#made and unmade

[highladyjane]

- Unknown

“The lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and Dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two."

[charleslucid]

Ghost Billy and Ghost Eddie laughing hysterically as they keep moving things around Steve’s house and leaving open cabinets.

[ivarthebadbitch]

aldhelm + serving rulers

[episims]

Julian ". . ."

Alison "Annoying, right? Irida hardly ever makes her bed."

Julian "-not only supernaturals. We lack basic knowledge about the compatibility of extraterrestrial genetics with common anesthetics, too. Given that there are significant differences in how they work on humans-"

Alison "Sedating aliens is risky. Eh, at least we don't need to look far for the first test subject. I assume you've already done a DNA analysis of your offspring?"

Julian "No. I won't do that, either."

Alison "Out of all people, you have parental instincts?"

Julian "The military doesn't know about Aurora-"

Alison "Besides Commander Reed and probably the whole SCIA, considering who she's married to."

Julian "I trust Becca and Ruby. If you want to work on this project, I expect you to not mention Aurora in any context related to it."

Alison "We've been colleagues for years, Julian. You know I'm trustworthy, too. Curiously, I just forgot everything about your personal life."

Julian "...Thank you."

Alison "Was that all about the project? I have another supernatural matter you might find interesting."

[summernnightss]

i want collab with starira in bandori please... (i will go insane over yukina as claudine)

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

friendly reminder that self harm is lying to you

[yunogf]

why do i hate everything i make

[randomwriteronline]

The first thing he noticed properly was not the sudden impossible change in location, or the unnaturally colored light drenching the mountain, or the partially reconstructed temple above his head, or the anguished screams from all around, or the feeling of utter wrongness seeping into his bones, but the streaks of red on the stone pavement. He couldn't fully figure out what they were, or why they had such a strange shape, or what were the small dark scraps near them, or from where they could have come; but something about them made his face pale and his blood freeze.

A sudden sense of vertigo struck him, and he lowered almost to his knees to keep himself steady. A sudden sense of vertigo struck him, and he lowered almost to his knees to keep himself steady. A sudden sense of vertigo struck him, and he lowered almost to his knees to keep himself steady.

Then finally he broke out of that repeating moment, and looked up. An amiable smile greeted him before the shattering sky.

"Good morning, Warden Ingo," it said with a powerful, gentle voice that cracked the ground somewhere far, too far away.

It didn't sound nearly as human as it should have been.

It was morning, or at least it had been when the smile had spoken. Now rains of five months past were falling backwards out of the earth and into red clouds, and it was at once evening and dawn together, and night and dusk and afternoon all stuck in a gruesome thing that gave him a headache.

In horrid confusion he found himself unsure of where he was.

His only landmark in the all consuming spiraling were the red streaks of red on the stone pavement.

"Let me apologize," the powerful, gentle voice said. The amiable smile from which it came curled in a wide curve, dulcet in shape yet sharp enough to almost sever his head right there and then. "Your presence here was a mistake. An honest accident."

The grey eye looked at him with pity.

A black hole was emerging. He could see it everywhere at once, larger and smaller, in different moments of its growth: one second it had already swallowed him, the next it was a microscopic speck, the next it was a serpentine beast coiling around what should have once been a human body.

The serpentine beast looked at him with burning eyes, as red as the streaks of red on the stone pavement.

It dawned on him, in a constantly repeating minute, what those streaks were; and in the constantly repeating minute, he cried, or screamed, or froze, or puked, or trembled, or asked why.

The grey eye remained blind and deaf to his anguish.

"Unfortunately, we have not had the means to fix this until now," the powerful, gentle voice said as it rolled out of the amiable smile.

Something was wrong.

Down to the atoms that composed his body, he felt it.

Something was wrong.

Down to the atoms that composed his body, he felt it.

Something was wrong.

The serpentine beast opened its rotting wings wider, blood red bones peaking through the dark lunging slowly towards him.

"Be not afraid," said the powerful, gentle voice as the grey eye looked at him and gifted him an amiable smile so sharp it cut him in half. "Our plan always meant to help you, too, in the end. You won't even notice this unfairness took place."

He watched, feeling his limbs be torn apart at the joints painlessly, like a ragdoll methodically pulled until its seams rip, a hand lay graceful and calm on what should have been a human chest.

The grey eye looked at him without seeing, triumphant, with an amiable smile and a powerful, gentle voice drowning the very world it was collapsing within itself in the way a misguided parent drowns their child in a wine bath, spurred by teachings of a false prophet.

"I am a very just god, after all."

"You good?"

He blinked.

Then he blinked again.

He turned: "Huh?"

His brother looked at him blankly, maybe a little concerned. The station buzzed outside the door.

"You stood up," his brother said. "Blacked out for a bit. Are you ok?"

"Ah." he replied, and tilted a bit when he went to touch his forehead: "I think I might have had a dizzy spell, a moment of vertigo."

"Do you want some water?"

"No, it's nothing to worry about. Give me just a moment."

He sat back down, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut for a few seconds.

Then he stood back up.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I feel much better already. Let's go now - better to avoid delays."

He closed the door behind himself.

[vorakh]

disco elysium has so many beautiful lines i want to write them everywhere for everyone to read

[quietwingsinthesky]

the amount of time i spend thinking about Even carrying the metacrisis doctor’s fob watch is really quite disproportionate to how much ive fleshed out that part of the story in my head

[limelocked]

Yknow I’m hearing about how doctor who has changed and towards rtds last episodes on s4 there’s more of an awareness in dr who’s England that aliens are real which you kinda expect after 3 fucked up christmases

But I heard that social media was baked into the show later on and I’m sitting here now thinking like

Israel had the majority of people calling a dead boy a doll, it was reality and seemingly reputable news sources had to pull Israel’s claims because it turned out reality was real

No cg was involved but don’t get me started on how video game footage was passed off as real in the opening days of the genocide

Anyways the point is that these past two months has really highlighted that if the powers that be want you to question reality, They Can Do It

Maybe not with how often dr who puts the whole earth at stake but you get what I mean? Unless you saw it yourself there is a good chance the powers that be can censor it and gaslight you into thinking the people who saw the aliens were just experiencing mass hysteria or something

[hlxtn]

tiny onigiri on the buttcheek

IM ABSOLUTELY CACKLING GUYS PLS HAHAHHAHAHA

I HAVE TO AGREEE HDHDKEL

[punkclowngod]

The thing is,,, even if it turns out I am lovable and someone wants to be with me in a queer way, I think,,, I think once we go to bed together for the first time and I just go on top of the covers and only use a blanket, I think that might be a dealbreaker

[dearreader]

i know my seasonal depression is returning because i haven’t made my bed like all week

[savior-of-humanity]

✍ + Fall @ Davoth?

He only ever wanted them to be happy.

He only ever wanted them to be eternal.

He only ever wanted them to be like him.

So how did it end up like this?

Da'vanoth could do nothing as he free-fell - deep, deep, past the gaping maw of darkness itself, into the very heart of the abyss incarnate. Its talons sinking deep into his mind, his soul, the very essence that made up his entire being. There was no part of him that was invaded and violated and sifted through. Teeth sinking into his throat, talons raking through his brain, nails driven through his nerves.

Every single part of him wanted to scream in anguish and grief and fury and rage and HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE - but it would not let him express it. The hate for this being, who even he could not even begin to comprehend, whether it was in form or intent or action. Or for himself, for falling for the bait it had laid out for him.

There would be no going back.

I shall shape you into the form I see fit, it whispered. They will fear you, the ultimate pariah, the harbinger of the end of all that was and all that ever will be. The devourer, the undoer, the destroyer. You are my puppet, and it is through you that my will shall be done.

All Da'vanoth could do, Lord of the Dusk, God of Jekkad and the Dark Lord of Hell, was scream.

...

But nobody came.

[majimassqueaktoy]

any majima + makoto songs you'd recommend? 😋

Ooh, okay so I have a Few but one of the Most Majimako songs for me is definitely Autoclave by The Mountain Goats

As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure You ought to head for the exits, the sooner, the better

I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no one in her right mind would make my home her home

I just think it's such a Them song and it makes me Emo, but I just love the goats in general X