountain, not knowing what'll happen on it like you do.

and you do care about them, you swear you do. really, you do.

(you care about them the same way your mother cared about you, and how she still raised you to have steel in you and be made of sharp edges you know how to use. you care about them the same way you care about your family, and how you still send them to their deaths as needed so the rest of your family you care about just the same can keep on living longer and safely. this is the only way you've had the chance to learn how to care and love.

duty and sacrifices have been one and the same for you for as long as you can remember. it doesn't matter at which point sacrifices came to mean love to you too.

and most of all, you love your daughter more than anything else in the world.)

imagine you're luce, and this is who you are. this is who you've been raised to be, the only way you've been given room to grow up to be. this is the life you've lived and the kind of life that has shaped you as the person you are now. this is what you've been taught and told is the best version of yourself you could have grown up to be. this is who you ended up being by what you've been taught and told are all the right choices to make.

you're still the only one who knows what is about to happen on top of that mountain. it hasn't happened yet. the fate of the world hangs on what'll happen on top of that mountain, the same world you'll have to give birth to your daughter in. the same daughter you're currently pregnant with.

now imagine you're luce, look me in the eye and tell me you'd know how to even form the thought of the possibility of there being any other choice to make. look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't look at the only choice in front of you, and know deep in your bones it's the only right choice to make. that it is right of you to make it. because it simply has to be.

(imagine you're luce, and you're not doomed by the narrative. of course, you're not.

why would you need to be when the narrative has painstakingly shaped you all your life to become its perfect, faithful and dutiful sacrificial lamb?

and then, imagine you're luce, and you're even grateful for it, so, so very grateful it held up its end of the bargain too.

truly, you are.)

[isa-ah]

he’s a tired kitsune who spends his time trying to mediate between people and spirits and wandering around cities cleaning up messes he’s framed in by his rival

[fist-of-vengeance]

damn the tumblr saw fandom is really phenomenal. I've only gone here for like a couple hours and I've already seen multiple pieces of fanart that belong in the louvre