#in which case disregard

[harbingerofwhump]

Yk we learned who Ruby's bio-mother is but we still don't know shit about her father (except that they found him), right? Why aren't we all obsessing over trying to figure out what/who he is to explain *gestures to all of her (ruby)* since mom is a regular ol' human

[impossible-seabird]

wip game except none of these r in progress cause they r silly lil drawings

tysm @ourfag for tagging me 🥰

also tagging @adamarks and @oatmilktruther bc u guys said anyone should play and tag u hehe

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs. I am not doing that.

none of these have names tho cause theyre such simple silly doodles so i am just doing emojis

ok the "wips" (none of these are in progress they are just notes on my phone):

✅

pajama ed 🐈‍⬛

🐟

🦢 <- pretend this is a goose

👓

pajama ed....TWO (also cause there's two versions of this one)

😴

🎆

🌺

🚌

🦋

💅🏽

🧥 (this one's actually maybe finished but we don't like thsi man)

⚖️

🐐(no one's done this yet afaik and i'm honestly surprised)

👂🏽

🦷🪳

🚩(this is just a meme)

🚫

🔨💦 (+ bonus 💃🏽)

16/20 of these have ed in them lmao and 9/20 have stede lmao.

anyway many of these are very simple so i may just hold onto any asks and use them as motivators to actually do! the drawings!!!

idk who hasn't been tagged yet, but just in case tagging @piratecaptainscaptainpirates @eddiepeaches @babykittenteach aand get this @ourfag art edition!! - no pressure ofc, im just nudging for new art cause i like ur art :3

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital redraw of the scene where chuuya shoots dazai in the shoulder. on the top of the drawing is chuuya holding a guy to dazai's head in the red and grey hallways of the prison. on the bottom of the drawing is dazai's pained face. the gunshot is shown stylistically as hectic lines behind his bloody shoulder. over the image is half a quote from goncharov that reads 'if we really were in love you wouldn't have missed.' the signature says dandelion-roots. end ID]

This quote from Goncharov (1973) in relation to soukoku has been haunting me from before I even got to that scene in the anime (the full thing is: Katya- Of course we're in love, that's why I tried to shoot you/ Goncharov- If we really were in love you wouldn't have missed). Violence as a tool for communicating emotions, especially love and hatred, especially love and hatred makes me go feral- how could I not think of the iconic quote that says that katya's miss was a sign of a lack of love/a fake love when chuuya didn't miss? Just... losing it over here.

[greensaplinggrace]

I think one of the biggest differences between bangel and spuffy is that angel isn’t a partner to buffy. he’s not even someone she knows that well. he’s not someone she’s ever familiar with, and he’s not someone she can ever fully rely on.

yeah their romance was big and grand and all the things a tragic fairytale romance is. but at the end of the day their relationship is so incredibly surface level. all there is is the idea of love, and not even the real thing.

[sunsetzer]

On one hand, I want a final fantasy 6 remake, because the game is criminally underrated and the amount of fan content (which is all absolutely fantastic btw) is Not Enough for my neurodivergent, hyperfixating brain.

On the other hand, that would inevitably encourage more people to join the fandom, which would be great, except it seems these days the bigger a fandom gets the more toxic it becomes, and I really like what we have going on over here in our little corner. We all just love the game and its characters and nobody fights about who should and shouldn't date who or who you shouldn't like because they're ~problematique~. Nobody's trying to make one ship morally better than another, nobody's calling anyone names or threatening to doxx people who don't agree with their opinions. It's so peaceful and I love that for us. We're just vibing. Moisturized. Unbothered. In our lane. Flourishing.

[sunriseseance]

I wonder if Lestat actually killed Miss Lily. It feels possible to me that he didn't, but far more possible that he did. A 30/70 type thing.

[jakeperalta]

besties she literally said she still wants to finish all the songs she's just going to be reintroducing the previously played songs back into the mix... they will all get played.... it's ok.....

[noirtek]

hopping back on my hannibal = hoffman (and by association clarice = strahm) soapbox again. isn’t it fun that hoffman has a bachelor’s degree in the arts. can anyone hear me

[300iqprower]

Nobuktasu is fine as is, he deserves his role as being a sycophant that only exists for Nobunaga.

I'm gonna take this a joke in good faith just cause I genuinely can't imagine anyone seething over Katsu.

Kit wise yeah he is very "fine". He's not great, but he's usable, and he singlehandedly turns any Nobu he's with into a crit monster.......so it's a fcking shame the only Nobunaga the same class as him is one of the oldest welfares, and thus has a horribly one-note skillset and isn't even available to the majority of players until they finally bring that evocation thing to NA.

Also while his S2 and S3 are great, his s1 SUCKS and his NP isn't really good enough to justify the sacrifice demerit, especially when unlike Arash and Chen, Nobukatsu doesn't have a kit that easily allows you to turn that demerit into a free order change.

Nobukatsu does his intended job of supporting Nobu's perfectly, but that isn't good enough for me if none of the Nobu's are universally available. Also, again, good lord his S1 is bad.

[omoris-journal]

STOP EVERYTHING!!! OMORI, GET THE BANANA!!! GET THE BANANA OMORI!!!! GET IT!!! GET IT!!!

Where is it?

[owari--hajimari]

i think one of my biggest gripes with neo is that it makes nearly everyone and everything so palatable. easily digestible. it’s just an insane choice to make joshua and then decide to sand down the edges of every character to make em sympathetic or something. the shopkeepers aren’t even rude anymore…

[yeonban]

Staring at my roster and it's so interesting how they ALL fall into one faction or the other. Either they love someone so much they're willing to die kill and do most else under the sun for their person based solely on their feelings for them (ex. Toma, Soma etc), or they consciously make the choice to care for their person even though they don't exactly feel the emotion of love in the way society would expect them to (ex. Tobias, Lewin etc). NO ONE is in-between or part of a secret third choice. It's one of these two or nothing

[randomwriteronline]

Cogita smiles. It’s a sad, slow smile.

“Won’t you come here,” she calls, “And let us ease our loneliness together?”

Curled in on herself on the edge of the meadow, far away from her, the Herald of Spring holds her down with her rotten olive eye.

Cogita smiles wider.

“Dear friend, come on now. Don’t be difficult.”

“You speak to me still, witch,” she hisses back. Her thin body slowly shifts, uncorks, unravels, her attush robe making the sound of slithering serpents as her long black claws lay upon the air to drag it forward, closer, with the slow pace of a hateful predator. “You speak to me still despite knowing I cannot hear your words. You are not my kin, you are not my vessel. The thought of your voice irks me: I hate it though I have never heard it, and hearing it is the last thing I wish; and yet you speak to me still.”

Cogita watches the grave face inch closer without any fear.

She blinks softly, and her mouth spells each single letter as clearly as she can manage: “I could have been your vessel.”

A clawed grip ensnares her neck.

“You!”

She can feel the lukewarm breath on her skin: it smells sweet, of the sweetness of rotten wood.

The thin pupils stare into her.

“You! Vessel!” the humanoid creature shrieks; her tusks lunge for her neck, only grazing her arteries. “Witch! You have some nerve!”

Cogita knows what the webbed hands can do.

They could snap her apart like a dry branch; they could sink into her sternum to grasp her still beating heart. The Winds have always been known for their childlike cruelty, for how easily it comes to them to cause others unspeakable pain.

She looks into the wrathful gaze of the beast that she insists on calling a friend - because a friend she is, though she’s not realized.

They both have no more family, no more connection to the world.

They only have each other.

The Herald cannot comprehend this, poor silly thing.

So her voice slithers into the human’s mouth like dense poisonous gas to burst her lungs as her hisses grow shrill and deafening.

“You’ve ripped me away from my siblings! You’ve bound me to your despicable soul! You’ve chosen yourself in my stead. You’ve decided who you were to be to me and forced it upon my will. You’ve remained anchored in the ground of your grave too long! You know I live to travel restlessly, and yet you’ve made me suffer your motionless longevity with you. We remember your breed, what little of it we’ve seen; we remember your insufferable egocentrism. You are a daughter of your ancestors as much as your little emperor usurper, and no amount of grieving apathy will change you.”

Cogita smiles.

She always smiles.

“You wound me,” is all she says, with the calm gloating air of the master gracefully dangling from their fingers the key to the room where they lock their starving dog.

The Herald cannot kill her, she knows that.

She knows her hateful partner knows as well.

She watches rotten green eyes narrow and tar black lips pull back to bare long, terrible fangs.

“You will die one day, witch.” the Wind of the North growls at last before flying away to the other end of the meadow once more, as far away from her as she can: “I shall be there. I shall watch you.”

Cogita smiles.

-

Her eyes open slowly to flat pupils inches away from her face.

Her body feels so terribly heavy.

She feels so tired.

So, is it time?

The Black Tortoise grins, flat charcoal lips pulled thin to reveal her teeth: “It is time.”

Ah.

How long must the rancorous little thing have waited for this.

The Herald of Spring floats just above her lap, webbed hands carefully wrapped around her throat as though it were crystal: she feels the long black claws pressing against her thrumming veins. Her gloved fingers wander on the skeletal tan arm, the one not hidden away in a sleeve, caressing the tense muscle with a sighing longing.

She is not afraid of an end.

She is merely saddened it had to be so soon.

“So sweet of you,” she says, “To come say goodbye despite your tantrums.”

At last, she’s learned to like her master.

The cruel black grin doesn’t respond. Rotten green eyes squint, narrowing tightly.

The Herald cannot kill her, she knows that.

She knows her hateful partner knows that too.

What she forgets is that for all these years she’s kept her strangled by a leash, up until now, when her grip so lightly faltered, and the rope against the inhuman neck was torn away by a furious serpent’s bite.

The Herald cannot kill her, she knew that.

She did not know it simply could not kill her yet.

Her ribs shatter against a thundering kick.

Cogita widens her eyes as pain morphs her face into a frightened grimace and coughs in anguish, chest caving forward, onto the black talons sinking even deeper into her body, into the lungs already punctured by her broken bones that push blood out of her mouth in violent bursts. Her hand tightens around the bony forearm too late: a horrendous sound struggles to escape her harshly choked throat, her eyes water from the strain of breathing, the pain turns unbearable, her skin rips and sinks and tears and the taste of iron in her mouth overwhelms her every sense, leaving her to only sob mindless wordless gibberish prayers, pleads, questions to be left unanswered as her mind grows foggier and her vision wanes and the incomparable terror seizes her spasming limbs in a final attempt at dragging her away from inevitability.

Her centuries old prisoner grins, wide, toothy, gleeful, delighted beyond measure.

She laughs loudly as she strangles her.

Her breath smells sweet.

Like rotting wood.

A voice as saccharine as spilled tea pierces her ears remorselessly, cruelly humored: “I hope your emperor usurper finds you!”

She still hears it, her laugh, as Enamorus finally releases her to leap away into the infinite sky with what remained of her breath - she still hears it, her laugh, as her body crumples forward in a heap of bloodied flesh and slowly, agonizingly, horrifyingly, slips further into the unconsciousness of death.

[g1ngerbeer]

actuallly i think trying to stab raishan is THE funniest thing percy has ever done and i love him for it

[fletcher-ambrose]

when u fuck ur girl so good she falls asleep in ur arms 🥵

[wildestheart4ever]

Just wondering about the fact on if Vlad would even be considered a halfa like Danny. Like, the dude didn't die in his incident with the botched prototype [Not like Danny, in that Danny woke up in his ghost form], as mentioned, he ended up heavily contaminated.

We already essentially agree Vlad isn't on the same power scale as Danny [A face shot vs. A full body electrocution of pure uncorrupted ectoplasmic energy via functioning portal].

I don't know, just something that I've been thinking about.