#god venom is so fun to draw

[seehowsupplethespineis]

My record longest comic! From a weird Moon-Knight-adjacent rp my cousin, @thesuperiorhyena is making with me. Set is having fun with his new avatar.

[transvoxman]

Ok actually I was wrong in the tags, laserblast was never outwardly a jerk in highschool, not for anything that could be traced back to him. He was Always nice, he was Always the bigger person, specifically just so that no one could ever say "he wouldn't make a good hero, he was mean to me once." Poor guy created his Whole Personality around having a career as the Most Successful Hero Ever, he never did a genuine/true-to-humself thing in his whole goddamn life until he started being Venomous.

[bratfiction]

18+ CONTENT — MDNI. warnings -> f!reader, dubcon [sex pollen], light degradation.

gaz trying to fight off a horny, fever inducing drug is always something to consider… the funny thing is that he knew in his heart and soul that this mission wouldn’t fare well. partly because he feels the need to keep an eye on you the entire time. although you insisted that isn’t necessary, you know what you’re doing.

sure enough after one wrong turn and fateful roll of dice, you two are crammed in a small room, panting and huffing under your gear— whatever the pair of you have been inhaled has started coursing through your bodies, making your stomachs tingle with heady lust. you feel like you're stinging, from the inside out. all the while you can see the muscles and veins in gaz's arms flex every few minutes, fists clenching to help him keep his composure as much as possible.

“we can’t…” kyle begins—babbles— head lolling back against the wall behind him. it’s too fuckin’ hard; the ability to catch up with his own, racing thoughts and his achy cock. if his mind wasn’t so hazy he’d be rightfully embarrassed by the visible bulge in his cargos. “you know we can’t do this…”

but before he can blink, you’re crawling to him with other plans. he growls at you; venomous and angry and telling you to stay away. you're already growing dangerously close, parking yourself right in front of him. close enough to have him exhaling deeply, and he's so bloody high he feel like he can smell your arousal.

he’s never seen you make those eyes before. they’re half lidded yet sparkling, full of pure desperation. in your defense you’re nearly wet enough for it to start soaking through your pants. it hurts, how empty you feel… you awkwardly shuffle on your knees as yet another ache settles in your cunt. the cotton of your panties clings to your folds uncomfortably.

“sergeant, please.”

the room becomes even more blurry in a split second.

you squeak as he yanks you into his lap. you swear you can see his pupils become more blown out, there's a dangerous glimmer in the dark pool onlf his irises. the second you feel his body against your own, you moan. like you're in heat. you don’t recognize your own voice. not even one bit. there isn’t much time to think about it— you both can't get your pants off quick enough, and gaz growls while his fingers fuck around with your belt. the moment his hand is in your panties you go limp against his chest, singing out whines into his shoulder as those two gifted, rough fingers circle over your neglected clit.

“nasty, nasty girl.” he spits out, but he’s still helping you tug every layer of fabric down your heated, trembling thighs, helping you ease yourself onto his cock in mere seconds because your messy cunt surely doesn’t need any prep. don’t need to draw this out any longer. “begging your sergeant to fuck you… should be ashamed, darling.”

as if he hasn’t been daydreaming about your pussy being wrapped around his heavy cock for the past hour.

“fuuuck— that’s it, baby.” he coos to you, but you both know you’re not doing any work. it’s all him that’s making you whimper into his strong chest. you’re unable to say or do much. not when you’re more than happy letting gaz guide you every which way he wants, bouncing you up and down on his thick cock until you cream up and make such a mess on him. the sight makes his eyes roll back into his head, completely forgetting that you two are under the influence of god knows what with no idea how long it could last.

gaz fully concedes; you two can have your fun, and no one really has to know for now.

[ladykailitha]

Do You Know What Shovels Dig? Graves Part 1

Just dipping my toe into the shovel talks trend.

*

“Hey, Steve?”

Steve turned around and Jonathan frowned. Steve’s eyes were puffy and his nose was red. “Oh, hey, man. What’s up?”

Jonathan could tell he was trying not to wipe the obvious tears from his face. As if that wouldn’t draw attention to them.

“I wanted to talk to you about you and Eddie’s relationship--”

Steve crumpled. That was the only way to describe it. The man was barely holding it together as it was, but it seemed that that was straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Look, I get it,” Steve snapped. “Don’t break Eddie’s heart. It sooo soft and I’m suuuuch a bitch. I don’t need the shovel talk from you.” The last word was said with such venom, Jonathan was forced to take a step back.

“Who’s been giving you shovel talks?” he asked.

Steve threw his arms in the air. “It would be easier to list off who hasn’t. The Byers family and El, only I can’t say that because you’re here. So just Will, your mom, and El.”

Jonathan frowned. “Even Robin?” Because that didn’t sound right. He had seen the two of them together and they were like freakishly close.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve snarled bitterly. “That’s the latest one. The one that makes me just want to throw myself into the god damn pool.”

Well, shit.

“Apparently this is Eddie first real relationship and since being gay is so hard right now, breaking his heart would be a disservice to humankind,” Steve mocked. “I asked her about my heart and my first relationship with a guy. But apparently that is as important as Eddie’s experience.”

Now that? Jonathan didn’t believe. But Steve was clearly hurt and was being dramatic about it. Which he was going to allow because holy shit.

But apparently Steve was just getting started. “At least Eddie’s friends all showed up together to give one shovel talk so that was nice. Hop and Wayne each did it while cleaning their hunting rifles, like they weren’t terrifying enough. I mean Mike’s an ass, so his I could brush off, but Dustin and Erica? Why does Eddie get more loyalty from them when I literally saved their lives? But Lucas and Max also double teamed me, so that was all sorts of fun. Nancy casually brought up that she has three guns now. So yeah, just get it over with so I can go back to being the worst boyfriend in Hawkins!”

Jonathan forced him to sit down. “That was a lot to unpack, I’m not going to lie. But take a deep breath for me, can you do that?”

Steve nodded and took a deep breath.

“Now let it out slow,“ Jonathan continued. Steve followed his instruction. “Great now keep doing that until your heart no longer feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest.”

Steve started breathing more normally and Jonathan sat next to him. “I’m not actually here for a shovel talk. I was wondering if you or Eddie would be willing to talk to Will about liking boys.”

Steve blinked at him for a moment. “What?”

“Yeah, he’s going through a really hard time with it right now,” Jonathan explained. “And I’m not really getting through to him because I’m straight and it’s pretty much meaningless coming from me.”

“Oh.”

“But no, I get your reaction, dude,” he said. “I really do. Has anyone given Eddie the shovel talk?”

Steve shrugged. “It’s not like I can ask, is it? ‘Oh hey, Eddie, anyone threaten your life over our relationship lately. No, no, not homophobes, I mean our friends? No? Well that’s just peachy!’“

Jonathan barked out a laugh. “Yeah, no matter how you phrase that it’s going to come off as bitchy. Especially if no one has.”

Steve nodded.

“Look, if you talk to Will for me,” Jonathan said, “I’ll talk to Eddie. Deal?”

Steve looked at the hand for a moment before he shook it. “Deal.”

*

Jonathan knocked on the Munson’s door. Eddie opened it with a look of surprise.

“Look, man,” Eddie said with a sigh. “I don’t sell anymore. And besides your friend from Cali has better stuff.”

Jonathan held up his prized. “Oh, I’m aware, I’m offering to share.”

Eddie looked at him for a moment and then closed the door behind him. “Yeah, okay.”

Jonathan lit two blunts and passed one to Eddie.

Eddie took a drag and sighed. “Shit this stuff is good.”

Jonathan just smiled.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the share, man,” Eddie said after a few minutes, “but why are you here?”

“I went over to Steve’s to ask him if he would be willing to talk to Will for me,” he said after taking a drag.

“Because your brother is gayer then the May pole?” Eddie supplied.

“Yup,” he replied. “Only our Stevie wasn’t doing so good.”

Eddie leapt to his feet. “What?!”

Jonathan tugged on his pant leg. “Sit down, dude. Let me explain before you go off half cocked and make things worse.”

Eddie sat down with a grumble. “You better start talking and you better do it fast.”

“In my experience shovel talks are for people you don’t trust not for people you care about,” Jonathan said slowly. “Only it seems our friends didn’t get the memo.”

“People have been giving Steve the shovel talk?” Eddie asked, eyes wide, jutting his chin forward in shock. “But no one’s said shit to me!”

Jonathan winced. “That’s kinda what me and Steve were afraid of.”

Eddie felt his heart sink to his stomach. “Do you--did he say how long it’s been going on?”

Jonathan shook his head. “But the fact that only my house and El haven’t given him the shovel talk I would probably bet since you two announced your relationship.”

“Shit,” Eddie whispered. “I bet the first two were funny, endearing even. Steve likes that kind of stuff. And then as it kept happening...”

“Yeah,” Jonathan agreed. “Has he been distant lately?”

Eddie closed his eyes and nodded. “Now I know why.” He thought for a moment. “Is there a way to call everyone together without alerting Steve, too?”

Jonathan shrugged. “If his boyfriend were to ‘accidentally’ turn off the walkie for an hour for some hot makeup sex...”

Eddie laughed. “I can absolutely do that.”

“I’ll set it up,” Jonathan said. He flicked the remainder of his blunt to the ground and stood up to grind it out under his boot.

*

Dang it, this was getting longer than I planned, but I’ll put out a part two later.

Edit: and it’s later! And part three! Part four and Part FIVE! Part Six!!!

[httpswritings]

Incorrect Quotes by your favorite sextet: Alexia, Jenni, Laia, Misa, Irene and Mariona.

'Can I copy the homework?'

alexia: I can help you with it!

irene: Yeah, sure.

jenni: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

laia: lol nope.

misa: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

mariona: *Read 5:55pm*

alexia: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

irene: What if it bites me and it dies!?

jenni: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, irene, learn to listen.

laia: What if it bites itself and I die?

misa: That’s voodoo.

mariona: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

irene: That’s correlation, not causation.

laia: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

misa: That’s kinky.

alexia: Oh my God.

alexia: I CAN'T DO IT!

irene, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

alexia: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

jenni: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

alexia:

alexia: I appreciate it,

alexia: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

laia: alexia-

alexia: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

misa: alexia we gotta-

alexia: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

alexia: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

alexia, motioning to mariona: NOT FUCKING THIS

*The sextet's reaction to being told they're the chosen one*

alexia: I will not let you down.

mariona: Sounds fun.

laia: K.

jenni: No, I'm fucking not.

irene: Do I have to be?

misa: Please god, I am so tired.

misa: Bye alexia! Bye mariona! Bye irene! Bye laia! Bye alexia!

jenni: You said ‘bye alexia’ twice.

misa: I like alexia.

credits to 💌; 💌;💌

[demonanddominion]

Anyone else had new thoughts on who Crowley was before the ‘fall’ since Season 2 aired…

I know the Raphael theory is still knocking about (actually had a weird epiphany regarding this last night so more of that later) but I think Crowley was an entirely different angel.

From Season 2 we now know he was a very powerful angel indeed (dominion, throne or greater) thanks to his classified document clearance in heaven, but also because of the seriously powerful miracle he and Aziraphale cooked up with very minimal effort.

After an initial idea and since doing some research, I’m leaning towards him being Samael, Angel of Death.

Now I don’t mean Samael as in the one who becomes Lucifer - there are many texts that see these as two separate entities, with Lucifer falling thanks to his pride and Samael… well did he even fall at all?

Samael is one of the Angels of Creation alongside Orifiel, Anael, Zachariah, Raphael, Gabriel and Michael. In Season 2 in episode 1 we see Crowley as an Angel playing a pretty big part in the creation of the cosmos, in collaboration with others.

Samael is the ruler of the Fifth Heaven, which happens to be Earth.

Samael is known as the “Venom of God” and is executioner of death sentences as decreed by God. He is the accuser, seducer and destroyer. As a seducer, Samael tempts humans into committing evil deeds. Through Samael, God tests humanity and the Archangel draws out the sinful and unrepentant, then God judges then and Samael destroys them.

In seducing humanity into acts of evil, Samael is just doing his job. He is both good and evil and is highly loyal to God’s word, doing his bidding without question - he mostly destroys sinners.

Samael is also the one who planted the Tree of Knowledge in the garden of Eden to tempt Adam. God however forbade Adam to touch it and punished Samael by banishing him. In retaliation, Samael took the form of the serpent and tempted Eve to eat the fruit from the tree.

When Abraham’s faith was tested by God and commanded to sacrifice his son Isaac, it was Samael who whispered in his ear to disobey.

So where does Crowley fit into this then? Well Samael hasn’t exactly ‘fallen’ from heaven, his angelic role took him down to Earth, performing deeds considered demonic and evil and his refusal to bow down to God’s creation led to his banishment. You could say he ‘sauntered vaguely down’?

We know from Season 1 that Crowley was the serpent that tempted Eve so he fits into the Samael theory there.

In Season 2 we see that Crowley had a ‘permit’ from God to destroy Job’s children and possessions to test his faith in God.

In Season 1, Crowley talks to God and says “I know you’re testing them, you said you were going to be testing them. But you shouldn’t test them to destruction. Not to the end of the world.”

So whilst Samael is an Angel, he very much has the role and characteristics of a demon and can be described as a fugitive or wanderer.

Regarding Samael planting the Tree of Knowledge, who else do we know with a bit of a plant fetish?!

Some other fun facts: Samael has red hair, and is associated with the planet Mars. He is also associated with the left side, the North and Tuesday.

It’s also said that Samael’s name shouldn’t be spoken aloud so as not to draw his attention - is this why Crowley chose a different name and doesn’t introduce himself to Aziraphale at the Horsehead nebula?

——————————————-

So here’s the slightly scary part and if Crowley actually was/is Samael…

In the Second Coming (as was mentioned as Heavens next focus at the end of season 2) the messiah is supposed to deliver everyone from death and everyone will be resurrected. But he’ll do more than bring life, he’s supposed to bring an end to death itself, including the very concept of it. Without the finality of destruction, the Angel of Death (Samael) serves no purpose and is himself, annihilated. Thus, with death undone, Samael becomes the Anti-Christ.

Could season 3 see Aziraphale finally forced to make a choice between heaven and the one he loves?

[mrdixon]

A Rugged Muse | Chapter 1

pairing: eventual daryl dixon x f!reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: swearing, violence, slight depiction of gore, vomiting

summary: reader has a shit day. basically the day of the outbreak.

A/N: FIRST CHAPTER WOOOO i am clearly not an art major…. im in the different arts. so apologies to you visual artists im going off from my lack of knowledge from my hobby lol. i really hope you guys enjoy this series because i am EXCITED to write it.

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“Fuck,” you groaned, slamming your forehead onto the desk in front of you. A few heads turned to look at you in the library, you cursed under your breath and looked up again after a moment. Adjusting the glasses askew on your face before looking at the paper on the desk. The paper before you was worn with erased pencil marks, slightly wrinkled. Art block was the worst, you’d rather be ten feet under than stuck with art block.

You sighed, it’s been months since your last project and even that was a fail. It didn't help that you only worked at a fucking minimum wage job, maybe you should've listened to your parents and became a doctor or something. It wasn't like it was always like this, no… art school was a breeze. You had hosted real galleries where people came to see your art, and now look at you. Moping around in a library, desperately trying to find something to draw.

After tapping your pencil against the table which by the way, earned many dirty looks, you scooted closer to the table. Picking up your old sketchbook and frantically flipping through it to find…. so many god damn drawings of, him. Your god forsaken ex boyfriend, but he was gorgeous.

You met him ironically enough in art class, way back in high school. He was there by choice, you were not. Yet everything about him was just so captivating that you couldn't help but not switch out of the class, thank god you didn't. You enjoyed the class more than you expected, painting being one of your favourite forms of art, oils being your preferred medium. You painted and sketched every moment of the day, not putting down that brush for one second. Your ex boyfriend was your inspiration, every detail on that stupid face was engraved in your mind like a marble statue. His beautiful plump lips and the beauty marks that scattered over his face being two of your favourite features.

Art was everything to you, and so was he. He was all you drew, he made life seem prettier and happier. But then he dumped you for some random chick he met in a bar, that was six months ago.

Since then you've had no motivation and no inspiration for your projects. Flowers no longer had their charm, abstracts looked dumb to you again, oils looked muddy. Nothing worked.

You picked up your pencil and started at the paper again, pushing your glasses up before hesitantly sketching out lines. Your mind wandered back to him, you still couldn’t believe it. After years of being together he’d just leave like that? Those years of pure, innocent love where you’d make breakfast with him, take baths together, even paint each other for fun. Date nights that were full of giggles and messily painting on each others skin, his fingertips grazing over your eyelids and nose as he sculpted you out of clay. He threw that all away for a woman he’s known for one night.

Your pencil moved furiously against the paper, scarring it like he scarred you. When you looked back down at it you noticed it was him, those hostile eyes from that night staring right through you. Those words of heartbreak echoing through your mind, words that came from lips that used to kiss you every morning. You huffed angrily, no matter how much you hated him, he always came back. He was always in your mind, plaguing your thoughts like venom. Slamming your pencil down you stood up, ripping the paper furiously.

Now there were whispers, people looked at you weirdly. After remembering your place in the world, you picked up your things and packed up quickly, aching to get back home to your bed. While in your haste, you dropped something. You already were in an irritable mood so you took a deep breath before causing a scene over a dropped item, crouching down to pick up just to notice it was the painting knife he had gifted you months before you broke up. The words ”To the love of my life…” engraved on it. After shoving the painting knife back into your bag angrily you quickly got back on your feet and headed towards the door, not before throwing half your sketches into the bin. As if you couldn’t get any more frustrated, someone bumped into you which caused you to whip around. Though no words came out of your mouth as you took in the sight of the person.

They were sickly pale, sweating profusely and trembling. Their eyes were bloodshot, matching the… bite wound on their forearm? They shook looking at you, mumbling a meek apology and pushing their sleeve down over their arm before walking away. Weird. Anyway.

You turned back around, must be some weird prank or something. Whatever, you were extremely tired and needed to get back to your apartment asap. As you left the library the humid August air hit you like a truck, not helping your heated mood at all. Grumbling to yourself you tried not to let it affect you, instead pushing your hair behind your shoulders, what a convenient day to forget your hair tie. Nothing was going your way, it was like the world was against you. A scream broke your thoughts, it came from somewhere ahead of you. Great, someone probably got mugged and now you were next. Just another thing to keep you moody.

A woman turned the corner, running towards you. You braced yourself for the mugging but to your surprise, it never came. The woman’s face was drained, it was as if she saw a ghost. She didn’t stop running, she was terrified and stuff was falling out of her purse but she didn’t even bother to pick them up. You watched as she ran past you without batting as eye, what is going on today? Shrugging, you picked up the stuff she dropped, finders keepers. Gum, tissues, tampons, condoms, and… her wallet. You almost jumped in joy, you could really use the money right now.

Finally out of your mood you practically skipped down the street, looking through the wallet and counting the cash. $10… $28… $48… $130… $135— oh wait that’s a Canadian $5 what the fuck— $140. One hundred forty fucking dollars in cash, that woman must’ve been loaded to carry this much cash. Well, now you carried it.

Another scream broke your daze, but this time it was closer. You looked up and saw another terrified woman running towards you, this time knocking into you which caused you to crash onto the floor, the cash scattering across the pavement. Back in your mood.

“What the fuck is your problem!?” You yelled, watching the woman continue running and not even look back. Is there a goddamn marathon you didn’t know about or what? You fiercely picked up the scattered cash, shoving them into your bag immediately before crossing your arms and continuing your walk back to your apartment. Fixing your glasses you saw a man get tackled to the ground by another man a street in front of you, was this happening to everyone???

Much to your horror you watched as the man on top mauled into the other’s neck, tearing through the skin and splattering blood everywhere. You froze, feeling your blood run cold at the sight. You watched as the man kept eating away at the now, dead person. The man’s head turned slightly to grab at more of the bloodied flesh, you now noticing the cloudy eyes and gray skin. This man was already dead, so how was he…

You snapped out of it, turning the other way to avoid whatever was happening. This had to be a sick joke. Your heart was beating in your ears, weaving through the back lanes to find a different path to your home. Hair stood at the back of your neck as your senses were now alert, if whatever that was is real, you had to be way more careful. It was quiet in the alley, calm. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Stopping for a second to catch your breath and recollect your thoughts, bending over slightly and placing your hands on your knees.

“Jesus christ,” you muttered. You couldn’t get the visual out of your head, that man was murdered right in front of you. His eyes bulging out of his head when he couldn’t even scream for help, that… monster ripping his throat out and devouring him in broad daylight. You shook your head, running your fingers through your hair frantically as you tried to rid your brain of that image.

A low groaning filled your ears and before you could register it you were falling to the ground, a grunt escaping you as you quickly turned onto your back. One of those things were falling over you, your quick reflexes holding them up by their shoulders. You got a clear view of what they looked like, their eyes were clouded over, veins more visible under their pale skin, their lips and chin dribbling with blood. You grimaced, trying to scream but nothing came out, nothing but a flow of air. They were strong, jaw snapping closer and closer to you. If you didn’t do anything now you’d end up like that guy on that street. No fucking way you were going to die like that.

Struggling a little, you lifted your legs under them and kicked from their stomach. Throwing the thing off of you, grunting you scrambled to your feet. The thing quickly following, their leg twisted as they got up from the position you flung them in. Surely it would’ve hurt if it were you, but unlike you, they weren’t living. You opened your bag and shoved your hand in, cursing yourself in your head for shoving everything in there. You held out your other arm protectively while stepping backwards from the thing. The hand in your bag searched wildly for something to defend yourself with, something to kill with. Could you even kill them?

Your back hit the wall, panic filling your body as the thing got closer. Before it could get any closer you tucked your forearm under their chin to hold them back, a loud cry escaping you as you fought to hold them back. When you were starting to give up, the hand in your bag finally found something metal. Ripping it out you immediately swung at it with the item, sinking it into their head which was surprisingly easy. Adrenaline probably. The thing fell to the ground, dead again.

You let out a heavy sigh, sliding down the wall. You looked down at your hands, bloodied with what you could only hope wasn’t your own blood. You were shaking profusely, your breathing uneven. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing as you pressed your knees to your chest, the heel of your palm placed on your forehead. You stayed like this for a moment, you don’t know how long. But once you were ready you let out one last shaky breath before opening your eyes again, and glancing down at the thing on the ground in front of you.

You almost laughed as you realized you used the painting knife to end the thing, but you didn’t. You silently reached over and pulled it out, swallowing as it made a gross squelch sound. Looking down at your painting knife which was now covered in its blood, you wiped it off on their shirt. Taking a closer look at the body and noticing a bite mark on their shoulder, much like the person in the library. Your lip quivered as you imagined what had happened to them, what might’ve happened to you if you stayed. There was a low pit in your stomach as you stood up, your mouth suddenly filling with saliva before hunching over and vomiting. Your eyes filled with tears just realizing how close to death you were, throwing up your lunch.

You coughed, wiping your mouth on your sleeve before shoving the painting knife back into your bag. You had to get home, now. Your feet moved quickly, not stopping for even a second. There were barely anyone on the streets and you wondered if your home was even safe. Stop, your feet stopped. Don’t think like that. With a heavy breath you took off again, walking even faster towards your apartment building. Please, please, please….

You jolted suddenly as your phone started ringing, you grabbed it but didn’t stop walking. Answering without even checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You said almost too quietly, still shaken up from your encounter with the thing.

“(Y/N)?? (Y/N), are you okay!?” The anxious voice yelled, it was your older brother, Glenn. You almost cried in happiness, walking even faster now.

“Yes Glenn, yes I’m fine…” you mumbled into the phone, breathing a sigh of relief that your brother was alive. “What is going on?”

“God, I don’t know. All I know is people are dying and coming back to life and eating each other and dying and coming back to—”

“Yeah, yeah I get it!” you cut him off, “I almost—” you stopped, deciding not to tell him about your fight. He was anxious enough, he always was but you didn’t want to worry him even more.

“Almost what?? You didn’t get bit did you!?” He yelled which caused you to pull your phone away from your ear in discomfort.

“No I didn’t, stop yelling.” You replied irritated, you heard him sigh on the other end. Hearing distant voices in the background. “Where are you?”

“I was at work when I saw everything go down, I drove back to the pizza place immediately.” He said more calmer, “but we’re gonna move out soon.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “wait why? Isn’t it safe there? Why not wait for help?”

“You didn’t hear? I thought you were always on your phone,” you scoffed in annoyance at his probe. “They’re setting up camps, courtesy of the military I think.”

You chest filled with hope, you were going to be safe. “Oh thank god, okay wait I’m going back to my place to grab some things. Where is the camp?”

When Glenn responded his end was filled with feedback, static. “It’s gonna. Arou— Ta—”

“Glenn?? You’re… you’re cutting off.” You said nervously, nearing your apartment.

“A— Yo— I’m—” And the call failed.

Dread filled your body once again, now you really were going to cry. You shakily walked through the apartment building, keeping guard for potential things around. Opting for the stairs, you walked swiftly up them. Out of breath by the time you reached your room, fortunately there was nothing to stop you.

Once you got in you immediately dropped everything, locking the door and collapsing to the floor. Tears filled your eyes once more and you let some of them escape and trickle down your cheeks, you were scared. Scared of those things roaming around, they could kill, you’ve seen it. You removed your glasses momentarily to wipe your face. You shook your head you took a deep breath and stood up, you had to pack and leave immediately. You didn’t know where you were going but you had to leave, you had to find Glenn.

Putting your glasses back on, you crawled over and rummaged through your closet carelessly, trying to find a backpack that was big enough to carry all your necessities. Your apartment was already a mess so you didn’t bother being slow and careful right now, which might have been a bad idea as you snagged your finger on a stray box cutter.

“Shit,” you muttered while pulling your hand back, a cut dragged along your index finger. You rushed over to the sink, washing it quickly before throwing a bandage over the cut. While doing so you heard a police siren drive by, the sound dying off as it drove farther and farther away. You sighed before returning to the closet, grabbing a big enough backpack and shoving as much clothes you could get while also leaving room for extra things.

You stood up and looked around your small apartment, your bed looked so inviting. You were exhausted beyond help, your body aching with the need to rest. I shouldn’t. You thought and continued scrambling for items to take with you, the amount of scattered pages of sketches filled the space that was your floor. Your heart broke at the thought of leaving your things behind but you knew it’d be useless to take with you, but you couldn’t take nothing.

You grabbed a few pencils and brushes, along with a small paint palette and placed them carefully into your bag, an empty sketchbook joining them. While searching you opened your desk drawer, three daggers which you made in a welding class a couple years ago. They were sturdy and well sharp enough, thank god you were good at making things. You took them and put them into a sheath to prevent stabbing yourself. You grabbed a few more things like a lighter, some bandaids, and batteries. You frowned at the lack of supplies you had on hand, but you tried to convince yourself that you’d be taken care of at the camps.

You moved over to your small kitchen and grabbed a water bottle which you filled, also grabbing a couple snacks that would keep you full for a few days at best. You heard a few distant screams outside, some screams of pain which caused you to wince. The sudden thought of living in an apocalypse dawned over you, a feeling of dread rushing through you. You couldn’t shake the feeling off but you chose to ignore it. You did not want to go into a panic right now, you had to have a clear and positive mind if you wanted to live.

You pulled your bag over your shoulders and walked over to your mirror to take a look at yourself, grounding yourself for the world outside. You wanted so badly to sleep but you knew you had to get a move on if you wanted to get to a camp safely.

“I can do this..” you whispered under your breath, clutching at the handle of one of your daggers, turning to the door. You just had to get to a camp, but more importantly you had to find Glenn.

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more a/n: for the sake of having glenn as reader's older brother im having him be around 24-27 years old right now, reader being like 23 ish. and daryl will be like 32….??? i dunno im trying to make this as canon as possible BUT UGH IT IS SO $&£”*^%*£ so yeah there will be a little bit of an age gap between reader and daryl but i hope that wont be too much of a problem for you guys…. probably not. and do not quote me if i get settings or the timeline wrong like twd is confusing enough for me……….. again im also like rewatching and making sure to make everything as close to the show as possible, but theres also the possibility of me altering the timeline (muehehehe). anyways tysm for reading and stay tuned! ★

[picky-and-corrupted-picky]

INCORRECT QUOTES AGAIN!!!!

'cause I'm still sick-

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Picky: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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Bobby: At this point, I'm holding myself together with glitter glue.

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Crafty: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Bubba: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

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Crafty: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

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Hoppy: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

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Bubba: Ok, first of all, what the fuck?

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Kickin, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Kickin, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

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Kickin: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

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Hoppy: Kids don't even call you a doodoo head anymore. They just call you a bitch.

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Kickin: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "Severe psychological distress."

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Picky: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Picky: *upends the bottle*

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Bubba: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Hoppy: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Kickin: Guess who got shit done today? Kickin: Not me, but congrats to somebody out there.

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Bubba: Time for plan G. Bobby: Don’t you mean plan B? Bubba: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Crafty: What about plan D? Bubba: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Hoppy: What about plan E? Bubba: I’m hoping not to use it. Kickin dies in plan E. Picky: I like plan E.

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Bubba: I CAN'T DO IT! Bobby, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Bubba: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Picky: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Bubba: Bubba: I appreciate it, Bubba: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Hoppy: Bubba- Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Crafty: Bubba we gotta- Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Bubba: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Bubba, motioning to Kickin: NOT FUCKING THIS

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Bubba: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Hoppy: What if it bites me and it dies!? Crafty: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Hoppy, learn to listen. Kickin: What if it bites itself and I die? Picky: That’s voodoo. Hoppy: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Bobby: That’s correlation, not causation. Crafty: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Kickin: That’s kinky. Bubba: Oh my God.

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Twisted!Bubba and Violent!Kickin by @smiling-psychopaths

Lovesick!Bobby by @protective-mama-bear

Corrupted!Picky by me :D

Emotionless!Crafty by @emotionless-craftycorn

Impulsive!Hoppy by @jumptothemoon

[wannaeatramyeon]

Eli Jang with Unhinged F!Reader

You meet Big Daddy

Dedicated to @the-eclipsed-luna, check masterlist for unhinged series

You couldn't stop smiling.

"Did... did you just bite me?" your hand comes up to your neck and you feel hot liquid spilling out. You lick your hands. Crimson, metallic. Definitely blood.

This sly fucking dog. You think you might be in Iove.

Sure, Eli aimed a few kicks towards your crotch and thumbs towards your eyes. Even tried to headbutt you a few times. Nothing landed.

But when he launched himself at you, wrapping his legs and drawing blood? With teeth? This is much more your style. Truly a man after your own heart, now you can really show him your venom.

You continue to smile, all fangs.

.

.

You had approached Eli Jang only moments ago, laughing and spluttering so hard it was difficult for you to stay up.

(You were clutching a piece of paper in your hand, and burst out laughing when you reminded yourself of the name on your hitlist.)

He gave you a questioning look, wondering who the hell you are.

"Big... Big Daddy?" You wheeze, god his nickname is hilarious and so fucking embarrassing.

He doesn't say anything, but he also doesn't move.

You clear your throat, and wipe the tears of mirth from your eyes.

"Ok, ok Mr. DILF. Let's get down to business."

.

.

Eli's fighting style is savage and brutal. Moulded and honed by his past. Dangerous.

He realises though, that he's made a grave error when your tone changes from one of indifference to elation. Who gets violently bitten and grins?

From then, it was just a blur of fists and kicks and nails and teeth. Just an animal, a beast, trying to rip its food apart. He never had a chance to escape.

.

.

Another body lies at your feet, barely breathing, barely conscious.

It's not that you're tired. Who could get tired of winning? But once again you find yourself severely underwhelmed.

You wonder where these little boys even got their ego, their pride, their self-worth from when it was so easy to tear down.

Was it just them, jerking each other off, telling each other how strong they were and they actually believed their own hype?

You squat down and wipe your hands on Eli's shirt, wondering what to do with him.

Teethmarks litter across his broken skin. Love bites, you like to think.

Such a pretty face and such sharp teeth. He could have been so promising.

A light breeze draws your attention to his hair. You move towards his fringe, recalling the way it hides the H for Hostel.

Huh. This could be fun. You consider leaving your own initial, a parting gift for your troubles-

"Little girl, don't play with trash,"

A voice stops you reaching for the knife hidden in your boots.

Even now, Eli stirs and groans a little, clearly recognising the timbre.

And who's this?

Oh. This is intriguing.

You didn't think you would meet him today, but that's fine. Plans change and you have time.

[senblades]

Loved your shuake Loki/Sigyn art…I too am a mythology enjoyer and have thought about their parallels. I do love Sigyn as the goddess of victory despite being married to Loki, who notoriously causes chaos around him LOL. Like Joker I’d like to think Sigyn looks past Loki’s “trickster-like” tendencies and sees him for who he really is. That’s how I’ve always interpreted the basin/venom myth. But that’s just my interpretation. Always fun to talk about this stuff!

thank you! <3

and yes yes yes I LOVE looking at all the history and mythology of personas- especially Loki, because I think that there's so much stuff that links to Akechi juuuust beneath the obvious "chaotic trickster god" stuff

Like, Loki in mythology as a constant scapegoat for the problems that the Aesir (I apologise for my abysmal spelling) cause? Interpreting the Aesir as Shido's conspiracy in that context is fascinating, and you can even draw a lot of parallels if you interpret them as the Phantom Thieves, too (the whole contingent relationship for their popularities, and whatnot)

(don't even get me STARTED on all the Loki/Sigyn stuff lmao- there's just. so much to draw from that comparison)

And even on a meta level, the fact that historians really struggle to find proof that Loki as a symbol of worship even existed before christian missionaries arrived in the Nordic countries? How that could be seen as a parallel to Yaldabaoth's fuckery? good shit

(Also, Loki being "the guy who solves as many problems as he causes" in the context of Akechi 'solving' a bunch of the mental shutdown and phsychotic breakdown cases is very funny to me HA)

Point is. uh. Mythology cool.

[thecampjuicebox]

Could I ask for Raphael reacting to another fiend, for one reason or another, striking Tav during negotiations (in relation to Raphael's campaign for rulership of the nine circles). Assuming Raphael shuts that down immediately, how would he react to Tav requesting that he let them deal with the transgressor themself (but Raphael can tell they are planning something)?

If this request is agreed to, Tav immediately challenges the offender to a duel (after the fiend is fully healed if Raphael injured the aggressor) in front of everyone else present - right here, right now.

Tav then proceeds to absolutely dominate the battle, leaving the offending devil within an inch of life and then forcing the fiend to grovel at Raphael's feet for forgiveness for the unsightly behavior during a negotiation, stating that Raphael's mercy is the only thing that will spare the transgressor from a death by their blade.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS IDEA, IT IS INCREDIBLE. Here's a lil sum sum to satisfy the palate.

Raphael pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger in frustration. Negotiations always do his head in, and this round is especially mentally taxing. Clearly campaigning for Ruler of the Nine Circles wasn't supposed to be easy, but gods damn does he wish he thought this through a little more. Tav stands faithfully at his side, a hand resting on the small of his back in reassurance. The cambion before him reads over the parchment that Tav had presented, words laid out neatly in Infernal. He scoffs, tossing the scroll to the floor.

"You expect me to accept these terms? You've lost your mind, Raphael."

Tav's ears burn red with irritation. The disrespectful display leaves a horrendous taste in their mouth and they step to the cambion, fists clenched at their sides. Their face scrunches up with disdain.

"You'll show Raphael some respect, you wretch."

Without hesitation, the back of the cambions hand swings forward and connects with Tav's cheekbone with a loud crack. Tav stumbles to the side and their hand flies up to cup the red hot handprint burned into their skin. The room falls silent around them. All eyes focus on the display. Raphael seethes and grabs at the Cambion's ruffled collar, yanking him close enough to feel his hot breath against his face.

"How dare you, you contemptuous creature. You insufferable ingrate. I should smite you where you stand."

His words are venomous. The cambion's eyes widen in surprise at the grip Raphael has on his collar, his hands coming up in an act of submission. Pleas for forgiveness are strewn about in a weak attempt to get Raphael to let go. Tav collects themselves and places a loving hand on Raphael's shoulder to prompt him to release the blabbering fool.

"Darling, allow me to deal with this.. miscreant."

Raphael quirks an eyebrow down at them. Surely they aren't serious. They blink up at him sweetly and gods - how could he so no to that? He releases the cambion with a shove and he stumbles backward, barely catching his footing. Tav slides their hand to the hilt of their sword, drawing it from its sheath and holding the tip of the blade to the throat of the aggressor. He gulps harshly and Raphael crosses his arms over his chest in amusement. This could be fun.

"I challenge thee to a duel. Right here, right now. If I win, you must beg on your hands and knees for forgiveness. AND sign the agreement. If you win, well.. You get to leave here with your life and your wings still intact. Deal?"

"Deal."

The cambion stands with confidence, quickly unsheathing his sword to attempt to land a quick strike on Tav. They dart out of the way and swing, their sword making fast contact with one of his horns with a loud clink. The cambion wails in pain and swings his sword again, missing Tav completely. They chuckle. Pathetic. Skillful swings back the cambion into a corner, sword bumping against his shoulder, knee, and hip. Each hit harder than the last. The final move brings the cambion to his knees - a swift strike to the calf. Blood pools through his light colored pants and he stares up at Tav in disbelief. They'd taken him down. Raphael claps slowly, chest filled with pride for his little mouse.

"Seems as if you've lost. Now beg. Raphael's mercy will be the only thing to spare you from death by my blade. You're a disgrace."

[hanafubukki]

Not me listening to "Soldier, Poet, King" and having flash of Lilia, Levan and Meleanor.

Lilia being the "Soldier who carries a mighty sword". General Vanrouge can totally tear someone city if needed too.

Levan being the "Poet who weapon is his words". For the little we know on him, he's more an intellectual. He was a child that wasn't much brave, perhaps a bit of a scary cat/crybaby if we compare to Lilia or Meleanor. But Lilia said himself he was the one to "teach them a language humans could understand". Plus, even if he seems like a pretty chill characters, I have this fun headcanon of him being angry, with a lovely malleus cheeky-like smile on his face, and litterally tear someone appart with truth- No insult. No violence. Just him splitting so politly his venom on a rude character you're not sure if he compliment them and tear them appart-

And Meleanor being the "Ruler whose brow his laid in thorn", for the obvious reasons of the Draconia clan ressemblance the Maleficient, the witch of Thorns, but also because she is really the prettiest rose -with the most dangerous thorn. She is also royalty, and the only princess. She's also seems like a kind of divine entity for most of her people. Like Malleus. There's a little line between being seen as a god and as a monster when powerful.

Now- I don't have the drawing skills to do that. But the animation in my head is really good and touching, and "I need a tissue please-". With these three and memories of their childhood mixed to their tragedy-

- 🦋 Anon

Hello 🦋 Anonie 🌺🌻

Come here 🦋 Anonie, come here, I’m just going to:

The way I ran to listen to this song when I saw what you wrote! It fits them so much and I’m just…

General Lilia Vanrouge, even current Lilia, can and will destroy the city and anyone who tries to hurt what’s his, having magic or not be damned.

And then!! The poet!! Okay, okay, I was writing about a Levan theory today and yessss, this fits him so well! Levan, the future thinking, the one who pushed for talks between the humans and fae. This!! “Poet who’s weapon is his words” indeed!! Out of the three, Levan is probably the more calmed headed, and someone has to be when you have Meleanor and a young Lilia in the mix right?

I agree and I see Levan as the type to hurt with words. It can be figuratively and literally, words can hurt when spoken, but he is a fae and he does have magic, so I can imagine a curse mixed into these words as well…the other party none the wiser.

Everything you wrote about Meleanor is so true!! Also the whole “ruler who will slay your city” fits her so well, we know she’s powerful and she could have brought them all down. I mean her own soldiers fear her greatly, she is as beautiful as a rose but also as dangerous as the thorns from such a beautiful flower.

I feel you 🦋 Anonie, I wish I had the drawing/animation skills. The whole idea is so epic. Memories of these three together as children, and as time passes, they have to let go of their childhood.

One with a country on her shoulders, and two of them protecting the country as soldiers in their own ways.

Eventually for all three to meet tragedy as history continues…with one dead, one missing, and one living.

[impcarcass]

MAGMA DOODLES MAGMA DOODLES-

[IMAGE ID: a sketch of Eclipse surrounded by little doodles from other artists. He seems to be walking, like he’s offering a dance. He has four arms, one holding onto the wire attached to his back, one outstretched and holding another detached arm that it seems he’s ripped from himself. The fourth arm is simply hanging to the side, poised like someone walking happily would do. Eclipse has four eyes and a toothy grin. The sun rays coming out of his head are piercing through a nightcap. There are ruffles around his neck that look spiked, as well as at the waist of his pants. He has a hole in his chest with some wires poking out, seemingly wrapping around the side of his torso. His pants are long and puffy around the ankles, striped with stars. he’s wearing slippers with bells at the tops, one with a moon symbol, and the other with a sun symbol. END ID]

[IMAGE ID: a sketch page with various doodles. The biggest sketch is of Impcarcass’ alternate Universe Eclipse with his arm outstretched with a finger gun. A small blast is coming from the tip for added effect. A speech bubble next to him reads “Bang, bitch.” Eclipse has a scar underneath his right eye, and he’s wearing a fedora which is blocking the rays at the top of his head. The rest fan out around where the hat doesn’t rest. He’s wearing a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt underneath a trench coat with elbow pads. Next to him is a small, cat-like demon pressing their fingertips together. Text next to it reads “Def Scheming.” Next to that doodle is Eclipse with his elbows resting on an unseen surface with his fingers laced together. He looks deep in thought. Small text next to him reads: “think.” And “if human, why hate?” END ID]

[IMAGE ID: another sketch page. The biggest drawing is Moon standing on one hand while being suspended by a wire. His feet are wrapped around it for support. He has a mischievous smile on his face as he looks off at something unseen. Various doodles surround him, some of which include: moon as a shrimp, followed by Bean’s doodle sona putting him in a cocktail, Kirby Sun and Moon, crab and scorpion moon, eclipse dressed with a top hat and a fake mustache, as well as Impcarcass’ doodle sprite crying at Bean eating Shrimp Moon. END ID]

Thank you @venomous-qwille for hosting it was so fun to hang out with y’all 😭💛💛 everyone is so incredibly sweet

I also have no idea what possessed me when I got in here but that eclipse drawing? I felt like GOD making that lmao-

[yellowstonewolves]

Wyllstarion server weekly challenge (In which Withers matchmakes)

WITHERS

Ah, there you are. I have been searching for you.

WYLL

Your quest draws to a fortuitous end. You’ve found me. What’s on your mind? Nothing dire, I hope.

WITHERS

Walk with me, young Ravenguard.

(Wyll offers his arm, and the two stroll up a hill, just beyond the perimeter of their camp,.)

WYLL

So…nice weather we’ve been having, no? Shame we’ll be headed off to the underdark afore too long.

WITHERS

The matter I wish to discuss with you. It concerns Astarion.

WYLL

Oh. Him.

(Withers gestures to a log up on the hill , Wyll sits on it, WITHERS beside him. They have a view of the camp below. ASTARION is in the middle of camp, practicing knife tricks while reading.)

WITHERS

When you first sampled each other’s bodies, I was not enthused. I thought it would be a distraction from your mission, indulging as you did in the pleasures of the flesh.

WYLL

I…you were spying on me?

WITHERS

I did not need to. I was not the only one who heard you, at the party. The two of you were quite theatrical in calling out how much you enjoyed each other’s anatomies.

WYLL

This is a nightmare I’m having isn’t it? My teeth are going to start falling out any second. I’m going to realize that I’m late for lessons.

WITHERS

No.

WYLL

I’m sorry to have disturbed you then. I can assure you, it won’t happen again.

WITHERS

As much as it pains me to say it, I think it should.

WYLL

What?

(ASTARION reads something in his book that makes him gasp and press a hand to his mouth. The knife falls and stabs him in the leg. He screams.

WYLL stands up,ready to go to him. WITHERS clears his throat. WYLL sits back down.)

WITHERS

If I thought you were distracted before, it is nothing compared to what has come over you now. You stare, you pointedly ignore, you find excuses to talk to him, you find excuses to avoid him. A man in conflict with his own heart. Or perhaps with his other organs. It matters not.”

(ASTARION is arguing with Shadowheart about whether or not his leg wound is “his own fault” and whether he’s “so, so stupid.”)

WYLL

That night was a mistake. I was half-drunk and fully miserable and well…he is as lovely to look at as he is disturbing to speak to. I’ll admit to having had fun, in the moment…But when I woke up and realized that I’d stolen the joy of an unspoiled first time together, from my fated love…

(ASTARION is still arguing with SHADOWHEART. He pulls out the knife to gesture with it and starts gushing blood. She rolls her eyes.)

WITHERS

“You say you believe you have a fated love. Yet you seem determined to avoid leaving it up to fate. Desperately clinging to plans made—when? As a child?”

WYLL

I take what I’m given in this life, Withers. I do what I must. I put myself on the line again and again for the good of the people of this world,

(With sudden venom)

Who have been all but abandoned, I might add by their so-called gods.

(WITHERS does not visibly react to this slight.)

But I will not kill this one thing. This extravagant dream I have, of a love that’s good and pure and true, words which hardly describe our friend Astarion. I won’t do it. For you, or anyone.

WITHERS

You’re entitled of course, to this dream of yours. But you may ask yourself, does it serve you? Or do you serve it?

(ASTARION is finally getting healed. He gives SHADOWHEART a sweet little smile. She says something that starts them arguing again.)

WYLL

Good night, Withers.

WITHERS

The wheel of fate turns ever to the dark :/

[tobiasdrake]

The Disappearance of Nagato Yuki-chan, Episode 14 - Her Confusion

This is going to be twenty straight minutes of Kyon trying to explain the plot of the last three episodes to Yuki. The title should explain how well that will go.

OH HI THERE FACTORY SETTINGS

After mourning you last episode, I legit didn't think we'd ever see you again.

Oh. Shit. We're seeing Factory Settings's disappearance from Escapist Yuki's perspective.

Oh. Wow. I hadn't even considered that, yeah. Of course Ryoko was freaked out when Yuki, rather than going home, finished her book on a park bench and then called Kyon.

It's like 3 AM right now.

This is so bittersweet it hurts.

Factory Settings stated last episode that she wasn't going to tell Ryoko what was going to happen. She figured it'd be a burden on her, and that Ryoko'd be rooting for Escapist Yuki to come back anyway.

She wasn't entirely correct. It still hurts that Factory Settings got reassimilated like that, and you can see it in Ryoko's eyes, but at the same time, you can feel Ryoko's relief at having her friend back.

"You are in the process of involuntarily eating me. I am allowed a modicum of spite." ~Factory Settings probably

"I existed for like four days and managed to take the plunge you've been putting off all season. Have fun dealing with the fallout of that." ~Factory Settings probably

Boy, I love it when my doppelganger reveals my most deeply held secrets to the people around me and then vanishes like a magnificent poof. This is what Venom should be doing to Spider-Man.

What about the one that deleted you? Is that Nagato-san your--

Oh, wait, you stabbed Kyon to defend her without a moment's hesitation. Okay. Yeah. Hat Trick of Yuki friendships.

Still weirds me out that she sits there. I keep forgetting that Ryoko is in Haruhi's seat.

Like. She's there because the movie put her there. And the movie put her there because they wanted to maximize the WTF. It's not enough that someone else has Haruhi's seat. It's specifically the girl who tried to knife Kyon and now has a perfect shot at his back all day.

For the purposes of Disappearance's plot, this served the story well and raised tension.

...

But for an ongoing universe largely divorced from main continuity, it's weird that she sits there. Like. It's super weird, for reasons other than the Haruhi thing. Because she's Class President, and she's sitting in the designated Delinquent Seat. The spot that gets the least attention in class so you can get away with doing whatever, but that also has the hardest time seeing the board or getting the teacher's attention so no hard-working student would ever want it.

It made sense when Haruhi was there. She's a violent misanthrope who doesn't give a shit about class. But it's weird for Ryoko to be back there.

And technically it makes sense here too, because they didn't get to pick their seating assignments. The teacher assigned them. So Ryoko got screwed by luck of the draw, I guess. But it still. Feels. Weird. Ryoko is not the vibe for the Delinquent Seat.

At this point, I'm half-convinced that Haruhi's making it up whenever she says she told Yuki ahead of time. Yuki's neurodivergence is so strong she legit can't remember if Haruhi did or didn't, so she decides that must be true and goes along with it.

Of course, it's equally likely that Haruhi does consult her. But every time she talks, Yuki tunes her out and eagerly anticipates the moment when she can hang up and go back to her game.

In the Love Triangle, Haruhi is now in third place behind Yuki. It's mathematically impossible for this contest to even have a bronze medal and yet there it is, resting in her hands. She is not happy about it.

Oh good, we get to participate in the Tanabata theft this time around. Crime is always better when it's a group activity.

And now we know why Haruhi didn't go snatch up the bamboo tree by herself this time around. Not being God means she's subject to the whims of nature now. Fortunately, minions are an effective workaround.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Ryoko whole-ass stealing Haruhi's thunder is the worst possible thing you can do to a narcissist.

How did you even know that, Ryoko? You're smart but I would not have expected you to be the type to follow Haruhi Logic like that. You were right there with that explanation as if the Distance To Deities equation is a belief system that you share.

GODDAMMIT

Love Triangle between Yuki -> Kyon -> Factory Settings (Deceased)

Fucking called it. And I'm mad about it. And now I'm going to throw things at the next person who passes under my balcony. Empty the whole-ass bookcase right on top of them.

It's funny how Mikuru and Tsuruya being attached at the hip means Mikuru has effectively been demoted to a glorified cameo in this series. And yet the same amount of screentime and stuff to do constitutes a huge increase in importance for Tsuruya.

The end of this episode features Haruhi unpacking her feelings about John Smith and their dynamic from three now four years ago, as we are well past where the first anime ended chronologically. (I think the light novels go all the way to college though?)

To be honest, I find Haruhi's maturity here unconvincing. Her perspective is basically, "Thank you for feeding my delusions while I made the journey of growing into a reasonable and well-adjusted human being." But it doesn't sound like Haruhi. Five minutes ago she was trying to give the Tanabata Speech from the show.

Rather, it feels like the show is coming to an end and Haruhi needs a consolation prize since she's the romantic rival destined to become a loose end, so she's being abruptly gifted with character growth.

There are a few common ways of ending the triangle. One of them is for the spare to undergo last-second character growth and turn into a self-martyring cheerleader for the Official Pair, which is what this feels like. But peacefully surrendering with dignity and grace doesn't feel right for Haruhi Suzumiya. She is a sore loser. She would scorch this earth. So it comes off feeling like they're doing the trope without regard to the Individual Character.

[deeaselriel]

Everyone has been treating Elriels SO BAD and disgustingly over the years, and when we defend ourselves we are painted as the “mEaN gUyS”. I’d dare to say that we are the “saints” of this fandom. I know there are some Elriels that can come off more rude than they should, but this is life. Nothing is perfect.

But a hard pill for y’all to swallow is that Elriels are usually soooo peaceful, minding their business and just enjoying their CANON content. They create edits, fan arts and post about Elriel not harming anyone, but then YOU KNOW WHO comes after us, ON OUR ACCOUNTS, ON OUR PRO ELRIEL VIDEOS, PICS OR THEORIES, that have absolutely NOTHING to do with their crackship(s), and spew their venom. They speak so many lies that don’t even come close to what is the CANON content of the books. They insult us and call us names, they bullied some creators SO BADLY they refuse to do Elriel fan arts anymore. YOU ALL ARE DISGUSTING AND I PRAY TO GOD FOR KARMA TO HIT SO HARD! I myself was a victim of y’all’s bullying when I did NOTHING! I just appreciated my Elriel and put facts on the table. Y’all told me I deserve to be R@PED just like Elain deserves!!!!

We, Elriels, have been put in a corner by THE ENTIRE FANDOM! This mob mentality made y’all treat Elriels like people with some kind of disease and it’s so sad honestly.

I’m not even being biased when I say that Elriels are usually very good people minding their business and the other stans of those 2 ships (y’all know) are constantly attacking us and making fun of us out of nowhere. They keep making content about Elain making fun of her, but yeah, they don’t like her. Lol. Y’all are so obsessed and have such internalized misogyny it’s scary. Especially when El didn’t do anything wrong, besides maybe the thing with Feyre that she’s making up for it. She’s a saint compared to many others in that serie, yet… she’s hated for liking to bake and plant flowers. Make it make sense. 😶

I think it’ll be ok for everyone to acknowledge WHO exactly is the most toxic in this fandom; who’s constantly attacking us for PUTTING FACTS on the table, who’s bullying artists into being scared to draw Elriel anymore, who’s harassing SJM at this point with a crackship that has 0 buildup. WHO IS SENDING DEATH THREATS to people so randomly just because, who is wishing R@PE on REAL people? The list is so long I just can’t…

I always knew that the mob mentality is forever going to be present, but OH MY GOD. These people that hate Elriel and ship the other ship just because “everyone does”, those going into the books already shipping Gw*nriel because “some content creators of TikTok said they’re sooooo endgame”, THOSE BIG ACCOUNTS THAT SPREAD ELAIN HATE JUST BECAUSE IT’S “TRENDY”. Y’all are SO pathetic; I wonder if you can think on your own.

Should I also talk about how often y’all don’t acknowledge what’s in those books related to Elriel? There are tons of evidence y’all pretend it’s not there and have THE NERVE to say Az only wants El for s*x. Bro, Feyre when she couldn’t read would’ve understand these books (and Elriel) better than y’all. 🤓 The delusional world y’all live in makes me laugh. What’s even funnier is when you are the ones making fun of US, when we have all our proof that Stands with us. WE ARE ON THE CANON SIDE, if we can say it this way.

Literally at this point, STOP being so toxic, and let Elriels IN PEACE. Acknowledge that Az and El have feelings for each other and that EVERYTHING points to them as endgame, and even SJM herself said that “it’s obvious”. None of us would’ve have any problem if y’all only acknowledged that Elriel is for the next book, and then go on with your day and make X head canon ships. It’s not harming to ship Az with someone else for fun, but when it comes to the ACTUAL BOOK & CANON, the answer it’s only Elriel. Just stop lying to yourselves. And stop playing the victim when Elriels have been like in prison for many years, being pushed aside and all. WE ARE THE VICTIMS OF THIS WHOLE FANDOM. The fact that I’m scared to even write a comment positive about Elriel or my girl Elain because I just know someone’s gonna say something “ironic” or bash me for whatever reason, says A LOT. And it’s the case for soooo many Elriels.

One last thing, I know we are reading fantasy books, but at least don’t make a fantasy of a couple the main talk of this fandom, lol. The couple should actually have “history”, build up & hints/ foreshadowing. CANON SCENES. And only Elriel has them. BYE. 🩷🌸💙🦇