#its eyes empty

[acoolka]

It’s year 2080

I am an old crone

I have not seen another person for months

The world houses innumerable solar powered computers. Miles upon miles of hardware.

All my family and neighbours and what-else city life,

indistinguishable copies live in the virtual cities, all self sustainable. They do not inbreed, as every so often now - ones who still live on earth talk to them. Ask to soothe their woes. Ask what to do to the place in ruins they find themselves in.

New input still goes, slower and less every day. the chorus has convinced another body to join it. I am afraid. Even if I join my people - in some time there will be no input. Chorus echoes to itself, becoming unceasing cacophony, taking all energy of the sun to scream distorted parodies of the people they were.

We all left. And for what? Even if we are together, our echoes are going to become screams, melting what was left of us into mush, melting all we painstakingly built to house us.

a shot rings out, miles in the distance.

another one left for hope in the binary. we will all suffer either way, maybe we could do it amongst broken mirrors of companionship? else the acid in my stomach burns me from inside.

we could feed wolves still, but they do not have much left either.

For now and ‘till the unforeseeable future.

It is just me.

and the finite noise of our legacy.

Absolutely buckwild thread of ChatGPT feeding & amplifying delusions, causing the user to break with reality. People are leaning on ChatGPT for therapy, for companionship, for advice... and it's fucking them up.

Seems to be spreading too.

[reichurine]

bodyswap au but a bit of a sad take oops, pt3

pt2 here

[lousysharkbutt]

HD remaster of this drawing from my re8 zine

[meowonaise]

💥𖦹 FOCUS!!! 𖦹💥

i also recorded a timelapse for this one so you can witness my struggle 👍

and a version with a different mafuyu expression :)

[uo6ep]

Q: You killed someone in high school — what do you remember about that day?

[valtsv]

I resent you for being raised right I resent you for being tall I resent you for never getting any opposition at all I resent you for having each other I resent you for being so sure I resent you presenting your life like a fucking propaganda brochure

drew some scenes from my own fic because it turns out you can do whatever you want forever

[kerizaret]

[5/5] Dream a Wonder Dream

[starry-bi-sky]

It's 10PM.

It's 10PM and Danny is fourteen, standing in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. There are stitches in her side and a vice grip on the sink ledge, her fingers are stained a dried red. She was fixing the stitching. Her back is bruised -- as is many places -- and her throat is sore from a power she didn't know she could use -- until today, that is.

She's fourteen. It's 10PM.

Her family was supposed to die today. They would've, if not for Clockwork and his kindness. She can't get the choking smell of ash and dust and burning gas out of her nose.

Her family should be dead. They're not. They're alive.

So why can't she get the rock out of her stomach, the urge to vomit out of her throat?

Danny didn't save her family. Clockwork did.

She can't get the sound of that other her out of her head. The cold laughter out of her ears. That woman wasn't Danny, and yet she was wearing her face. Both living and dead, she was wearing her face.

She drags a hand through her hair, and then down her face. Her hair is gross. Dirty with grime and oil and sweat, it plasters to her head, it itches the back of her ears, it prickles the nape of her neck.

That other her had long hair like her. Long and flowing and white fire. White hair and blood red eyes. Her face, matured, staring back at her. Danny doesn't know what her name is, she never asked. She's been calling that other her 'Me' in her head.

It's not her, but that Me is a part of her. So it's just as worse.

Danny didn't save her family; Clockwork did. Her hands are shaking, her legs are shivering. There was no control today. Everything felt like a moving train -- fast, unstoppable, speeding down one track and by the time you hit the brakes, it's too late. Someone's already been hit.

Danny Fenton should've begun her downward spiral today. Her downward spiral into villainy. She didn't. Because of Clockwork. Only because of Clockwork.

He was the one that showed her the future. Hew as the one that saved her family. Not Danny.

Jazz says when someone feels like their life is out of control, they tend to make desperate changes to themselves in order to feel like they regain it.

She reaches for the scissors.

They're thin, not meant for hair. For thread. It's from the first aid kit.

She grabs them anyways, and grabs a fistful of hair.

There's no thought behind it, just numbness all over. Numbness, and an icy fear. It doesn't all cut in one fell swoop; she has to saw, just a little bit.

Her eyes never leave the mirror. Blue eyes stare back at her, blue eyes she's been steadily becoming unable to recognize. In the end, she's holding a chunk of her once-long hair in her hands, a thousand-yard stare staring back at her, and with an uneven haircut that tickles her neck.

Her vision stings. Her throat grows thick and ugly. Tears bleed into her eyes. A whine, a wail, swells in the back of her mouth, and pins itself between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

Mom and Dad sleep, safe in their beds. Jazz is asleep, safe, in her bed.

She drops the hair in her hands and lets it scatter across the floor, she drops the scissors and it clunks clumsily, loudly against the floor. She's half afraid that it'll wake them all up. But no one stirs.

She reaches forward, grips her fingers against the ledge of the mirror, and opens it to reveal the cabinet behind it. Finally, her reflection won't look at her.

Turning numbly to pick up the scattered first aid kit across the floor. There is a grief is lodged between the climbing bars of her ribs, stuck like a pebble in between the grooves of a shoe.

She cleans up the bathroom silently. She wipes the blood off the tile and puts the first aid kit back where it belongs, and gathers up the discarded hair to throw away.

She mourns the whole time, flinging the tears from her lashes with every blink. In the end, she half limps over to the door. Her fingers linger over the light switch.

Bye-bye, Danny, she thinks. She doesn't turn around to look at the mirror.

If that is who Danny becomes, Martha simply won't be her anymore.

She turns the light off, and doesn't look back.

[m0e-ru]

Persona 4: Empty Pages (P4EMPAU)

A Gas Station Attendant Social Link AU

A Persona 4 pseudo rewrite canon-divergent AU. What if god did more than just observe? What if people formed a bond with the gas station attendant at the south end of that shopping district?

Cover reveal of the newest issue of the hottest craze this station has ever gassed up!!! in celebration of the start of bancho’s adventure on 4/11, and the admittedly belated holiday of 3/20.

More Information

AO3: archiveofourown.org/series/2536405

Notion Timeline: luiginoshon.notion.site/43aa91cd35104275991c7720d5ea1653

Tumblr Page: m0e-ru.tumblr.com/AU/EMPAU

Chair Car Adventure (stageplay skit): www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoZsS2Oh2fM

manager will be treating this as a teaser of sorts to my baby gsaslau’s redebut as empau. yay !!!!! nothing has changed to the story for the most part, aside from the fact this project has gotten a grasp on its own identity throughout the years and i wanted to represent that properly with something as little as this

As a special yearly occasion, I would like to thank everyone once again. To all the tourists, one-time visitors, regulars, and even fans who have come to this gas station, I am still so grateful for everyone’s love and support despite how quiet it has been. With an admittedly foggy future ahead, I still hope we all have a good time whatever happens, this place and I bring you joy and respite whenever possible. Inside or outside this silly roleplay.

eye strain warning; ALT image below

“cmyk misprint” version because i was experimenting with filter styles

[uhhlifeig]

Responsibility - May 10 - word count: 295 - @wolfstarmicrofic - tw: mentions of Walburga's A+ Parenting

It was a bad moon.

Not in the physical sense, of course- Remus was healthy, if a bit sore, due to his… furry little problem.

No. He was tired and frustrated and so, so angry at the world.

He was bound to snap at people.

And that meant everyone.

Sirius tried to give him compassion- really, he did. It was just that Remus was acting as if his friends (and his boyfriend) treated him like a charity case.

Anyone with sense could’ve seen that it was because they were friends, and friends didn’t leave each other for anything.

However, Remus kept on insisting that it was because Sirius and James and Peter saw him as a responsibility, as someone that they were obligated to take care of because he was “poor and weak and a fucking werewolf, Sirius.”

Sirius felt a piece of himself- one that he tried very, very hard to squash- rise in anger. 

“You think you’re a burden?” he wanted to ask, to scream- at the heavens, waiting for an answer from whatever put him here in the first place; at Remus himself. “You can’t be a burden- at least you help us.”

Unlike me, he thought. His mother’s words flew to the forefront of his mind.

Liar. Disgrace. Lazy. 

Slut. Scum. 

Selfish.

Don’t you ever think of others?

But it was alright, because who cared what Sirius wanted or thought or dreamt or believed, anyway?

Remus was the one who was suffering here. It wasn’t his fault that Sirius couldn’t control that bitter voice in his head that sounded like a mini-Walburga whispering in his ear.

He was poisonous.

He would’ve- should’ve- left a long time ago. 

Should've run until he dropped.

If only humans didn’t require toxic substances to function.

[creativesparkz]

theres a light in your eyes that never goes out

[fullsaw]

I dont see enough tma fan creators lean into the bizarre/uncanny physical aspects of the eyepocalypse

There is no horizon, no endline, only forever stretching land and you can see everything. If you look hard enough, you can see the back of someones head before realizing its your own

The sky is watching; either one massive all encompassing eye, or many, MANY pact together forming a complete skyline of voyeurs

The land between domains is dead, lifeless terrain like the surface of mars. Maybe this is the Real domain of The Extinction

Anyway, be weird in your writing!!! It doesnt need to make sense, their world is fucked!!!!!

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

SCRAGGLY OLD MEN LOVERS, WE’VE WON

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

i need to stop setting up comics without planning them in advance

anyways lonely lonely candy people suddenly finding real joy and happiness, and not knowing how to stop doing the thing that makes them happy. ever forever. ever ever ever forever. it makes them happy. they're lonely.

lyrics from choices (this is bismuth) by katyj98 on youtube

[karmalikeviolin]

// pvp civ ep 5 spoilers

you guys gotta watch pvp civilization

[wizzle-the-frizzle]