#but cripes...

[paepaerest]

and more of him, my beuaitiful gorginas

[unrelatedsideblog]

In fanfic you two would take full advantage of being alone🙄

[nerianasims]

My husband just came into the room and told me, "In her ongoing campaign to have everyone's attention on her at all times, Joanne Rowling has posted a flurry of tweets making fun of the concept of asexuality."

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I was the anonymous one who asked the question about the manga. What I meant was that I find it very strange that they didn't have the flirting scene with Yuuken but did have it with Yuuna (the female yuu). There was also no flirting scene with Yuuta, the third Yuu... don't you think that's unfair? And the first encounter with Malleus ALSO happened with a female Yuu! and although Yuuka didn't give him input or anything like that...(in fact, she seemed indifferent) still...and not only that, have you seen how Jamil corners Yuuna to hypnotize her? It looks like a scene straight out of a yandere shoujo manga or something. My question is...why does this happen with a female Yuu (even in-game Yuu) but not a confirmed male Yuu?

Oh no I get you, sorry if I came off mean.

Though I still do somewhat stand by her actually having more personality to her compared to the others still but also let's be real we know the real reason: most the twst Fandom is cishetwomen yumeshippers.

A lot of people in the Yumeshipper/ x Canon have been known to be unbelievably toxic. People were angered when Yuuken first came out because they thought it crushed their dreams of a female Yuu/OC so they can ship their OC and also "they can't be gay!!!" And all. Which is funny given most villians were made by fruit cakes but I digress.

I have gotten harassment for being a masc blog before. I have seen anons harassing people shipping their ocs because THEIR oc is dating them and also they wouldn't like their oc!! And if the Yuu is male/trans they'd prob add "they won't like boys anyways" or "why would they date a trans person" << actual stuff I've seen when i was new to the fandom

Then all the OC shippers that basically say "MY OC is the best for this character no one comes close!!" The POC Yuu dislike. People harassing Yuus for being Mary Sue's (and if so who fucking cares jesus). Or a lot of puritan fans that can't belive you made deuce curse (even though the JPN version has a lot of cursing). Or make Ace say some dumb middle school level flirt/sex joke without people calling you weird or clutching pearls.

Yuuma having more chemistry with these characters helps ensure the majority of the fandom that their ocs are fine.

Seriously. This is someone coming from the mother fucking Transformers Fandom. The fandom that thrives and encourages self shipping. The series that regularly has self inserts by the authors (and the fact they're so good the fandoms loves them and is happy for the author). I love seeing self ships and x ocs. I think it's nice.

If you're genuinely getting jealous over pixels, I think you may need to unplug for a bit examine yourself. Especially if you're harassing people over them. At what point do you realize the insanity of what you're doing.

Shit likes this kills fandoms and it's content makers. Good luck getting fics and art in an environment like it.

Anyways this got ranty my bad and you're free to disagree. I'm just a bit tired of modern fandoms and the influx of fandom police.

I hope to see more boy kissing implications in the future and if not fandom exists

Also can we stop tagging x oc as x reader. Cmon man

[j-jonah-jameson-official]

has anybody ever told you ur so real jjj

REAL?! OF COURSE I’M REAL!! WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS?! A COMIC BOOK OR SOMETHING!!

LUNATICS! THE LOT OF YOU!!

[thefastestclockintheuniverse]

Jane: Jake. Be quiet.

Jake: just the longest, loudest, most flatulent bout of mouth diarrhoea known to man.

[delicateartisantrash]

Author Update

yoooooo

Thank you all for being so patient with me

I'm chomping at the bit to write and there's just been so much going on, I've squeaked it between tasks and also taking time to rest myself so i don't burn out either on writing or in general

I wanted to take some time to thank you all for supporting and encouraging me; i really feel like i can Make This Work.

Some good news to share!

Fester (though he's understandably less pleased about it) got his snip snip appointment done at the Purple Cat Clinic, so we no longer have to worry about kittens between the siblings @.@ he's already a few days healing from the surgery and doing very well.

I talked with my parents today, about a decision I've come to realize I'd where i want to go with my life; i want to move out on my own with my Symbiotes. Get away from the crazy parts of our blood family and all the drama and issues, have my own sanctuary space, etc. i moved back in with my mom after only a few years living on my own due to health reasons and my first home water highschool being infected with black mold, and it's been... Gosh, YEARS since that and this is the first time in a long ass while i feel truly confident I'm healed enough i can stand on my own two feet again, with some very strategic help along the way.

I've started the application for disability again and this time, i think I've found a lawyer firm willing to truly help me with my case and all the complications of applying ;w; i have no idea what they think i will qualify for but I'm hoping it will help in the long run, but i know better than to rely on it or count on it-- i don't know what the future holds

So I'm really going to be focusing on my art, and the pewter. Something i was already focusing on, but i feel like i have such a more clear direction than the aimless and helpless feeling of "make enough money that relatives don't kick us out of the house we've already paid over 50,000 into in mortgage payments"

Making enough money to pay for the far more reasonable mortgage of a humble house and property just big enough to support my tiny little family and a garden, is much more concrete in my head.

I'm really hoping they'll be supportive of that-- they being my aunt and uncle. I think they'll be relieved, honestly, to be free if this place since it's been a headache to them. I don't agree at all with how they've taken that out on us or how they've changed the original arrangement and the like.. but i like to hope they at least be decent enough to realize this would be good for all of us if we are discerning and conscious in our choices and selling the property and house to New ownership

I'm hopeful that us taking the reins as it were and deciding to move from this property we all like living at but are being dragged down by, will mean we have a better chance of leaving on good terms and in safer financial status than if our "landlords" decide to make that choice for us.

I love it here. i love it so much.

I'm also working really hard to keep my heart open enough to love anywhere else just as deeply, too, no matter how painfully it fractures leaving this land and the trees to someone else's hands and designs. I'm kinda hopeful we may even be able to sell to a conservation group.... That'd be freaking amazing, honestly. This house would make an epic little staff building for housing field researchers and storing equipment to manage said land.

So we'll see what shakes out in the future, but.... Yeah. Lots going on in my life and it's eaten into my writing time quite a bit, but I'm still writing and trying really hard to get some chapters ready to publish for this month ;v; thank you for sticking with me even though my pace has slowed on some projects because I've had to increase energy put towards others.

I dunno if I'll stay in my state or move outside it yet.... Really, that'll all depend what my finances and prospects look like when The Time Comes. I like Minnesota for many reasons, but also it has the best health insurance and assistance for low income people in basically the entire United States, and I've really benefited from that even as shitty as many of my medical experiences have been. It ain't perfect here but it's still damn good for what i can get. Gosh i sound like Lightshow defending Kaon sometimes. "Yeah the winters try to kill you and so does summer okay and also Spring and-- okay yes my state is Very Deadly but it's also very pretty i swear"

In the meantime, the possibilities are wide open, and I'm focusing on shaving down my belongings to what i truly need and am willing and able to haul and take care of, and my Symbiotes come first on that list.

[lesspopped]

further reducing my social media use for the sake of my blood pressure

[evolutionsvoid]

One of the legends of the Teraknon and their terrible reign centered upon the town of Akoma, a bustling hub of trade within the scablands. It sat within a scar that cleaved deep into the earth, the natural walls of this canyon serving as perfect barriers against weather and bandits. Nestled safely within, it would become an oasis to many traders and merchants, finding it the perfect place to rest as they traveled the routes. In time, the location of Akoma made it vital to many trade lines, and it grew into a thriving city of commerce. The canyon and clefts that radiated from it quickly became busy roads, with countless carts and carriages going to and fro. With the place being a haven of merchants, it naturally got along well with the Miteras, whose entire faith served as a profitable customer. Her desires and lavish parties knew no bounds, and thus it eagerly gobbled up entire shipments of food, drink and drugs. Akoma saw great business in working with the Mother of Monsters, with some saying that several of its expansions were practically paid for by her big spending. However, money doesn’t always guarantee loyalty, and any business is loath to pass up on other promising clients… 

As the Church of Divine Wealth grew and fought with the Mother of Monsters, it gained itself a fair share of power. And also funds. The need for supplies and routes naturally led them to Akoma, who grew quite interested in this golden faith. If a deal could be struck, even more wealth would flow into this city. Providing for two of the largest faiths around would make them rich beyond their wildest dreams, and would cement the town as a shining star amongst the other trade settlements. They were quick to jump upon the opportunity, but were sure to keep this deal secret. No doubt the Mother of Monsters would be furious to learn of this detail, so best to leave this business to the shadows. For a time, Akoma profited immensely from this double dealing, providing for both sides of this religious war. But one day, a merchant of the golden faith let the word slip near the wrong ears, and the news was quick to reach Miteras. Realizing the city had been supporting the wretched Church while lying to her at the same time made her irate. Such dealings were unacceptable, and this backstabbing business would be thoroughly punished. The people of Akoma didn’t realize the jig was up until the roads to their city were suddenly consumed in black tendrils, and a great being rose from the earth to seal them into this tomb. Gnash, daughter of Miteras, had arrived to dole out her Mother’s new “sanctions.” 

Being within a series of canyons, Akoma relied on these passes to get in and out. But with the appearance of Gnash, all but one of these routes was blocked off by a web of black crystalline “hair.” While some thought these tendrils could be bypassed, they quickly learned the cost of such attempts. These tangles were not made of ebon hair, but instead many tiny Black Bile crystals. Each shard was almost imperceptible in size, but razor sharp and easily able to dig into flesh. Those who came in contact with any of these tendrils would find dozens of these horrid crystals breaking off into their skin and burrowing deep. Any who tried to climb through or around these walls were shredded to ribbons, and even those who were quick to give up were scarred for life. Blades and humors failed to break through, often knocking loose hundreds of microscopic shards that would go flying into the air. Woe be to those who breathed them in, as it ripped the lungs apart and caused many attackers to drown in their own Blood. It became very apparent that these roads were impossible to escape through, which left only one route in and out of Akoma. But this path had something far different guarding the way…

Standing in the way of the only road to Akoma was Gnash, a strange being who acted like a living castle gate. Her body was immense and distorted, like two statues of Black Bile fused together. It would make sense that she was conceived with a shaft carved from these crystals. Though she appeared to have limbs, these were frozen in place. The only real body part that moved was her hair, with a few loose tendrils undulating as if moved by breeze. The rest of them were embedded in the canyon walls, where they burrowed to all the other roads and sealed them tight. Even on the path she blocked, her hair covered the sides around her to ensure none could get past without her permission. There was only one way to get in and out, and that was through her vile jaws. Gnash’s body was split completely in two, bisected by a disgusting fleshy maw. While the rest of her body was made of Black Bile crystals, her black teeth were held in by wet, pulsating gums. From this moist flesh erupted a terrible array of crystal fangs, sharpened spikes that could easily skewer and shred prey. But despite having a mouth the size of her body, she did not devour people at random. She was the gatekeeper of Akoma, and she had some requirements for those who wished to pass through. 

While she stood vigilant as guard, her body mouth would remain clamped shut. Combined with her razor sharp hair, there was no way to get past her. The only way to do that was to approach from either side and seek permission from her. Four eyes would stare down upon you, and from out of nowhere, an echoing voice would speak. Gnash would only let people with the blessing of her Mother to travel without harassment, but that didn’t mean it was impossible for others. For the traitorous citizens of Akoma, or any strangers who didn’t pledge themselves to Miteras, she would offer them a riddle. If one could solve the puzzle she presented, she would open her body wide and let them pass through, her frozen body sliding apart unnaturally. However, how far someone got through this fleshy gate depended solely on if they got the answer right. Indeed, she opened up for any who offered a solution to her riddle, but only those who guessed correctly would make it through alive. For those who failed, Gnash would slam her toothy halves back together as they walked between, reducing them to a cloud of gore as her maw crushed them. It was a horrid spectacle to behold, and an all too common one, as it turned out her riddles were incredibly difficult. This is why she was known as The Perplexing One.

Having closed all roads to Akoma and standing as its eternal keeper, Gnash’s purpose was to starve the traitorous settlement and bring all opposing trade to a halt. The only supplies that moved were ones carried by Miteras’ own people, and it was purely exporting. She would drain away its goods and leave the inhabitants inside to suffer as penance for their greed. Traders who tried to bring resources in would be halted by Gnash, with all who tried her game perishing in her jaws. Citizens who tried to flee would meet the same fate, with only a handful succeeding in beating her puzzles and gaining freedom. It was these lucky few that ran to the Church to beg for help. Someone had to defeat Gnash and free Akoma from her control. With knowledge that this Teraknon seemed largely immobile, essentially being a carnivorous door, soldiers were dispatched in hopes of an easy kill. However, her Black Bile crystals proved too tough for mortal weapons to break, and efforts to slay her failed. Attempts were made to get supplies through to the starving population within, but every guess to her strange riddles was met with a bloody end. 

It once again fell upon the Six Fingers of God to deal with this Teraknon threat, with Amah riding out to the pass where Gnash stood tall. She carried her trusty spear with her, but had to wonder if it would do anything against this puzzling slab. She reached the road where Gnash waited, seeing scatterings of abandoned carts and broken weapons. The Teraknon herself was surrounded by rotting parts and old blood stains, the only evidence of those who perished to her jaws. The four eyes on this side of her body locked onto Amah, and her interest could be seen when she spotted the golden affiliation. No doubt Amah’s demise would be a great victory for this Teraknon, as Miteras would no doubt reward any child who claimed the life of one of the Fingers. However, Gnash could not kill her unless she accepted the challenge, so there was safety there. But unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any other option besides taking her riddle, as obviously she couldn’t be killed by conventional means. Amah would have to play the game if she wanted a chance to end it for good. 

The golden Finger strolled up the living gate, noting the four eyes that beamed down at her. The dripping maw was sealed shut, barring her way. So Amah spoke to the black guardian and let it be known that she wished to travel to Akoma. The cold, echoing voice responded, telling her that she could only pass if she solved a riddle. Seeing no other choice, Amah agreed to the game. She asked for the puzzle, and Gnash said this:          

“What makes no sound, yet walks around, is dark yet lighter than air, upon the farthest horizon makes its lair?” 

Silence remained after the riddle was spoken, as Amah was busy pondering these words. The Perplexing One’s puzzles were incredibly challenging, and few ever solved them. With the wisdom of Ichor at her side, though, Amah was sure she could figure out the answer. There were several minutes of quiet, as she ran the words through her head and Gnash patiently waited. Eventually, the Finger had the solution.

“A bird!” was what she told Gnash, and a pleased rumble ran through the crystalline figure. The Perplexing One pulled her body open, revealing the path ahead. With the way clear, Amah was free to continue on towards the imprisoned city within. She walked between the two halves of Gnash, through the gates of quivering flesh and twitching black teeth. But as she passed between, the Teraknon’s two halves surged toward each other. In the blink of an eye, the toothy maw had slammed shut, the impact so powerful it sounded like thunder through the canyon. Gnash let out an echoed chuckle, happy to have crushed one of the Church’s proud Fingers in her jaws. Her moment was ruined, though, when her eyes noticed Amah still standing in front of her. The Finger was alive and in one piece, the only sign of anything different from before was her annoyed tone. 

“What was that for?” Amah asked, sounding both confused and a bit irritated. Odd for someone who had nearly been reduced to paste a mere moment ago. Gnash was a bit thrown by this, as none had ever escaped her jaws before. Conversations never went beyond that point, so it was an awkward moment for her as she scrambled to recover. 

“Your answer was incorrect,” was the simplest thing to say. “Those who cannot solve it cannot pass.” Amah let out an annoyed groan, while Gnash tried to keep her nervous energy to herself. Prey had escaped her clutches, what was she to do now? Thankfully, the Finger had an idea. 

“Then can I try again? Your riddles are really hard, but I think I can get the right answer this time.” It was another shock for Gnash, as she didn’t expect one who had been so close to death to wish and challenge it again. But if this golden warrior was sincere in their want to give it another go, then it worked perfectly for her. She nodded to the request. “Very well, you may try once more.” Amah returned to her puzzling, thinking long and hard on what could be the answer. It took slightly longer than the first time before, but she at last came to a decision.

“The night!” was her guess, and so Gnash opened herself up once more. There was hesitation to Amah’s approach this time, clearly wondering if she had gotten the right answer. Gnash was hesitant as well, not wanting to miss her chance to devour her prey. She waited just a bit longer, so that Amah was past the point of no return. When it seemed the Finger was confident she had been correct and was safe, then Gnash slammed her halves together. Such speed and force! The wretched warrior couldn’t have escaped this time! Except…she did. Amah had thrown herself backwards the moment the jaws began to move. With impossible reflexes, she had avoided instant death once more. Gnash shuddered at the sight, so distraught that her own crystalline skin began to crack. 

“That really wasn’t the answer?” was the nonchalant response to this near death experience. Gnash didn’t even respond, still staring down at Amah in bewilderment and worry. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The still alive Finger didn’t seem too bothered by the scenario, as she asked for a third chance to answer the riddle. Gnash didn’t know what else to do, so she granted this request once again. A long pause to think, and then the next answer came: “A shadow!”

Gnash slowly opened her body, her mind racing on how to dispatch this annoying warrior as quickly as possible. The last time she had escaped the obsidian jaws, Gnash had waited too long it seemed. This time, the Finger wouldn’t get the chance to prepare for the attack. The second Amah took a step between the slavering halves, Gnash sprung into action. But once again, this failed to catch her, as Amah dodged back and avoided the slamming jaws by mere inches. Gnash wanted to scream, but she could not afford to show weakness. She kept her maw locked shut, and merely waited in silent agony for the Finger to respond. Her body quivered and cracked with uncertainty, having no idea how to continue with this charade. 

“Wrong again, huh?” Amah let out a disappointed sigh. “Well, in that case, I guess I don’t get to pass.” Gnash just nodded. “So what is the answer anyway?” The Perplexing One froze at these words.

“I cannot reveal the answer,” was her dismissal, eager to end the subject. But the golden warrior didn’t accept it. 

“C’mon, I gave you three perfectly good answers and you said they were all wrong. I think I at least deserve to know what the real one is!” The Perplexing One began to shiver and quake, her body rattling and cracking as nervous energy flooded her form. She held her tongue and looked away, unable to face the demanding warrior. 

“You can give me a new riddle when I come back, just tell me the answer to this one!” Gnash continued to remain silent, but her flesh began to crumble and split from the stress. “I promise I won’t tell anyone, I just want to know how you solve this riddle!” She refused once more, and kept doing so as Amah kept asking. But with each push from the Finger, her body deteriorated more and more, her panicking mind sabotaging her physical form. Amah grew more incessant and annoyed with each press, amplifying the anxiety more and more. Gnash was falling apart, cornered by these demands. If only she could answer the warrior and get them to leave, but she couldn’t. She was trapped in an impossible scenario, and Amah secretly knew it. The Ichor had whispered the true answer to this riddle from the very beginning, and it was the very reason why The Perplexing One was panicking right now: there was no answer. 

Little did everyone else know that Gnash’s cryptic messages and clever words were all a ruse. The riddles she asked people were ones that had no answer to them, they were impossible to solve. The few times someone did “win” was when she pretended they got it right and let them pass unharmed. This was to ensure people felt they had a chance and thus marched themselves into her jaws. It also helped spread word to others who would come to try and free these trapped civilians, unaware that they were doomed the moment she presented the question. She had built up a facade through her words and cool confidence, making people assume she was a being of absolute knowledge. Her speech sounded wise, her riddles sounded smart, but few would ever assume that this game of wits was rigged from the very beginning. And by crushing every loser in her jaws, no one could ever challenge her on it. It was simply assumed they got it wrong and died for the failure. But now that Amah had survived thrice and was now pressing for the solution, the grand illusion was in peril. It was clear that the Finger was not going to leave til she got an answer, but there wasn’t one to give. However, Gnash could not admit this, as this truth would bring her entire plan and reputation to ruin.   

However, she could not withstand Amah’s relentless badgering for long, as the stress of it was fracturing her body. It was when the golden warrior directly asked if there was even any answer, Gnash had to finally do something. 

“Very well, persistent one, I will tell you the answer” she conceded. “But I do not wish for any others to learn this, so please come closer so I may whisper the true solution to you.” Amah gave a smug look of victory and came forth to receive her prize. She walked up close to the shuddering entity, and that was when Gnash enacted her desperate ploy. Needing to kill Amah at all costs to protect her secret, The Perplexing One tipped her entire body over in hopes of crushing the warrior. With the Finger lured in close, she would be flattened by these crystalline slabs. But Amah hadn’t been fooled for a second, knowing that this was a trap from the beginning. As the Black Bile Teraknon teetered over, she planted her spear into the ground and dove for an opening amongst the statue’s crumbling limbs. Amah was safe as Gnash slammed her entire body onto the earth, but The Perplexing One was not. With Amah’s spear firmly lodged in the ground, Gnash wound up throwing her entire weight onto the weapon. The blade found one of the cracks in her failing armor and pierced straight through. She perished upon impact, her body breaking into shards as the life left her body. The horrid gateway was destroyed, resulting in the many tendrils barring the way disintegrating into black dust. And with that, the trade town was freed from its crystalline prison.     

The tale of Gnash’s impossible riddles and demise would be used as a lesson for the masses on the deceit of Miteras and her brood, while also painting the Church as heroic and wise. The Mother of Monsters is an abomination of lies and facades, while the Church sees through such illusions and frees folk from the shackles of desire. And with her death, Akoma was eternally grateful to the ones that saved them from this slow demise. They would pledge themselves to the Church and provide resources to only them. Their contracts with Miteras were shredded, and they vowed never to send a single morsel her way ever again. It was indeed as the Church had hoped, pleased with their reward of being the heroes. The town even erected an arch of black and gold over the very spot, its intricate design depicting Amah’s victory over the monstrous liar. Gnash’s body would be harvested for its Black Bile shards. Many of the smaller pieces would be carved into arrowheads for the coming battle against Miteras, while the two largest pieces were fashioned into giant tablets. These were used to carve the Church’s greatest commandments on, a symbol of their beliefs and laws. These massive slabs remain to this day, found in the holy capital where they bear these divine words for all to see.  

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Another favorite of the kids for me! Love her design. That there is one big monster Gnash. A real gateway of smash. You'll die in a flash. Yeah, she's just a monster ga-

[redstringraven]

endure {pgs 1&2 // 16} || >>

a short-ish comic that takes place not long after traximus was thrown into the arena. i'm forcing myself not to clean it up too much; we're having fun, here. ...--well, we are. trax sure isn't.

[magazinewankersworld]

Gallery, July 1993

[berestweys]

finally had time to watch episode 8

*rattling the bars of my enclosure*

RAMILPAYTAI

i'm DEAD

[rabdoidal]

i keep going to crushpost but they follow me on all my social medias this is a nightmare. is this why people journal

[ca-dmv-bot]

Customer: SHUCKS, DARN IT DMV: CRIP FOR GANG Verdict: ACCEPTED

[bloodstainedlamb]

Another fucking thing in "Sakizuke" is the part where Kade Prurnell visits Will in the BSHCI and tells him that the FBI's stance on his case is that he was already a murderer, and he conspired with his neurologist to "cultivate" his own illness as a smokescreen, then killed said neurologist to cover his tracks.

There was no evidence that Will killed Sutcliffe, Kade, what the fuck.