#proud of you king!

[arazsen]

This is just going to be a bit of a silly little rambling about today's Aimsey stream. So there will be spoilers in this if you haven't watched it already! (I highly recommend watching it, it was amazing!) (Also sorry it this is really long!)

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When I received the going live notification from Aimsey today, I never clicked on anything faster. Part of me knew what I was getting into given the fact it had "C!Aimsey Finale" in the title but GOD DAMN!! The storyline was awesome, the flashbacks added so much sadness to an already pretty depressing story, and the shots where just beautiful.

You should know that I arrived to Aimsey's chat pretty late than most who are there now. And that adds onto the fact that I don't really know C!Aimsey all that well. I didn't watch the uploaded vods of the Bear SMP streams (I almost did at one point) so I didn't know nor understand what all happened between C!Aimsey and C!Guqqie. The part where I discovered that C!Guqqie had unfortunately died without resolving the major argument they had with C!Aimsey hurt me to my core. Having the last thing you say to someone be something hurtful is so fucking devastating. I genuinely started to tear up.

Then we see that as the years went by C!Aimsey healed. They finally settled down in a nice little village after traveling from place to place for who knows how long. She has friends and seems to be living life as the days go by. She may still be grieving after all that time, but it's okay. They're okay. They made a memorial for C!Guqqie. And after an absolutely BEAUTIFULLY written monologue the story of C!Aimsey came to a close.

Overall, it was an amazing finale for a character I don't know a whole lot about. I personally don't think I cry (or tear up) that often but this finale did something to me. As a person who has lost people all throughout my life, I am still grieving. I have been grieving for years. For people I know personally and for people I wish I could've meet someday. And I'm alright with that. This stream ment a lot to me and I know it did to many others. (I'll wrap this up now because I know this is getting long.)

From the bottom of my heart (and I know many others aswell), thank you Aimsey for an amazing ending for such an amazing character.

[ohposhers]

i told my friend i'd draw Trollex in solidarity cause they had to draw him-- but hear me out guys so Fishipping AU where JD reads a book on fish and finds out there's a fish called John Dory and then he's like oh fuck am i a fish and then he makes Poppy set up a meeting with him and Trollex so he can discuss it with him shut up

[spearxwind]

>> CERCERION, GRIEF OF THE STORM <<

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

based Doctor who

[deefighter2739]

The'll show you who's boss and then laugh at you 💙❤️

[silvermun]

The King’s orders are absolute ⚔️

my full illustration for the @shadow-zine!

[autismsupersoldier]

PLEASE NO SPOILERS PAST PART 34

hello malevolent entities. i come to you offering my john and arthur design - from the early seasons to about season 3. below the cut you can view some rambles, if you so wish. alt text in image ID. :-)

so i will admit, it was extremely difficult for me to try to put john to paper. he does not at all have a humanoid form in my mind, at least not a solid one. all the (few, because im trying to avoid spoilers) designs ive seen of him have been awesome and so creative. some with deer antlers, most cloaked in a big yellow hood. and i love them all, they fit very very much! sincerely. they are so fucking awesome. but as i personally listened to the podcast i struggled to envision him. arthur was a bit easier -- he *was* a human after all. but i struggled a lot with john. i feel like i cant draw him static -- in my mind he exists more as an ever-changing, ever-flowing sort of... gas-like material? some features become more prominent as the seasons go on: he gains pupils, and you may even begin to see a face outline sometimes in the clouds. a hand, too. but it just feels impossible for me to draw him as a static image. which is frustrating because i am not an animator. maybe its just my perfectionism, i dunno. but anyway, yeagh. hes like. a black evermorphing cloud-like matter where you can sometimes see some features outlined in gold dust, yfeel? it feels wrong to give him a static form but i can only do so much with my limited skills. still im mostly satisfied with what i ended up with. :-)

[starry-bi-sky]

my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out

and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.

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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 

Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.

He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 

Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 

Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  

He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 

Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 

He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  

He has no mouth, but he must scream. 

Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 

Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 

Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 

Scrappy is just not enough. 

He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 

Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 

But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 

Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 

He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 

Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.

Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 

Being dead is agony. 

Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 

His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 

In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 

Being dead hurts. 

[royalarchivist]

QUACKITY SMP QUACKITY SMP QUACKITY SMP

[starflungwaddledee]

wanted to do a "year" in review, though actually i only joined tumblr in october! so instead i just did twelve pieces i'm proud of, in roughly chronological order!

can't believe it's been three months? feels both longer and shorter at the same time! thank you so much for having me, i'm looking forward to creating more art and interacting more with this wonderful community in the new year!

ps. for fun: if you remember what art piece you found me through, or your favourite of mine, i'd love to know in the comments!!

[paintpanic]

Kirbtober Day 25: Possession!

[comraderoscoes]

anthony taking a picture of lewis (you're doing amazing sweetie)

[nonexistentenigma]

Merry April Fools.

Hello and good day to yall, I've only been gone for uh, *checks watch* 9 months? In my defense I got a job and also executive dysfunction. This will happen again.

[valcaine]

hope mans had a big afterlife cake. 🎂

[ninacarstairss]

i fucking love how wilhelm took the power he was forced to have and used it all to burn the system down and declare in front of everyone he’s whipped for simon eriksson

[andi-o-geyser]

yeah, that checks out