#and a secret third thing

[unhinged-as-hell]

Love that the two reactions of sentryagent shippers are "MARVEL HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME LIKE WALKER???? AND MAKE ME SHIP SOMEONE WITH HIM????????" and "lol I never hated Walker. Anyway I love this ship now<33"

[ewwww-what]

They’re just on his mind, which could mean nothing

[crashtesting]

good morning to the 3 people in this fandom. woke up in the middle of the night to think about Victor Vale as Victor Frankenstein.

specifically the scene of Victor, alone, despairing, determined to revive Eli's cold, lifeless body.

it begins with ice and it begins with electricity.

then we have Victor faced with the monster he created by defying nature, by playing god, through sheer scientific hubris but also a desperate loneliness and an absurd, foolish little hope. Victor and his monster, doomed to chase each other in circles forever, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. blood drips from their hands. They were dead from the beginning and they'll haunt each other forever and no one else can ever understand.

and which one of them was the monster, again?

[redvalbit]

Ignoring all the remmick fics that make him into some daddy alpha dom cause he’s just not like that ❤️

[por0u]

While I'm active ART DUMP

Ignore how the pen type changed on the ciggy my 4 hours using the rich people perks ran out!!!

[valkyriellis]

Silly question, are you attracted to Jerma I'm just curious?

LOL ig it depends on how you define the word. Definitely not in the typical/expected way, I don't think. For example I wouldn't ever want to actually meet Jerma IRL.. beyond like a 10 second selfie or autograph fan interaction type thing at least.

Mostly just cause I can't really form that kind of real attachment to a person unless I actually know them, and none of us really KNOW Jeremy. Just jerma985. That's a whole stranger!!

But I'm very much attracted to watching jerma content and drawing his likeness :)

[ninesonline-main]

..uh oh.. I fear it is a Thing Now

Oh no

(hanging out w/ my boyf's girlf 💜)

(w/ gf's bf rn)

[sysmedsaresexist]

It’s been a while since I've been on your blog and I'm surprised to see you’re change in additude. As someone who's always been neutral toward endos and syscorse in general, I'm curious as to what changed your mind. Can you share or link me to a post where you did?

Welcome back! I made a post about it here, I hope you'll give it a read.

TL;dr I talked to Colin Ross and a bunch of other doctors and realized there were more pro endo trauma specialists than I could have imagined. This terrified me. I started researching the multiple selves theory and fell down a rabbit hole of philosophy and theories about consciousness and psychological anthropology. I sat on this info for like two+ years until I tried to correct another anti endo about dissociation and the community turned on me.

I've been spitefully pro endo since, but the goal of this blog has never changed.

Correcting misinformation about DID, and providing accurate resources to others.

And sometimes that means correcting misinformation about endogenic systems, too, and dropping an interesting article here and there, and just being nicer to people in general that are just trying to find words for their self perception and experiences.

I hope you'll stick around for a bit!

[zeebreezin]

7 Minutes to Daybreak, or a story of the past told through a pocket watch. Flash fiction below the cut because the formatting made it long (it’s all item descriptions!)

-> [Check]

A pocket watch, brand new and sparkling in the darkness. You bought it with your first proper paycheck down here - the first decent wage you’ve ever had, really. Each tick sounds like an opportunity.

-> [Check]

Oh god, is that the time? Nights of recruiting for the Commodore’s little project have absolutely destroyed your sleep schedule, it seems.

-> [Check]

Your pocket watch. The casing has gotten a little pockmarked by the sea spray - or Zee spray, as that’s apparently sticking around. It’s a small luxury, one of the few you have on this desolate rock. At least it’s almost over.

-> [Check]

The way the dawnlight catches off your watch's face is rather hypnotic. You’ve had to stow the old girl in your breast pocket, for now. It’s so easy to slip into the light these days. But there’s work to be done.

-> [Check]

Small carved notches circle the face of your pocket watch, dividing it into 7 minute intervals. Your partner’s gotten into the habit of claiming he can get what’s needed out of a poor soul in 7 minutes or less - so the notches have proven quite useful, recently.

-> [Check]

Your pocket watch, recently shined to a sparkling finish. It sits warmly in the pocket of your new coat - a symbol of a rank you never could’ve dreamed of on the surface. Not a spot of blood remains on the thing, anymore.

-> [Check]

You can still remember the day you bought this watch, uncertain of the amount of money you held in your hands. Would the man who bought it recognize you?

-> [Check]

The tarnished metal of your pocket watch now bears what are most definitely bite marks in the metal. Perhaps you shouldn’t have let your son play with the d__n thing after all.

-> [Check]

You have a meeting tonight. You shouldn’t be late.

-> [Check]

Your pocket watch, once again stained by the zeesalt. The lights of Varchas are a long way off, yet. You count the seconds.

-> [Inspect]

The Gregarious Commander’s pocket watch. It’s easier to identify than his body is, despite the damage to its casing. It’s done.

-> [Examine]

Your father’s pocket watch. They gave it to you at his funeral, and among the hymns and weeping, the soft sound of its mechanism gave you some comfort.

-> [Examine]

It’s very, very late. Even through this haze, the watch will tell you that. Would your father have disapproved? Laughed at you? Laughed with you? You don’t know.

-> [Examine]

There’s so many scratches on the watch’s casing. The Theatrical Technician offered to help you set the mechanism in some finer metal, once, but you never accepted.

-> [Examine]

26 hours, 45 minutes, and a handful of seconds have passed since they abandoned you. You’re not sure when you’ll stop counting. Maybe you never will.

-> [Examine]

Your father’s old pocket watch. You’ve taken to wearing it more openly as part of your disguise here in London. It’s not particularly in fashion, but the weight in your pocket keeps you steady.

-> [Examine]

You’ve run out of time, haven’t you?

-> [Examine]

The entire trip back home, you were hoping there’d be a sign. One last clue. Something you could use, a reason to beg to stay. There was nothing. You watch the minutes tick away.

-> [Examine]

The pocket watch lays scattered atop a half dozen blueprints and schematics, plans to birth the dawn into a true sun. You have nothing else, anymore.

-> [Examine]

Your father’s pocket watch. The light - light from the sun you built - that dances across its metal tastes like freedom.

-> [Examine]

A new mechanism sits inside your old pocket watch. A necessary evil, considering the time difference between here, New Winchester, and London proper.

-> [Examine]

It’s lonely, up here. Every hour feels an eternity.

-> [Examine]

Your eyes glance across your pocket watch as the crystalline agony courses through you. How long do you have left?

-> [Examine]

Something’s changed.

-> [Examine]

The old, tarnished metal of your pocket watch burns hot in your hand. Hearts beat to its tempo. Eyes blink to its tick. You can never let it go. You can never fall out of time. Never.

-> [Search]

You scan the debris of the once dreaded locomotive for anything of interest that might float by. A metal banded glass hand clasps a small, brass pocket watch in a death grip, despite it being completely severed from its owner’s body. The watch itself is nothing to write home about - despite a complex mechanism, the style is hopelessly out of date. Not to mention the fact that it’s horribly banged up. If it wasn’t for the fading correspondence scrawled into its case, it would be completely unremarkable. Yet, the symbol exudes an undeniable power, despite the mechanism going silent within. There is not a doubt in your heart - this belonged to the Scintillating Harbinger, the glass wracked menace of the skies you just struck down.

[Take it? - Y/N]

[loudn0isesart]

HAPPY PRIDE AND HAPPY 10 MONTH ANNIVERSARY TO ME AND MY PARTNER!!!!! 💚 🩷

Posted this on tiktok earlier but don't worry about it <3

Someone save me I'm terrible

[ultrainfinitepit]

Sketches of the companions! Bonus Charity and Penance.

[misdpelled]

I saw rougepino(peppino in rouge the bat's outfit) and knew what i had to do.

Also some small peppiblast for the soul :D

[triptychofvoids]

but you love your anons, don't you

if you didn't you wouldn't reply

after all, if we're bacteria, you can experiment on us

you love experiments

well there have been plenty of asks i havent answered and just deleted but... yes, of course. i do love the free test subjects and fresh specimens!

[kingcatnine]

I dont mean to get obsessed with potential gay relationships in every media I ever take interest in my problem. is that I have eyes and a heart

[sugarepoxy]

slimecicle has two moods: cryptid and serving cunt

[bigger-picture-darwinism]

i had a really profound tangential thought the other day about how i’ve noticed that when men meet me they see me as this quirky queer red haired girl and want me as more of an accessory than as a person and i can’t quite put it into words anymore but i remember that after the thought i was like “man i need to put this on tumblr” and then i didn’t