#YESSS IM SO EXCITED!!!!!

[wildflowercryptid]

IYOWA PROJECT VOLTAGE COLLAB REAL??????

[lemongogo]

[letsgetitblog]

YESSSS WERE GETTING THE HORROR THAT WE DESERVE /hj

[seafoam-taide]

he's so "i can fix her" coded i love him

[emmg]

wip wednesday except it's saturday lol

I was tagged by lovely hunnybun @xxnashiraxx and someone else (I'm sooooory I don't remember!) I honestly don't have much cooking. This is just something from the creepy Emmlich x Rook fic I'm still fucking around with lol. It's not really edited or anything so eh

Tagging my usual boos but please do it and tag me in it if you're not mentioned (I forget people all the time.) I'm a hoe for wips.

@caffeinatedmunchkin @aldisobey @heylittleriotact @lavenderprose @thepalehorsevictoria @jainydoe

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It does not hurt, as he promised, though her stomach turns as she watches his knife bite into her palm. He starts at the center, pressing just enough to break the surface, then drags upward toward the tip of her thumb. The sound is faint but sickening—a soft tearing, wet and fibrous. A line of tissue yawns open in its wake, pink and glistening, the raw fibers twitching faintly, helplessly. When the knife taps against her nail, he tilts it sideways, slipping it under the edge of her skin, working it loose. 

There is no blood. It feels aberrant for there to be none, and she realizes she’s muttered something, perhaps a question, because he answers her without looking up. “A spell, darling. No mess.” 

The ligament clings stubbornly to the joint, a sinewy, yellow strand refusing to tear. Emmrich tuts, presses the blade harder, and scrapes until it detaches in shredded, sticky ribbons. 

"I was thinking of taking a nap in the Memorial Gardens before... this," she says.

Her mouth feels very dry. She will vomit her soul. She desperately needs some normalcy.

Emmrich hums absently, a soft tune threaded through his breath. "Oh, we still can go," he says, his voice unnervingly bright. "They’ve added new blooms, you know. Mintroot has begun curling around our lonely Vasanthum tree. A charming display, I imagine." 

"I'm sure it is," she murmurs, barely audible. 

"Quite," he replies, almost giddily. "Did I ever mention my talent for weaving? Braiding, too. I could make you a flower crown, darling. Something delicate, something becoming." 

Her thumb begins to peel, a meticulous unveiling. The layer of skin and muscle separates with a moist crackle, exposing the stark white curve of bone. As the flesh sloughs free, the severed edges cling for a moment, stringy and reluctant, before giving way entirely. 

“You are doing beautifully,” Emmrich murmurs. 

She nods, though her throat is too tight to swallow. 

His free hand dips into the molten metal in the bowl perched precariously on his lap. She cannot look away as his fingers vanish into the liquid iron, a viscous, glowing mass that shifts and ripples at his touch. In another life, his flesh would have blistered, bubbled, shed away in wet clumps. But in another life, he had flesh. 

He stirs it with the casualness of a man testing the temperature of a bath, and she watches, horrified. The iron clings to his fingers like sap from a freshly cut tree, thick and heavy, glistening as it drizzles back into the bowl.  

Without pause, he lowers those shiny fingers into the yawning wound on her hand. The molten iron hisses softly as it meets her exposed phalanges, a sound that seems alive, sentient, as it spreads itself across the bare bone. The metal clings tightly, flowing into every groove and hollow, encasing the fragile framework in layers of shimmering grey. It hardens as it moves, forming a lustrous shell that is as unnatural as it is permanent. 

The smell is unbearable; sharp and acrid, laced with the faint sweetness of something organic cooking away 

"I would like that," she says eventually, her voice flat and far away. She doesn’t lift her eyes from the bone, its pallor now overtaken by the dull sheen of grey, and tries, feebly and absurdly, to think of flowers. 

"Wonderful." Emmrich’s smile stretches, slow and just a little too broad, as though it might spill from his face entirely. He tilts his head, considering. "Something sturdy, enduring, but not without charm," he muses, as if discussing an old trinket. “Wax flowers, I think. Subtle, fragrant, and remarkably long-lasting. They endure neglect with such poise, don’t you find? Even out of water, they hold their shape beautifully.” 

As he shifts, the folds of his robes part, and the hollow in his chest gapes wide. Her eyes fix on his ribs, so very exposed, their delicate curves dipped in gold. They shine in the low light, grotesquely ornate, as if mocking the flesh they once protected. She knows there are other places like this on him—the soft, breakable parts made permanent, harder, resistant. Her gaze darts between the gleaming ribs, her thumb, and the bowl of molten iron in his lap, and something tight and monstrous begins to unfurl within her. 

It starts with a shiver in her chest, a strange pressure that deepens into a sickening pull. Her lungs seem to cave inward. She can feel them shift, the slick, spongy mass grinding together, rolling and twisting into a single, suffocating ball. It churns inside her, alien and wrong. 

When she exhales, it moves, dragging itself upward. She can taste it now, bitter and metallic, something slimy and pulsing that claws at her molars, trying to wrench them loose. It presses against her teeth, her tongue, desperate to escape, to spill out of her mouth in a choking flood. But it never does. It lodges there, a writhing, sweltering mass that stretches her throat and fills her mouth. 

What escapes her is not a scream but a wail, ugly and pitiful. She shakes her head wildly, her voice cracking on each repetition. “No, no, no,” she says, first a whisper, then louder, the words piling up, tangled and frantic, until they bite at her lips. “I don’t want to be like you. Gods, I don’t want to be like you, Emmrich.” Her eyes feel swollen, burning, ready to rupture, to spill themselves down her cheeks, to run away from her face altogether. “I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to be like you—I don’t want to die in Nevarra—”

Her voice collapses into a torrent she cannot untangle, her breath heaving as she jerks her half-flayed hand, desperate to free it. The iron spills from the bowl in his lap, hissing as it splashes onto his knee and dribbles down. 

“No, no,” Emmrich says softly, as though comforting a skittish animal. His hand remains steady even as hers thrashes. “Not like me, dear heart. Never like me.” Drip, drip, drip, the iron sings, pooling on the floor in slow, glowing puddles. “But I must finish or else it will keep breaking, again and again and again...” He pauses, his voice shifting, adopting a light, almost cheerful lilt, as though trying to smother her rising panic beneath a veneer of warmth. “Afterwards, we will go to the gardens, just as you wanted. Mintroot and Vasanthum, remember? And I shall weave you that flower crown I promised. Wouldn’t you like that?"

[roofsniper]

donald trump please save me... please save me donald trump

[extravagav]

WELCOME BACK MEGUMI FUSHIGURO AND GOJO SATORU 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[joshdiaz]

Taveeta Szymanowicz as Theresa Baptiste in Teen Wolf, Season 1

Theresa is not superstitious. It's easy not to be, in a small boring town like hers, until it isn't anymore. Scott McCall makes first line, Allison Argent blows into town, and suddenly everything is topsy turvy.

There is, first of all, the devastation of watching her crush get a girlfriend. She knows she doesn't have a claim on Scott, obviously, but that's kind of the worst part; even if she'd made a move, it wouldn't have mattered. When she got hit with a lacrosse ball last year during their shared practice, he'd run to help her, and a year later, she still couldn't stop thinking about it; Scott, on the other hand, was always helping someone do something, and probably hadn't thought about it since. She wasn't rooting for the guy to be unhappy, obviously, but pining had been a lot easier when no one else noticed him.

There is also the unfortunate fact that Theresa, generally, seems to be noticing a lot more these days. It's hard to accept that the rash of attacks in her town are really animals when she keeps seeing flashes of men with teeth. It's hard to focus when her thigh itches even though there's no scab there. It's hard to enjoy school dances when she has the deep, deep feeling that something is wrong. It's hard to talk to her friends when none of them are seeing what she's seeing and it's hard to figure out what she knows about what's going on when she has gaps in her memory. She'd read once that brains will sometimes do that to protect you, but she doesn't feel safer.

But it doesn't matter. Men don't have sharp teeth and she doesn't have any marks on her body and superstitions don't mean anything. This will pass, as it always does, and Beacon Hills will be boring again.

If Lydia Martin hadn't almost bled out on the lacrosse field the night of the formal, she might've been able to believe that.

@nolanhollogay

[ozblok]

HOLY CRAP MY BOI IS IN AND HE GOT SPELLS!!!

holy crap it's about time and oh my God the new trailer looked AMAZING and this short AF clip of Godrick (THE GOAT) sends me. He not only got crucible magic, but by the looks of it, he somehow made it GRAFTED. this man must got crucible knight parts in him to conjure up the spells at once into merged them into one spell, this is crazy and I'm here for it!

[crows-of-buckets]

JUST REALIZED I FINALLY HAVE AN INQUISITOR WHO WOULD LEAVE BRIALA IN CHARGE ANDDDD MAKE COLE A SPIRIT. YESSSS

[napping-sapphic]

I was just in a call with a girl I wanna date and she got super sleepy & I could literally feel my pupils become heart shaped while I listened to her talk fkahdkshfk. She's so fucking cute and super pretty and yeah, I just needed to gush a lil or maybe a lot, idk, I'm needy and wanna cuddle & nap. Ty for coming to my ted talk 💚

Oh i LOVE this energy so much

Late night conversations or just Really Tired™️ conversations are always some of my favorites they always feel so nice and relaxing

I hope you get SO many more sleepy convos, you’re truly out there living the dream fr <3

[pandagirl45]

I've been keeping up with Billie bust up and I am foaming at that purple goat boy and the musical. So far I am vibing with the pirate boss.

Let be real. When that game comes out I am buying it and recording/streaming it.

So help me.

Gosh, I might end up doing fanart and crossover art. Fear me I am loving the onslaught of new games.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

A tiny girl wearing a little blue bonnet and dress covered in ruffles and lace holds out a handful of candy to the young boy. "I have saltwater taffy. Do you want some? Maman gave me too much." (TOSSING IN AN ALT BABBY ANNA AU AT BABY BUTCH)

// @dragonskxn

Butch had only had saltwater taffy maybe once or twice in his short life, usually given to him by kind folks in town he would run errands for. But to just be given such a treat out of the blue? He’s over the moon!

“Saltwaters taffys?! Gimmegimmegimme!” The child eagerly accepts the hand full and shoves what he can into his pocket; one of them he works at removing the wrapper before popping it into his mouth with a smile and chewing eagerly.

“Mmm! Thas’ gooooood! She make ‘em ‘erself?”

[stinkrascal]

dont think i’ll be able to finish editing n begin posting the vlad/brie backstory reprisal by the 31st like i hoped i would 🤒

[good-beans]

hi beans!!! I saw your tags on my poll and I have to ask... Murder Swap AU for milgram??? 👀👀👀👀

I am very intrigued and I don't know if you've mentioned it somewhere before but I'd love to learn more about it if that's okay!! 💜

(also random side note thank u for ur lovely comments about my ocs they make me smile so much awawaaa okay bye--)

Ahhh yes!! ☺️Thanks for asking wahh, I didn't realize people would be curious ;-; Unfortunately it's not any kind of fully fleshed out au story or anything, just something that I have one post about and personally bounce around in my head a lot. It's a fun character exercise for me, seeing what's core to a character, what's a core to a crime, and the similarities/differences between the prisoners. It was supposed to have fun art for it, but somebody keeps putting it off *gives myself a pointed look*

The original post is here, though this has nudged me to make some updates! With their new videos, I now know more to modify Shidou/Mahiru's. It was necessary because of the ages, but I wasn't satisfied with Kotoko's, so I gave her another one here. And Kazui/Haruka's changed now that I have a clearer idea of Kazui's crime. (I know Cat isn't out yet but when I wrote the first post I thought Kazui's murder had been neglect-based -- he left his wife in the path of danger and wasn't there to help because they'd drifted apart. Now that I've looked deeper into his story I see it's different...)

Doctor Mahiru is very much the same, except this time she did start her family with her boyfriend/now husband -- she has the older daughter and younger son she always dreamed of. They're like a picture out of a magazine, or her romance novels. The perfect happy family. And then the accident strikes, and she has sixteen days to make a choice to save one of them by sacrificing another. She was also taking organs from patients prior to this, but saw everything through her painfully optimistic lens. She was saving lives. She was the perfect mother, perfect wife, perfect doctor. It isn't until she does the same to her own family that she realizes what a horrible act she's been committing.

Shidou is deeply and madly in love with his girlfriend he met when moving to the city, but he still has a tendency for deception and distraction. (He mentions in one of his questions that his wife takes charge with a lot of the care at home and he relies on her) in the au, he'd be equally reliant on her but always painting things perfectly. He twists truths and hides mistakes to convince her everything is perfect, even though she's struggling with her own pain and seeing the cracks in their relationship. He hears her mention suicidal thoughts, but buries them -- and any trace of negativity -- with grand stretched truths of how perfect everything is. He ignores the signs until it's too late.

(Half the fun is the aesthetic swapping, but I realized that Shidou's also works if he was still a doctor lol. He's so caught up in monitoring her physical health every time she complains of struggling, but doesn't take into account her mental strain. He treats her like a patient, only looking at physical symptoms, misleading her and himself about the reality of her emotions)

So yeah, I originally needed Kotoko to swap with Yuno since the other girls are too young (and Mahiru was already taken). Still, it felt weird removing her drive for justice, especially seeing how Harrow/Deep Cover hints that she lives for this purpose alone. I realized she could be cool to swap with Shidou -- and she protects the weak by saving everyone no matter the cost. She believes in her heart that the ends justify the means every time. She will be the fang for those who can't advocate for themselves, that's justice to her. I've seen some theories about lost family members as the wolves in her mv, so it would be those people in her "pack" that she kills/saves to make her second guess her work.

Haruka always had trouble expressing his emotions. Though his parents weren't outright abusive, they didn't know how to deal with any neurodivergence in their children, and couldn't help him when he had trouble communicating. They force him to take up theater in school to help him open up, but it only makes him better at acting and hiding his true self. He's awkward and shy, but found that lying could save him from many unwanted circumstances. He constantly lies to his sister as he grows more distant from his family. She discovers the shocking truth to one of these, leading to an emotional confrontation. After so much time bottling himself up, hiding behind masks, the only way he manages to communicate is in an explosive way, and the accident ensues.

And okay, I said it jokingly at first, but I actually think it'd work if Es and Jackalope swapped. The knowledgeable voice of the project is calm and serious. Es remains mysterious, and tells us to take our duty very seriously. But of course we haven't 100% done that -- an anime's fandom is definitely better portrayed by the cheeky rabbit willing to make judgements for whatever personal reasons come to mind first

[springsteens]

I got my period but I'm actually quite excited because I bought some premium pads for the first time in my life because they were on sales and I just want to test them lmao like how old do you have to be to be excited about such things