#kinda Just in case

[eggwishing]

where you should be

[townofcadence]

The first time Artair taps into his potential too far is--- messy, to put it lightly. It's like one of those pop-up tents, where once it's out of the bag, getting it back inside the original dimensions is a struggle. Even folding it at the seams isn't enough, you need to twist the frame, contort the body, until it's forced to fit back inside.

Once Artair taps into that part of himself too much, it's a bell that can't be unrung. His body doesn't know how to configure itself, and he has no control, no understanding of how to be what he is. What happens instead is a body that seems to be fighting itself, shifting with a mercurial nature into so many configurations, manifesting one power more and then another in rapid kaleidoscopic shifts. He has too many limbs, arms that shouldn't be, hands disconnected from his torso that still move. Each one is tipped with long, inhuman claws and growing thorns from darkened palms and fingers, except where shallow lacerations bleed gold. He has feathered wings growing from his back but also from places they shouldn't be coming from, until he's a massive sprawl of them-- they unfurl in a shimmering array of colors, and some vanish just as quick as they came. The arms appear, disappear, split into even more hands.

His eyes blink in and out of existence, a dizzying perception that sees more than humans and leaves him churning in the vertigo. His body bleeds gold like rivers and his hair floats like it's underwater and there are mouths not on his face but tucked in the strands. Flowers twine their way around his bones, his form, and long antlers tipped with cherry blossoms bloom on his head, too large, too long, too heavy.

His ribs shimmer through his skin in lines he can see despite what should hide them, and parts of his skin lose color until they are just voids of nothing, numb and cold. His body fractures itself into pieces in a moment, his irises shattering to pieces and the same happening where from his skin to his marrow a shard of him breaks off, floating away. The wind whips around him, but he is untouched in the vortex, centered in the eye of the storm that reaches the sky and breaks it open.

He contorts as his bones move where they should be, as his body continues to break until he's no longer recognizable as anything but a fractured mess-- and then in a blink he is back to the same moment, the same beginning, where he is unfurling all over again, too much spillage to control.

This time it's different too, a different amalgam of limbs and eyes and formless shape, rain drowning him and lights arcing along his skin like electric circuits, as he struggles to have a body at all, one that makes sense. But in the pain and contorting and the terrorizing change, it's hard to remember what a body is, how one felt to have.

It's hard to even remember what he looked like, except broken, and that thought only twists him further until he's melting with kintsugi lines of lightning cracking through his form. His mouths are filled with black ichor now. The flowers in his antlers are dying and dropping off in petals. The flowers wither beneath him and the water ripples in a pool around him. Moss grows on him and he can feel all the world in his heartbeat, all the tangled emotions that make them. Wounds open, old and new along his form that cannot rest.

His body breaks and reforms faster. What is a person? How do you be one? Has he ever been? Monster monster monster. What's real? What's him and not just someone else? Where did he ever begin? There are whispers all around him and they are all him, different versions, different times.

But he is just him, and he is so small except he's not, he's as vast and limitess as the universe, but he's also constrained in this form, a vessel of meat and blood and physicality. What's inside him strains against it, like a beast against a snare. But he's just not ready. Not yet. Not enough.

His form falls apart again, breaking into stardust. It begins again, and his mind struggles to collect the pieces. It's too much. All he can do is beg his own body for respite.

It doesn't know how grant such a thing. He begins again, again again again, dying and cycling and changing and shifting over and over and knowing he's only just scratched the surface-- until oblivion takes him.

He wakes up human, except now he knows he never was.

[horatiocomehome]

remembering how I tried doing sus like three different times before act 4 and full cleared each time like I was really getting the immersive experience of living through the loops without making any gains

[elisedonut]

I'm fond of Percy but he hasn't drawn me in like some other Weasleys-- what are some top adjectives that you would use to describe him? What's your draw to him as a character? So nice to meet you!! 💖

Hello!! Nice to meet you!❤❤

now word of warning i'm not really that great at character like meta and stuff so my first thought was legit just

uhhh he babie????

but seriously obviously there are the typical ones that most people think about like intelligent and bossy so lets not talk about those some big ones i associate with him and find very interesting about him are like

Mother-hen, Perfectionist child turned Anxiety ridden adult, Eldest daughter syndrome personified, Slut, Autistic-coded, attention whore, Drama queen, Morally grey

Here's also a post that I heavily agree with that explains some of his characteristics way better then I ever could

as for me being drawn to him that's difficult to answer I got attached to him from reading Draco/George fics which lead to Draco/Percy fics because Draco would keep like mentioning that out of all the other siblings he got along best with Percy to my ADHD brain like flipping a switch and saying that I love him and hyperfixating on him and trying to read every Percy centric fic I could find and now I'm here over a year later

I do find him very relatable and quite adorable and find the way the narrative and parts of the fandom treat him terrible but like a tangible thing to point at and be like

that

that's why i love him is a bit more difficult

but ill try

He's smart,

He's bossy,

He has anxiety,

He loves his family,

He has a complicated relationship with said family,

He tries to take care of the people he cares about,

He needs his mom and dad to really see him and not just what he can do for them or his accomplishments even if he doesn't realize it

He would have sex with all the quidditch captains of his 7th year if given the opportunity,

He was sending his girlfriend love letters all summer

He cares about rules and structure but would break them in a heartbeat if he found it necessary

He's lonely

He was a good Prefect/Headboy with what he was given to work with

He's constantly trying his best but with the world normally throwing that in his face

He had a crush on his boss,

He's so used to his family not respecting him that he typically brushes it off

He needs therapy

He ran a whole department practically by himself

He survived being in the ministry when it was swarming with death eaters and wasn't murdered

He had to watch as his last three school years descended into more and more chaos and still was expected to respect and listen to the man in charge

He passed 12 newts

He liked divination

His old pet rat that he found turned out to be a person and we don't even know if he was ever told

so um

in conclusion uhh he my babie??

[heart-forecast]

Valiant D'arktanyan

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[skyblueartt]

Henry and William absolutely fucked in college and still haven't gotten over it, you can't convince me otherwise

Not to answer your ask like 15 seconds after you submitted it but I’m about to drive an hour somewhere and checked my phone right as you sent it and I just gotta say, YES, 10000000000%, nobody can change my mind on this one‼️ I’d like to imagine they might’ve been roommates in college or something and things just get extremely homoerotic lmao. They totally fucked at least once- even if it was something small. Like. There’s no way they didn’t. And I headcanon that when William started dating a girl and got married (idk anything about Mrs Afton, rip girl we never knew you lmfao) Henry was just. So envious but also so sad. Ughgghghfh these two, I tell ya

[transboyhalo]

Im so sorry to that one chatter that suggested it but i do Not care for recreations of any of the other teams bases. Soulfire's base has something so cozy about it AND it survived undiscovered until the end. I just want the soulfire base back man D:

[killemwithkawaii]

Today seems like a good day to be the filling in a Sal and Larry sandwich 🥪💕

[grimbeak]

i make a post ab kevin wtnv hating women bc he didn't show up in the lubelle arc (arc about a woman) and finknor immediately kidnap me and make me into a nv intern and i am eaten by the ladybug snakes on my second day

[themoonbutspooky]

Kinda wanna destroy all identifiable aspects of the self. Just to make a point about perception and identity. Is it masking to beat your face into an unrecognizable pulp?

[d8tl55c]

sometimes i make animations too :3

"WING / K"

20 sec, 12fps

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF 4 nightmares haunted all the Afton kids..

[muggle-born-princess]

Reblog if you're LGBT and are against MAPS/Child Groomers

[bluegiragi]

mutt. (small explanation under the cut)

early access + nsfw on patreon

so. a couple of lore things here.

Roba only took one of the blood vials before he went out to fight Price. But during Ghost's final interaction with Vernon, he smashes all of the remaining ones over the floor. When he finally killed Vernon, the impact of the blow splashed blood onto his hands, which he then used to a) slash Roba across the face and b) literally grab his tongue. So you can kind of assume that Roba's gotten a much much higher dose than he's supposed to safely take.

Also, his symptoms look pretty similar to the transformed state of Konig, no? Rabid, mindless, inability to talk, and most importantly, he's huge. I think my thought behind this is that the way the world used to be, monsters were way WAY larger than they are now. Roba was underselling it when he said that the vial "unlocks what is dormant" - probably a better description is that it strips away any hybrid's evolutionary 'safety cap' so to speak, in exchange for the original being's mind.

[7roaches]

sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea

[caruliaa]

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her