#so I'm just gonna post it

[sadbeautifulttragic]

you're beautiful, every little piece love, and don't you know? you're really gonna be someone, ask anyone...

[glindyupland]

From ashes I was made, to ashes I return. 

And so I walk alone and wonder w̵̢͠h̴̖̕y̷̘̅?̵̜̄

I find that idea terrifying. 

[hoffnungswolke]

Something I worked on for @unreliablenarratorink and one of her beautiful fics.

[jailforcrayonfor1000years]

drawing from memory :^)

[liagibasiyseehc]

You’re a scary shadow monster who adopted a child- Part 4

If you’re new, you can start from the beginning here!

If you haven’t read it, you can find part 3 here!

Warning: Sahdo (you) remember some details about killing trespassers before Child arrived.  Some description of violence

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You should have foreseen that this day would come.

You had long forgotten why this particular dungeon had fallen under your watch, for all you could recall from your early years was lurking in the darkness, consumed by the blinding agony of hunger and anger, shadows thrumming wildly, rippling, lost to the siren call of savage instinct.

You’d never questioned why you’d felt the need to slaughter all who entered your domain, why it had been instinct to slash, rip, tear at trespassers, to slice at them with fury unleashed from the depths of hell until their material cycling solvent splattered against the walls and pooled on the ground.

You found yourself wondering once more about your origins, however, as your child’s latest voyage into the tunnels brought them before a sturdy steel door, guarded by shadowy sensories and traps that you had no recollection of putting down- you had been subconsciously laying out these traps for so long that you hadn’t even realised you were doing it.

Glimmers of memories burst into existence within your core mass, vibrant, vivid shards of pain and screaming and terror, shadows undulating uncontrollably, pain, pain, so much PAIN-

You recoiled, shadows exploding outwards to cover your child, to protect, defend, guard, cocooning them in a swirling swath of darkness.  Your core mass lurched into motion, shadows gouging deep into the concrete in your haste to get to them, propelling you towards the door despite all your instincts shrieking at you to flee, flee now.

Touches, feather-light and uncertain, scrawled strokes and symbols across the inner surface of the cocoon you made.  Query?  Danger?  Urgent?  Information-request

Unknown, you replied, stay, shadow-safe-stay

Finally arriving at where your child was, you drew the cocoon closer until it was pressing against your core mass, where the majority of the magic that animated you thrummed.  They would be better protected there.

The doorway remained silent and still, almost peaceful, contrasting greatly with the sense of wrong-danger-escape radiating through your core mass as your visual sensories took in its appearance.

Another touch.  Danger?  Information-request

You vibrated.  Unknown, stay-shadow-hide-safe

You dismissed the traps, summoning the shadows back into your core mass.  Your child shifted within their cocoon.  You tensed.

Nothing happened.  The door remained stationary, as if mocking you for your cowardice.  Emboldened, you reached out and slowly, slowly opened it-

Your shadows flexed, expecting an attack- an onslaught of silver and steel and metal, or perhaps the prickling sensation of a curse searching for its target- you were fully confident in your ability to deal with both if they were to appear.

You did not, however, expect nothing.  The room was unguarded, unprotected, without so much as a fortification spell.  In fact, if you hadn’t laid down your defences, virtually anyone could waltz in and obtain- your visual sensories scanned the room- the many heaps and piles of jewellery and treasures that lined every corner of the room.

Instinct warred with logic, screaming at you to retreat, flee, protect your child despite your sensories informing you that no danger could be detected.  If it were a sun-cycle ago you would have listened to your instincts, but the same instincts had also urged you to kill your child when you first met them, so you weren't sure if you could trust them entirely.

Said child scrawled a question against your shadows again, and you slowly unravelled the layers of darkness you used to cover them, allowing them to step into the room.  Wrong-wrong-wrong-danger-flee-protect, your instincts protested, but you ignored them, instead directing your attention towards the sharp inhale made by your child as they took in the room, the sparkling of their visual sensories that you knew signified joy and wonder.

Pretty! they signed, their appendages flailing in a way that implied excitement, shiny-pretty-admiration

They ran up to one of the many treasures and picked it up- a box, carved from gold and decorated by a single piece of diamond studded into its clasp.  You scanned it again with all your sensories just in case- no detectable danger.

Shiny-pretty-admiration, your child repeated, desire-request

You shifted, thoughts churning in your core mass as instinct clashed with logic.  Your instincts insisted that the box was dangerous, that you should rip it from your child’s grasp, blanket them in swaths of shadow, and flee as quickly as possible.  Logically, however, you had scanned it many times and was confident that it was safe and would not harm them.

An embrace enveloped your tactile sensory.  Desire-request

It was impossible to refuse them.

Your shadows moved, slashing out a familiar gesture.  Agreement

Your child’s joy was a palpable thing.  Excitement-appreciation-affection-excitement-joy! they blabbered, appendages moving so fast they were a blur, appreciation-affection

You trilled, any reservations about letting your child keep the box having vanished upon witnessing their exuberance.  Affection-acknowledgement, return?

They perked up, lifting their upper appendages until they were pointed towards the top of your core mass.  Fun-transportation-request, fun-transportation-request!

Vibrating with fond acquiescence, you gathered your child up with your shadows, securing them snugly at the top of your core mass.  Having made sure they were safe, you extended your shadows far, far away to anchor into the walls, auditory sensories picking up your child’s squeal of anticipation, and shot through the long, winding corridors, shadows rippling and flexing to maintain your momentum.

Air whooshed past the many extensions of your mass, a sensation you had always secretly enjoyed.  High up in their perch, your child whooped, shrieking with glee and saturating the air with joy-wonder-excitement all the way back to your lair.

Edit: Part 5!

[inkskinned]

the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"

[ochibrochi]

i'm surprised on how quickly i warmed up to damian's 2021 redesign, but i wish they kept his combat boots! i feel like they're just as iconic as his hood-cape when it comes to his signature look 💔

[fishofthewoods]

I see a lot of people clowning on the people of Pelican Town for not repairing the community center themselves or clowning on Lewis for embezzling and. like. Those criticisms aren't entirely unfair. But I think instead of coming at it from a perspective of "why can't the townspeople do this" we should be asking "why and how can the farmer do this?"

Like. Think about it. The farmer arrives in Stardew Valley on the first day of spring. By the first day they're obviously different. By day five the spirits of the forest who haven't been seen by the townsfolk in years or generations are speaking to them. By the second week they've developed a rapport with the wizard that lives outside town.

In the spring they go foraging and find more than even Linus, who's spent so many years learning the ways of the valley. Maybe he knows, when he sees them walking back home. Maybe he looks at them and understands that they're different, chosen somehow.

In the summer they fish in the lakes and the ocean for hours on end, catching fish that even Willy's only ever heard of, fish that he thought were the stuff of legend. They pull up giants from the deep and mutated monstrosities from the sewers.

In the fall, their crops grow incredibly immense; pumpkins twice as tall as a person, big enough that someone could live inside. The farmer cuts it down with an axe without even batting an eye. Does Lewis wonder, when he checks the collection bin that night and finds it full to the brim with pumpkin flesh? What does he think? Does he even leave the money? Does he have the funds to pay the farmer millions of dollars for the massive amounts of wine they sell? Or is it someone--something--else entirely?

In the winter, the farmer delves into the mines. No one in Pelican Town has been down there in decades. No one in living memory has been to the bottom. The farmer gets there within the season. They return to the surface with stories of dwarven ruins and shadow people, stories they only tell to Vincent and Jas, whose retellings will be dismissed by the adults as flights of fancy. People walking by the entrance to the mines sometimes hear the farmer in there, speaking in a language no one can understand. Something speaks back.

The farmer speaks to the the wizard. They speak to the spirit of a bear inside a centuries-old stone. They speak to the shadow people and the dwarves, ancient enemies, and they try to mend the rift. They speak to the Junimos, ancient spirits of the forest and the river and the mountain. They taste the nectar of the stardrops and speak to the valley itself. They change Pelican Town, and they change the valley. Things are waking up.

And what does Evelyn think? She's the oldest person in the valley; she was here when the farmer's grandfather was young. (How old *is* she, anyway? She never seems to age. She doesn't remember the year she was born.) Does she see the farmer and think of their grandfather? Does she try to remember if he was like this too, strange and wild and given the gifts of the forest?

And does their grandfather haunt the valley? He haunts the farm, still there even after his death; his body died somewhere else, but his spirit could never stay away for long. Does Abigail, using her ouija board on a stormy night, almost drop the planchette when she realizes it's moving on its own? Does Shane, walking to work long before anyone else leaves their house, catch glimpses of a wispy figure floating through the town? Does the farmer know their grandfather came back to the place they both love so much?

Mr. Qi takes interest in the farmer. He's different, too; in a different way, maybe, but the principles are the same. They're both exceptional, and no matter what Qi says about it being hard work and dedication, they both know the truth: the world bends around the both of them, changing to fit their needs. Most people aren't visited by fairies or witches. Most people don't have meteorites crash in their yard. Most people couldn't chop down trees all day without a break or speak to bears and mice and frogs.

The farmer is different. The rules of the world don't work for them the way they work for everyone else. The farmer goes fishing and finds the stuff of fairy tales. The farmer goes mining and fights shadow beasts and flying snakes. The farmer looks at paths the townspeople walk every day and finds buried in the dirt relics of lost civilizations.

The farmer is a violent, irrepressible miracle, chosen by the valley and destined to return to it someday. Even if they'd never received the letter, they would've come home.

They always come home eventually.

[radiance1]

Another link to this post. Meet the parents style.

So, Danny and Jason have been fake dating for a while now, and ended up marrying each other solely for tax benefits. Also, they got cool ass fucking friendship rings that they just couldn't not wear everywhere and being married is convenient so...

Anywho, so Jason has met Danny's parents but Danny hasn't met Jason's parents. Danny knows that he has some ties with the vigilantee scene due to being a Crime Lord-he still doesn't know what to think of his parents connecting the dots immediately when they only met him once while it took him more than that while living with the guy.

He thinks Jason may have been an ex-vigilantee at some point before turning to crime.

Then Danny gets blinded by rich people aura when he finds out that his bestfriend is the long thought dead child of Bruce Wayne. Frankly, he's insulted.

You mean to tell him that his could've been buying ice cream from that high class place all this time!? He shook (literally he grabbed and shook him) that point into Jason, he doesn't care that Jason never told him he was rich but he could've at least bought some high class ice cream once in a while.

Jason who was busy solidifying his power as a crime lord, avoiding his family and making sure not to leak his identity at all: I'm a literal crime lord, and the only thing you care about is me not buying you ice cream?

Danny: YES!!!!

Jason: Dork.

Right anyways, so Jason takes Danny along to meet Bruce and his fam but did say as soon as he started being uncomfortable they're leaving. The batfam is a bit blindsided by Danny, because they thought Jason was bringing his partner but its good to also get a feel for Danny's personality.

Danny and Jason did what's normal for them when Danny starts getting comfortable around the manor full of things that cost waaay more than his rent. Like half-heartedly insulting each other, being snarky, leaning on each other and other such things.

The batfam start thinking that there's more there than they know of. So they start watching a bit closer and ask a few round about questions that fly over Danny and Jason's heads. They just forget they're married often, unless it's regarding taxes.

All of this sends the wrong message when they walk into the same room and, being nosy, one of the batfam comes up to the door and uh. They hear the bed moving quite a lot.

So.

Meanwhile, Jason is trying to wrestle with Danny because this man does not pick a lane. He'll either be the human octopus (who is cold as hell) Jason has ever seen, he'll try to kick him off the bed in his sleep as if Jason personally offended him in some way, or he'll sleep in some wacky position that interrupts Jason's sleep. The last one is tied to the other two, however.

So, Jason has to frequently wrestle this man into a proper position where they both manage to get some sleep and it wouldn't have been so bad if Danny wasn't a goddamn sleep fighter. He would know, he had to nurse a bruised jaw for a few weeks.

Why do they sleep together? Listen, when you're in an apartment with not a lot of money, you gotta cut costs where you can alright?

[brattysofiax]

Thinking about when he held me down on the couch and toyed with my cunt while he watched tv, didn't even look at me, and shushed me everytime I whimpered.

He climbed on top of me when I got too desperate, slid inside me, put a hand over my mouth and said "didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?" while rutting into me 😵‍💫

[solroskajan]

I refuse to belive Uzi can't easily carry N if she wants to.

[gatoiberico]

parfait pals

[skullinahat]

i have DeArrow which changes youtube thumbnails to random screenshots and user-chosen titles and it makes watchers announcement even funnier

[kiisaes]

redraw of that one steven universe meme but as the "replace them with your comfort characters" art trend going around on twitter but mine are from the same series so the novelty is kinda gone and now it's just a bogstandard typical redraw. sorry

[expelliarmus]

I don't believe in destiny, but if destiny exists, then it is heading for Donna Noble.

[asukachii]

In the summer-like colors running down my cheeks

The words that curse you are stuck in the back of my throat

"Will we meet again?"

[black and white version]

(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post these gifs somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use them in edits/videos. Thanks~)