#not much comfort but its there ig

[poisonioushearts]

Sounds that Echo

Characters: All dorms

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, possibly some grammatical errors

Synopsis/tags: The drip of the blot overwhelms your mind and won’t stop, character comforts you as a random person overblots, establish relationship(?), hurt/comfort, hurt

Notes: I dunno man I am running out of ideas lmaooo, sorry for not posting in like four days-

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The sound plagued your mind for what felt like the hundredth time as your vision blurred and the shape of the nameless student became wrapped in a thick blanket of black. Blot.

You’ve been through this before and fought through the sound that echoed in your mind, images that flashed across your vision, but everyone has their limit. Their breaking point.

It seems you have reached yours.

Your fingers twitched as you gripped the edge of your uniform tightly, you took a shaky breath and tried to ready yourself for this unwanted fight.

But the sound got louder and seemed to continue even when the transformation was complete. Your fingers flew from your uniform to your ears in an attempt to quiet the sound that existed in your head.

You couldn’t even hear his voice call out your name, you were just concentrating on the sound that wouldn’t stop.

When he gently took your hands in his, the sound began to slightly fade, but the absence of the sounds didn’t stop you from shaking and it didn’t stop the tears that had long since begun to flow down your face.

His heart breaks, no, it shatters at your state. He doesn’t know why you are so shaken up but he doesn’t like it. He wants to know, but won’t push it. He just pulls you away from the danger and stays with you until the student is defeated and takes you to your(or his) dorm.

Duece, Jade, Silver

It took a moment for him to realize that you weren’t shaking from the cold or from fear- but out of something much worse. He doesn’t really know what to do other than hug you and glare angrily at the overblotted student.

Ace, Deuce, Floyd, Epel, Sebek

He is pissed. He wants to bring the student back to their senses because they are clearly hurting you in someway-it’s no coincidence. But first, he’s going to make sure you are alright because you come first.

Riddle, Leona, Jade, Floyd, Lilia

He wipes away your tears and tries to tell a joke, he wants to see you smile. And you do- but it’s clear that you are fighting something in your mind and this smile is for him. It’s genuine but not as happy as he would have liked. He knows it all too well.

Carter, Ace, Ruggie, Kalim

His normally unreadable expression becomes an open book(for a split second or more)as he watches you clutch your head. Without a second thought, he ushers you away, he’ll let the others deal with the overblot. Right now he has to help you.

Jack, Vil, Trey, Azul, Jamil, Rook, Lilia

He's panicking. He has no idea what to do and he’s frozen on the spot. Only when you call his name softly does he immediately move towards you and hug your shaking form.

Idia, Azul, Epel, Malleus

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[skitskatdacat63]

And here is the bull himself >:)

+ lore notes

I was like, ah I should make the shadow something interesting, and then I'm like GIVE HIM BULL HORNS???? OKAY SURE !!!!! I'm glad such thoughts can strike at 7 in the morning....thanks brain. But hehehe I'm glad bcs now this matches up super well with the Nando one!

New ship dynamic: who's the bull and who's the matador :)

I think, in this AU, Fernando is generally pretty fond of Seb when he first meets him. Like "ah yes my very own protégé, very nice, I shall mold him in my image." But then Seb starts veering off that course. Bullfighting is all about being dramatic, but Seb maybe has a bit too much(🤏) flair for the dramatic. This escalation starts while he's still Fernando's assistant but he keeps it generally at bay. But god when he becomes a matador himself, he's just off the rails insane.

Bullfighting, to me, is a sport about reckless endangerment of one's self in the pursuit of drama and performance(its literally described as a tragedy in three acts.) But Fernando thinks Seb endangers himself *too* much, not because he cares or anything, but he's making a mockery of the sport!! Especially when Seb starts doing that bull hand symbol(seen above), Fernando just keeps become more enraged with him, not anything to do with the fact that Seb is threatening his records and threatening his own wellbeing, nah of course not.

Seb's gesture is making a mockery of the sport, he's disrespecting the culture, the very nature of it, blah blah blah. Jenson once asks Fernando, after noticing him seething while watching Seb do his gesture, "Which bull are you really trying to defeat?" One could also describe Fernando and Seb's relationship as a "tragedy with three acts."

Anyways Fernando gets very tied up with this rivalry. Even after suffering a severe injury(I have yet to decide, but y'know mchonda electrocution core), he quickly returns to the sport, loath to let Seb get any more headway. And then Seb gets injured, poor little sweet Seb, and neither of them can handle it. Though I already covered this in my prev lore post 🤭 and I think I put it pretty viscerally there so!! I digress.

They're both matadors, but the bull itself is not the only bull Fernando wants to conquer. Conquer as in death? Hm.

[2bu]

im sorry but am i supposed to know who sent this lmao

edit: btw if this is anyone who i think it could be i think it's weird and hypocritical for you to continue to perpetuate stalker behavior towards me despite me making my own boundaries /very/ clear, especially if you've found yourself blocked by me. crazy how you guys continue to treat me this way and continue to assert that I'm the bad guy 👍🏼

[dani-the-goblin]

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[jingler]

Barbieland isn't "The Patriarchy But Flipped." Barbieland is what little girls imagine a world run by women is like. It's like the settings of cartoons made for girls, where girls and women are powerful and magical while men are not as important to the world but certainly not oppressed. It's the world of the original barbie movies, where barbie shines and ken is perfectly fine standing behind her, because this is a story for girls, and there are enough stories for boys. Barbieland is that Girl Power feeling of magical girl cartoons, pink footballs, and princess playtime dresses. The knowledge growing up that the gender you were being raised as used to be oppressed but clinging to an imagined and naive belief that sexism was over. But then one day you're playing on the playground and the teasing between the girls and the boys about who is better becomes sincere, and you realize that you are actually viewed as less than simply for wearing a dress. You look around your world and find that you are still surrounded by the ideas of misogyny you thought were dead and gone. It's painful, leaving Barbieland. It's painful, seeing the boys you played with grow up to hate you. It's painful, seeing girls ridicule other girls for not abandoning girliness fast enough to fit in the grown up world, as if girliness was something to ever feel ashamed of. Barbieland is simply a world where women feel comfortable to be whatever they want to be, and the fact that that idea is seen as radical makes me want to claw my teeth out.

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

I'm having one of those "I wish I could just be part of the Astral Express crew" moments

[forecast0ctopus]

Watching your speed paints I'm always amazed at how bright of colors you start with for skin tone, yet it always manages to work!

oh thanks so much!! to be honest picking skin color is always my weakness so its a lot easier if i use a base (like the bright blue on the merlin one) to make sure all the colors work and are cohesive. and also i hsb adjust a lot after bc i never trust the initial color i pick out lmao

[toytulini]

Alright gamers rate my stream setup

[sewercentipede]

cant decide btwn 2", 3", or 4.75" heritage rough rider .22lr revolver

cuz i want a teenie tiny small caliber handgun that i could fit in a purse and ive never owned a revolver but they r fun and id like one

[roachemoji]

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[aria0fgold]

In this world, the storm will pass

Alec sat atop the railing of the balcony, looking up at the sky as it slowly dims to reveal the countless stars awaiting the night to be seen, to twinkle at the life below the vast sky. A cigarette placed between his lips, smoke rising up to the stars that he can only dream of reaching someday.

His eyes were vacant, what was once a vibrant blue, like the sky in a cloudless sunny day, is now merely as dull as the sky in the fog, in the stormy weather that never left. But it's getting better now. Slowly, slowly… Like clouds drifting in a windless day, moving an inch, yet moving still. Slowly… The storm will pass. But for now, he'll stay in the eye of it.

Standing beneath the stars surrounded by a quiet storm all kept inside. In this world, everything is the same, yet different. In this world, everyone is alive, safe from a greater danger than life itself. In this world, Alec is supposed to be dead, yet here he is… Someone else. In this world, his family lost Alec, yet in his world, he lost everything.

So what is he doing here then? Intruding in a world that didn't need someone like him. An Alec that was doomed to have nothing, living in a world that has moved on from Alec's death. He doesn't know, doesn't understand. He gave up understanding the world ever since that day, the day where it collapsed, leaving him with nothing but ruin. He always thought that, it would be better for him to have lost himself to the forest instead than be brought here by whatever force, whatever power, whatever God, who thought it entertaining to put him here, in this world. Is it fun? His life… to be toyed with by fate, by the world itself, is it fun? He gave up wondering about it, gave up on an answer he didn't need to hear.

Alec took a drag on his cigarette, frankly, he isn't one to smoke, he isn't one to drink, he isn't one to do any such things. But what does it matter anyway? His body… won't sustain any damage from it anymore. It's different. Everything is. Nothing was ever the same ever since his world started collapsing. Nothing was. So it didn't matter, whatever damage he does to his body didn't matter, it'll just heal it all anyway. Leaving not even scars on his skin, what a picture perfect body, devoid of scars. One would wonder if he ever went through such things, when there's nothing for him to show for it.

Alec glanced down, it was pretty high. This house, this balcony on the third floor. He gave up on that thought long ago though, it was the only constant he has left, his will to live, even after everything. Foolish, isn't it? To continue wanting to live even after all that, for what reason really? He doesn't know anymore, his memory isn't as good as it was before. So much so, that he's guilty of forgetting what his family looked like. Had he not been living in this world, he would've forgotten their names too.

Alec looked up again, to the pitch black sky, the stars brightly twinkling at him. Back in his world, he found solace in the night, in the stars above. He thought of them as his family watching over him, was it a myth he read back then? The souls of your loved ones becoming stars in the night sky. What of it now, however? In a world where everything is okay, is his family's souls still amongst the sea of stars, watching over him like they did before? What would they think of him now? Would they be happy? Glad? Relieved? Or would they be mad? Upset? Betrayed? To see Alec be happy with someone that's them yet aren't at the same time?

He doesn't want to think about it.

Just as Alec brought the cigarette to his lips to take another drag, the hand of another reached out to take it from his own, he didn't need to turn around to know who it belonged to. He knows it already, by heart.

“You okay?” Ray stood beside him, leaning on the railing as he threw the cigarette to the ground. Putting the fire out with his slippers.

“You're going to ruin that pair soon if you keep that up…”

“Well, that's fine. I forgot to grab the ashtray on the way.” Ray hummed, “You dodged my question again though.” His voice had a slight teasing tone, mouth formed into a small grin as he glanced at Alec.

“It's always the same answer, anyway.” I'm fine. That's the answer he always gives to that question, every single time. He knows it's a lie, they know it's a lie, but what else can he say when words aren't enough to convey whatever he's been feeling ever since then?

“I don't mind that. Maybe, once a lie is repeated enough times, it'd come true someday.” Ray chuckled, “Though that sounds a bit dangerous, now that I think about it.”

Silence fell between the both of them, it isn't heavy nor is it tense. It was comfortable, like the breeze of the night. Ray looked to the sky, and Alec… he looked to Ray's eyes. It was as dark as the night sky, reflecting the countless stars twinkling high above with a light all too familiar yet not at the same time. This is Ray, yet not his Ray. That is Ray, one who've turned into light, amongst the sea of many others, high above the sky, a bright twinkling star. In a way, he did become a ray of light, just not that of sunshine as he would always say.

Alec moved his eyes towards the sky once more, and the two stayed there, in the silence, below the night sky, underneath the stars, they bathed in the light of a hundred promises, a thousand wishes and a million hopes for a future gentler than their present.

[ghoulschooldropout]

thinking about MacCready's silly little outfit

[skitskatdacat63]

Portrait of wifey <3

[wistfel]

i think mys!werewolves should get to be more monstrous. as a treat. the fact none of them seem to have a proper wolf form is such a scam honestly

[yamikawaii]

i wanna go home i wanna be with yoomiee