#came back and tried again

[generalfabulous]

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[noxious-fennec]

Snapshots of simpler times..

[seance]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE ❧ i bet on losing dogs.

[ratatatastic]

chirpy, chirpy~ like father like son i suppose

2024-25 Media Day | 9.18.24 (x)(x)

and absolutely delightful that colby kept up the inside joke yeah babey nothing like our beat and our cats opening up preseason hockey by being chirpy

[stellomiacis]

Revisiting my cat designs starting with the ancients YIPPEE

Individuals under cut

[moonkhao]

hi.

[kotakunnn]

Gals that will probably never see the light of day. ever maybe.

hello and goodnight, Penacony / Gallagher.

[wilyserpentofeden]

I wish Crowley was real so I could ask him how to brutally murder all fungus gnats in houseplants forever and always permanently with no possibility of return ever in the history of the world if anyone has Crowley level plant knowledge please advise if there is a solution to be rid of them even more effective than re-potting, checking for root rot, and thoroughly washing the pots or killing each one directly with my bare hands bc these horrible bastards keep coming back somehow and I'm soooooo fucking mad about it!!! Leave my baby succulents ALONE. OR ELSE.

[ifellintothestyx]

Never forget when Shen Qiao cut a man's tendons, basically crippling him in one hand.

He could have cut off the arm or the hand itself to achieve the same effect. No, he cuts the tendons. This is even more chilling when you know that Xuandu Mt. also teaches medicine. Shen Qiao knows the human body so well he can cut out a man's tendons while in combat.

[whatudottu]

I think I've stumbled into divine madness trying to draw a character that defies all I know about body proportions but god damn have a Blinkous Galadrigal that isn't sketch-

[shrews-art]

I could write a whole essay about how Victor Vale and Kell Maresh are two sides of the same coin, opposites yet somehow similar when it comes to their relationship with pain

[librarygf]

it’s just such a GOOD compelling choice that louis was the one to beg for claudia to be turned. it’s him who can’t accept her death, who clings to his humanity by taking hers away, who sees her as his salvation. and then there’s lestat who knows she’s too young, that louis is naive, that claudia will come to resent not having had a choice. and yet, he walks into it, and that’s the perfect tragedy. what did you think was gonna happen, his eyes say when claudia returns with charlie, dead. she will never grow up, and we did that to her. you don’t get this kind of life without paying a price for it

[evilkitten3]

i've seen some genuinely incredible designs for orochimaru's parents but i just wanna throw my own hc out to see if anyone else likes it:

they were two completely normal people. orochimaru was just born like that

[iicomet]

(In which he ponders over the final moments of his senior.)

(ooc? chungmyung and gn!reader - second pov, angst.)

    When did everything go so wrong?

  He knew that there would be losses in this fight— it was against the heavenly demon, after all. He was ready to watch his companions die before him, watch the way they take the last of their breaths and watch them lose their life fighting. He knew that that might be his own fate as well, but he knew he had to keep fighting.

  He just never expected your death to be one of the firsts.

  Your death was so stupid as well, to save someone else instead of your own life? Were you dumb? They could've saved themselves. He knew they were strong enough. You knew they were strong enough. You were strong enough to win.

  So why did you just go ahead and die? What made you give up on your own spirit and hesitate in a moment of war, even when you're the one who took this opponent for yourself? He couldn’t understand the train of your thoughts, and even after all those years spent trying, he never seemed to be able to.

  He wished he did, though.

  He watched the way your eyes widened briefly at the strike, your blood rushing out of your body with a splatter and draining your face of its color. The grip on your weapon loosened, but you still held onto it like it was your lifeline. You gritted your teeth, ignoring the way blood dripped down your own skin like it was sweat and rushed forward, swinging your weapon towards everyone but the person who struck you first. 

  It was a cinematic beauty. The dark skies and heavy atmosphere, your strong and undefeatable spirit, a light against dark situation. The way your eyes shone with so much determination, even if the same light was slowly disappearing with each passing moment. Your sword, once smooth and powerful, struck with force that seemed to be filled with pain and regret.

  He wonders, centuries later— was it your wounds that made you this way? Or was it the scars in your heart that had reopened the moment you saw your opponent, causing you to falter? 

  He sighs. He’ll never know.

  The words you mouthed to him at the last moment as well, the desperation and guilt over taking you as you still tried to reassure him in your final moments from afar. Stupid senior.

You’re the one hurt, not him.

You’re the one who’s surrounded with enemies, your strength depleting quickly, not him. 

  You’re the one dying, not him. 

So, so foolish. So, so reckless. So, so arrogant.

So, so foolish. So, so reckless. So, so arrogant.

 (He ignores the reminder of who he was truly describing at that moment.)

  Chung Myung blinks, his vision blurring despite the tears that welled up in his eyes. No, it’s just the rain. He doesn’t cry, he’s not weak enough to cry over matters like this. After all, he had just decapitated the heavenly demon, the one who took away his comrades, his Mount Hua, his senior.

  He huffed, the adrenaline rushing out of his system as the regret began to flood in. Ah, he really should’ve trained harder. He really should’ve listened. He wondered, what will become of Mount Hua after this? What will happen to everyone else? He worries, worries so much, but there wasn’t enough time to think.

  His eyes began to fail him, his body falling to the ground. It felt soft, despite the hardships the people below him had carried. At that moment, he thought he saw his senior, crawling over to him with tears in their eyes, weakly calling out to him. He thought he could feel their familiar warmth, hugging his slowly freezing body that was sticky with blood. 

  “Chung-myung…Don’t go, Chung Myung.”

  He hears, desperate and anguished. 

  He felt like laughing. Did his mind go crazy during the fight? His senses were all wrong now. How could he hear the voice of someone dead? They’re gone. Now, even his senior who always caught him in his mischief, couldn’t catch him anymore. He laughed—or rather, he tried— but failed, his voice stopping at his lungs that had begun to disappoint him as well.

  Maybe, just maybe—he’ll see his seniors in heaven.

  Even if he wouldn’t, he could always just fight gods to make sure he could meet them again.

  Unfortunately, it was just a hopeless wish. How foolish of him, to even think it would come true. Perhaps this is karma for being the way he was when they were all still here.

  (But, at least he’ll see them again soon.)

[demonslayedher]

Mugen Stomachache: Brought to you by my having had too much miso in my soup the other day.

[sparky-is-spiders]

We talked about making it

I'm sorry that you never made it

And it pains me just to hear you have to say it

You knew the game and played it

It kills to know that you have been defeated

I see the wires pulling while you're breathing

You knew you had a reason

It killed you like diseases

I can hear it in your voice while your speaking you can't be treated

Mr. Know-it-all had his reign and his fall

At least that's what his brain is telling all

If he said help me kill the president

I'd say he needs medicine

Sick of screaming let us in

The wires got the best of him

All that he invested in goes

Straight to hell

Straight to hell

Wires - The Neighbourhood

(Obligatory no j//mart or martin in reblogs or comments please)