#blood can burn

[words-on-pa-per]

“I’m a warrior. I’m meant to kill.”

“Yes, but aren’t you a human first? One that breaks a bit every time they hurt someone?”

[shortnotsweet]

In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley

“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”

Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.

Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.

It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.

[fairyfortalliance]

the imagery of no health regen…… wounded skin that doesn’t heal…. torn clothes….. burns…. scorch marks….. bite marks….. blood everywhere…… unraveling bandages…… oh…….

[lazycranberrydoodles]

COME ON GUYS DON'T LET DIANXIA DOWN

[thistleation]

ALSO.

I think it’s easy to underestimate the enormity of Beatrice’s decision to try and place the crown on Ava.

It happens in a flash, it’s followed by The Kiss (which is everything). I think some viewers might even have missed she was holding the crown at all.

And so much happens and events spiral so quickly, it’s easy to forget where in the story Beatrice stands at this point.

Beatrice does not know the specifics of Adriel’s plan. At this point in the story, the OCS’ best guess is Adriel will use the portal to bring through unlimited wraith demons. 

That’s the stakes for them: complete the mission or face a full on demon apocalypse. It’s literally “do this or the world ends.”

And Beatrice has lost so much. She’s lost Shannon just months ago, she’s lost Mary, Vincent betrayed them, to all appearances they’ve lost Lilith to Adriel for good. More of her closest family have died or abandoned her than not.

What more could the universe take from her?

And then the universe points at Ava and says “that one.”

You know those few months you got to spend away from the thick of battle? The short breath of time where you tasted life? Where you fell in love? Where you let yourself believe that — just maybe — happiness was possible? I want that. I want the person at the center of that, I want the one who gave you that.

Beatrice says no.

Putting the crown on Ava is not a discussion. It’s not a reassessment of the plan. It’s putting her unconscious to get her out. It’s aborting the mission.

The mission to save the world, where failure means wraith demons everywhere and most likely a literal apocalypse, and Beatrice says “No.”

Not if the cost is her.

Because how just is a world that keeps demanding this kind of suffering and sacrifice? There has to be another way for the world, because if there isn’t, she will not save it.

Not at this cost.

[petz5]

some warm ups bc i've been too busy to really sit and draw for several weeks and need to get out the Bad Art from my system

[saevus-brutalis]

target neutralized.

do not pin, reupload, copy, use or claim as your own, thanks.

[marclef]

here wanna see the one thing i DID manage to accomplish with my brain-dead no-internet self earlier

i got bored and booted up Paint 3D for the hell of it.

tiny little man.

also why does this program let you put Minecraft Nether Biome shaders on your models.

[chainsawmascara]

Idk man, I'm not bothered with aa, he's out here controlling the city and I'm sitting in his lap looking pretty bc I don't want r e s p o n s i b i l i t i e s. Go off, toxic king, hand me a goblet of blood and give me an allowance.

[iceinherheart-kissonherlips]

Jesus, he thinks, something is wrong with us, we are unwell, no one has ever felt any of this without destruction. Empires have fallen like this, he thinks, but it only makes him want her more, makes him look at his hands and think, My god, what a waste of time doing anything else but holding her. What a waste, and then he says aloud, JesusfuckingChrist what have you done to me? And she says, Kiss me.

He kisses her, thinks, Go on, ruin me. Wreck me, please. 

She kisses him back and she does. [x]

[rithmeres]

I WANT TO HUNT LIKE DAVID; I WANT TO KILL ME A GIANT MAN 1) levi as caravaggio's "david with the head of goliath" 2) erwin as michelangelo's david 3) hange as bernini's david 4) reiner as turchi's "david with the head of goliath" 5) armin as caravaggio's "david and goliath" 6) gabi as ferrier's "david victorious over goliath" 7) mikasa as novelli's "david with the head of goliath"

[lilacthebooklover]

here's hoping canon doesn't end up shipping any of the fallen heroes with each other because i've already built up an entire found family sibling dynamic for their past selves inside of my head. eternal sugar's the youngest, mystic flour the oldest (shadow milk may seem like the leader atm but his middle child energy is THERE). silent salt takes on the responsibility of keeping the group out of trouble (it's tricky, but they've grown accustomed to their friends' antics). burning spice declares themselves the others' biggest protector (they will throw hands with anyone who so much as glances at their siblings friends the wrong way). eternal sugar & shadow milk are so good at making everyone smile and laugh but also they're absolute gremlins who can and will start a ridiculously extreme prank war on a whim (shadow is not subtle in the slightest and cackles at the top of his lungs, sugar plays innocent while sporting the most devious smirks known to cookiekind). mystic flour is like a mentor to the younger four, the glue that holds them together and the light that guides them towards staying on the right track. spice & shadow regularly fight each other on and off their training grounds as a weird way to show affection, flour & salt pretend to be exasperated but find it endearing, they all value each other so much and share a house together while still protecting earthbread. they're entirely platonic and entirely family and until their soul jam corrupts, they care about each other more than anything <33

[typewriter-worries]

The Danger of Writing Defiant Verse, Dorothy Parker

[tennessoui]

In your new fic, how dark is Anakin really? I know he Falls when Obi-Wan goes missing/runs off to Melida/Daan, but even the flashbacks before that make him sound pretty dark for a Jedi even if Obi-Wan doesn't see it

good question!

i think anakin is pretty not ok even before he Falls - he's twenty years older than obi-wan in this fic so that's twenty whole years to fuck around, be manipulated by palpatine, train ahsoka and then have her leave the Order anyway, etc etc

in one of the first iterations of this fic, i wanted anakin to be dark/Fallen the very first time he meets Obi-Wan and I think a lot of that is still present in the final fic, in that first flashback when obi-wan is sparring with chun and it gets out of hand. anakin is watching and anakin is appreciative that it got so out of hand, that obi-wan bit and drew blood from another padawan, that he fell so easily into his darker instincts.

so what if obi-wan had had a master by then?? anakin wanted him as his apprentice the moment he saw him fighting, some scrappy feral initiate whose mind relented so easily to anakin's Force touch.

if obi-wan had already been chosen by a different master, i'm like 90/10 certain that master would very suddenly and unexpectedly die. it's war after all. tragedies happen.

[ami-fly]

[automatonknight]

a better guide to romance???

id: a digital drawing of gabriel from ultrakill. he is shown laying on his back from a top view. his legs are bent at the knees and he’s holding his hands together on his chest, he’s looking down and to the side, flustered. there’s blood pooling underneath him and there are a few splashes of it on his chest and head as well. behind gabriel’s head, there’s a bunch of rainbow hearts. the background is black. end id