#and so it ends

[starrynightsoversunflowers]

Tma Avatars Part 3 👁️

Part 1 • Part 2

[magnificent-winged-beast]

And that's how they killed our show, just before it began.

Thank you to the ones that joined me in our Therapy Room on Kast.

@zevbaldwin @sketching-fox @rennerator @denticulateblooms @drulalovescas and the ones I can't find on tumblr. ☺♥

[eljeebee]

Farewell, Sidera (For the Last Time) Part 4

The Vatore siblings had brought Sid and Louie back to San Sequoia.

“I’m sorry – ” Lilith started.

“I don’t want to see her again!” Sid gritted her teeth. Her head was pounding. From the bite? Or from the events that occurred today? She doesn’t know. “She’s not the aunt I know anymore! Tell her not to come to me anymore. She’s not my family anymore. I’m Sidera Harper. Not a Swanson or anything! Sidera Harper!”

Louie gently held her hand, “Come on, let’s go home.”

“Does it still hurt?” Louie asked, as they entered Sid’s room. “Your neck.”

“It’s healed.”

“Do you want me to get you anything?”

Sid only stood there.

“Sid – ?”

He caught her as her knees buckled.

Sid wrapped her arms around her folded legs, her head resting on the arms round her. She let out a shaky breath. Louie embraced her tightly.

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[fallloverfic]

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Fandom: Castlevania: Nocturne (Cartoon)

Relationships: Mizrak/Olrox, Olrox & Alucard

Tags: mid-canon, post-canon, developing relationship, angst with a happy ending, POV Olrox, canon typical violence, more tags on Ao3

Summary: Olrox finds more than he expects in France, and tries to stop himself from getting too attached to Mizrak. It doesn't work.

You reluctant demon, Chapter 12: Onward (complete, 36,330 words)

Final chapter!!

[theblackestofsuns]

"And So It Ends"

Fantastic Four #86 (May 1969)

Stan Lee, Jack Kirby and Joe Sinnott

Marvel Comics

[creepy-not-crawly]

And so it gets worse. I swear he's trying to tank it at this point.

[thetwelfthcrow]

https://x.com/fiagirly/status/1728060456282022139 “the other one” 😭😭😭

i mean this is what lewis had said too lmao. the shade of calling christian 'the other one' should only fuel hornwolff shippers hehe

[ask-dreamtalia]

tbh I dont blame ya death. it must be an incredibly cruel existence, forced to do this over and over- especially since you remember it when from what I understand the others dont

It never changes... it never ends.... it never ends...

It never ends.

[sarcasticdolphin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Elisabeth - Levay/Kunze Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rudolf von Österreich-Ungarn | Rudolf Crown Prince of Austria/Der Tod | Death (Elisabeth) Characters: Der Tod | Death (Elisabeth), Rudolf von Österreich-Ungarn | Rudolf Crown Prince of Austria, Elisabeth von Österreich-Ungarn | Elisabeth of Bavaria, Luigi Lucheni Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Death, Murder, Mind control subtext, vaguely genocidal implications, More Death, Choking, Strangulation, Stabbing, I mean was there any other way for this to end? Series: Part 17 of Mirrorverse Summary:

From a shot that would change the world, or so the saying goes. But it's not just a shot. It's so much more.

[spaceboxingpsycho]

wheezing laughing my ass off at USA getting potato medal (as we lithuanians call 4th place) from WC like the clown that i am (the clown that got annihilated by Latvia by 35 POINTS having achieved worst basketball performance in history of ever)

[brightmaiden]

LITERATURE MEME: [10 / 10] prose works  ≽ Biting the Sun by Tanith Lee

It's all real out there. It's all beautiful and real, and throbbing and singing and alive!

[antibioware]

[v-thinks-on]

“It is one thing to have the knowledge of spaceflight transmitted into my brain, but another thing altogether to experience it for myself.”

I clutch Watson’s arm as our small shuttlecraft lifts off from the New Scotland Yard shuttle bay. I know precisely how much force is being applied to the metal contraption, which is now rocketing us up through the atmosphere, into space, with a tremendous roar, but the knowledge is far from reassuring.

I know also that we sit in comparative comfort, in a vehicle much more spacious than a flying car, and it is only Watson, Lestrade, and I; a far cry from the tightly packed commercial spacecraft. I am at least grateful for the company, Watson beside me unflinching despite how tightly I squeeze his arm, as though that might somehow save me from the impossible force of escape velocity or the infinite vacuum of space.

“It’s not much further now,” Watson says encouragingly, though I can see the creases of concern across his brow.

“Just sit back and enjoy the flight,” Lestrade adds from across the aisle, reading a magazine as though she were back in the sitting room at Baker Street, or the Yard barracks. “You didn’t really think the sun revolved around the earth, did you?”

“Hardly, but nor had I ever paused to consider that my work might take me beyond the earth’s surface. However, I suppose it’s to be expected if one is to be the only consulting detective in the 22nd century.” I give Watson a smile which I hope inspires some measure of confidence and endeavour to lean back in my seat and watch the planet earth fade into the distance, but I hold on to his hand until we have reentered the gravity of the moon.

The moon is pale and rocky, as it ought to be, developed in the past century to include a handful of small habitable complexes aglow with artificial light, composed of smooth, angular metal, less uniform than the skyscrapers of New London, and crowned with large, transparent domes. The most prominent of these structures is a resort in high demand, but there are also more modest government installations hidden in the moon’s immense craters, as well as Moriarty’s hideout.

Once we are past the perilous reentry, gliding around the planet is not so different from flying in one of the vehicles on earth, but without the hazards of thick traffic or the tight rows of skyscrapers. Even in the busy 22nd century, there are still some wide open, quiet spaces, one just has to leave earth to get there.

We land in a hangar off of one of the smaller government installations. I don’t have long to savour the solid ground beneath my feet, as Lestrade hands me one of the environmental suits hanging on the spare metal wall. I pull on the bulky white jumpsuit.

“Consider yourself fortunate, Watson, that you have no need of one,” I remark from beneath an oblong, white helmet, though I know the spacesuit is far more comfortable than only a century before.

He gives me a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

“What are you waiting for?” Lestrade calls over, already in the driver’s seat of yet another vehicle; a moon buggy, with its large wheels for travelling over rocky terrain fixed firmly on the ground.

Watson climbs into the back and offers me a hand to help pull me up. I join Inspector Lestrade in the front.

With a final warning announcement, the hangar door slides open and all the air rushes out into the moon’s thin atmosphere, and we drive out onto the pale lunar surface. It is more barren than the most isolated landscape on Earth; powdery white rock as far as the eye can see. The light gravity makes every movement weightless, like moving through water. Even the buggy jolts lightly across the uneven ground as though it were a featherlight replica, remaining suspended in air just a little too long with each jump. Only Watson seems to adapt easily to the change, moving no differently than on Earth.

“The most recent ‘moon wolf’ sighting was around here,” Lestrade says once we’ve gone some ways. “If you’re right and it’s defending Moriarty’s hideout, then they shouldn’t be far away.”

Suddenly, Watson exclaims, “I say! Is that…” He’s staring out across the rocky landscape, peering farther than mere human eyes can see. “I daresay it is! Giant wolf at two o’clock, right on cue!”

Lestrade and I turn at once to see a small, dark speck upon the bright horizon, rapidly growing as it nears, outpacing our lumbering vehicle with ease. We do not have long to prepare for the assault. Lestrade pushes me into the driver’s seat as she draws her phaser and levels it at the advancing creature.

I know all there is to know about the mechanisms which drive the buggy, and what operations each lever performs, but it is another matter entirely to find myself at the wheel. We swerve and stutter as I endeavour to get my bearings.

“Watch it!” Lestrade yells, but it’s too late, as the giant wolf rams into the side of the vehicle, nearly knocking it over.

Watson gives a shout, and I turn without a thought for propulsion or steering or any obstacles that may lie ahead, to see him tumbling to the ground as though through water, the wolf ready to pounce.

“Watson!” I cry.

“Holmes, we’re gonna crash!” Lestrade snaps, drawing my attention back to the vehicle and its controls.

I pound my foot upon the gas and turn the wheel as far as it will go, and we swerve perilously away from the sheer wall of a small plateau, bouncing precariously along the ground. Beside me, I hear a volley of phaser blasts, answered by the snarling of a wolf.

If nothing else, I still have my capacity for reason; I try to keep the vehicle as steady as I can as I say, “If it’s truly a robotic wolf, then its joints should be its weak spot.”

“Roger that!” More phaser blasts erupt from beside me.

[nearly-mindless-nio-chan]

Homecoming

@heartofflame​

[redstonedust]

yknow AI art has ruined an entire genre of painting to me, i saw one of those smooth anime-realism pieces and immidiately thought ''ugh, AI art'' until i noticed it was posted by an established deviantart user 6 years ago. like ive never been a huge fan of that genre but it looks like a pretty difficult style to master and i feel bad for the artists who specialized in anime-realism only to have their entire market jacked by people typing keywords into midjourney.

[taffywabbit]

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled