#so he can't intervene

[etokii]

Next prank of the anti-Lucifer Club is just Satan and Belphie taking turns cucking Lucifer 💀

[uncanny-tranny]

This might be controversial to some, but you cannot "tough love" your way to preventing suicide. You cannot have the attitude that people who complete suicide are selfish or are ungrateful or immature. If your mindset about suicide isn't coming from compassion rather than judgment, it won't help suicidal people. You will never help us with a slap on the wrist and a lecture about how we're awful for even thinking about completing suicide.

Suicide intervention starts with compassion and care.

[apple-grass-and-smiles]

Very cool and not heartbreaking at all for the PJO show to emphasize that Percy is an outsider not only because he's new to the whole demigod thing, but also because he doesn't know the rules of being a traumatized kid with all the daddy/mommy issues possible

[hornkneebee]

//no warning tags applied, 502 words//

How irresponsible, Mark thinks. The Farmer is always stretching themselves thin. From managing their farm, running people's errands, fighting monsters within the shadows–the Farmer has a lot on their plate.

And despite Mark's initial indifference towards the Farmer, pity begins to well when he sees the Farmer sleeping so soundly beneath the tree in the Woodlands. Sleeping so peacefully that even the bypassing insects weren't startled by their moving chest.

Might be from exhaustion, he thinks. No wonder; day and night the Farmer goes here and there doing things of many sorts.

Mark sighs. How can the Farmer be so irresponsible. Sure, sleeping on the open grass under the shade of the oak tree seems nice, but he'd reckoned the Farmer might get rashes and itches all across their body.

Mark approaches the Farmer, crouching so that he can see the Farmer's face that is partially obscured by their straw-hat (did the Farmer bought it recently?), gently nudging the Farmer to wake.

Yet, the Farmer remains oblivious towards Mark's nudging. Instead, they lean more towards the tree, a small, satisfied smile etches across their face as they say "Just five more minutes," as though Mark was waking the Farmer up from their daily sleep.

Mark sighs, again. How helpless. With one swift motion, Mark hoists the Farmer up, craddling them protectively to ensure their security within his arms before walking. Their home is not that far, so it is not that far of a journey.

But such sudden movement immediately jolts the Farmer awake, their eyes widen as they were lifted out from the earth below before they begin to register the presence of strong arms around them, securing them in place. Only when the Farmer turns towards Mark does they speak.

"M-mark?!" the Farmer's mouth agape, still trying to make sense of the situation, "What are you doing?"

"Bringing you home," Mark says, his face stoic and cold as ever yet his tone betrays the warmth that already exuding within, "You're tired."

The Farmer doesn't know what to say to that. Indeed, they were tired.

"I..." Alas, there's no other appropriate response but a little, "Thank you... Mark..."

Despite his overall apathetic aura, his lips quirk upwards a bit, though not noticeable enough for anyone to notice.

"You know, it's amazing how you manage to keep all those plants alive..." he sighs, now the Farmer's farm is within views. He sees a vast piece of land decorated by nothing but crops that the Farmer had planted. Otherwise, there's untouched land beyond the fences.

"Yet you can barely take care of yourself." and Mark's expression soften a bit. He then looks down at the Farmer, who has a bewildered expression across their face.

"You ought to take better care of yourself, okay?" and as if the last wall had collapsed, the Farmer witnesses Mark smiling. Not at anyone else. Or anything else. But at them.

The Farmer smiles. Again, still confused, yet they're slowly taking in this development.

"Thank you, Mark."

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🌻A little note from me🌻

Thank you for reading! I hope you like this one! I really love Mark and the only other fan fiction of Mark is about him adopting a pet and I love it so much!!! To contribute to the scarcity of Mark-related content, I wrote this one just for fellow Mark-lovers out there!

Also, if you notice, the last few dialogues from Mark is heavily taken and inspired from his own dialogue in game;

Which I interpret as Mark softening up with the Farmer, which is a development I yearn for!!!

Anyway, again, thank you for reading and see you guys when I see you!!!

[heraldofcrow]

Setting aside the theory that Eileen herself was going mad for a second:

We know what blood-drunk hunters look like and how they act…we see Gascoigne and Henryk rage like beasts…that was at least made to be a central point. It has a distinct flavor to it, like men giving into their inner animal.

And so the question endlessly plagues my mind…why was Eileen’s last-seen prey someone like Bloody Crow, who showed no signs of madness, who fought with careful precision, and held his ground in such a specific location. WHY?

Why would she compromise her entire mission and her values to hunt a sane hunter if it wasn’t personal? Again, this is assuming she wasn’t giving into her own bloodlust, because while I adore that theory, I do think there is something to be said about how we are very clearly introduced to the concept of blood-madness within the Gascoigne story. I do think Eileen was at least meant to appear as their intended mercy-killer.

It’s presented as a surface level theme, and so I would say it’s relatively safe to assume Henryk was another drunk. If he was the “granddad” to that family, then he did lose them all in one night, and I wouldn’t blame him for losing his head, or Eileen for hunting him.

I’m repeating myself yes, but I can’t help but obsess over the detail that Bloody Crow seems…sane? And Eileen still hunts him? Obviously the connection with their garb and the Vileblood implications with Crow just make it even worse. I am clawing at threads here, begging for a clear answer from a game that has none, but it just draws me in every time. This is such an underrated part of Bloodborne’s story, in my opinion. The mystery is too enticing!

[bansenshukai]

daily 10.26.22: roughly inspired by this obkk fanart

[mundanemiseries]

The Man in The Wall/Wally tended to hang around within Koko's mind. An uninvited guest that had long ago decided Kokabiel would be its plaything.

It tended to appear before Koko wearing his face, a near perfect mirror to him at sixteen, unseen by most. It's mockery of Koko's childhood only truly visible to those with eyes for the supernatural realms.

However it can and will just hijack Kokabiel's body at times. Use his body to go about the material world in Koko's place. Sometimes merely to taunt Koko.

He seems far more chipper when Wally was at the helm, an odd perpetually teasing/mocking tone when the entity spoke through him, eyes both oddly empty yet constantly glowing with a soft coral light as it looked through them.

[tmae3114]

Thinking thoughts about how the knowledge that Cole spent a decent portion of his childhood with a chronically ill parent influences the way his initial reaction to turning into a ghost reads

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Oh, only the good things," Randall grinned right back, the smell of homemade gumbo, with all of its savory spices and seasonings, dancing in his nose as he thanked their waitress and prepared to dig in. Hot gumbo was something he could eat without hardly blowing on it, just as he could drink hot coffee straight from the pot, completely unbothered by the temperature-something he picked up from his mother, no doubt, given her penchant for piping hot black coffee.

"I think you'll like them," he added warmly, as he took in a spoonful of gumbo, savoring the wonderful flavors before saying, "They're very nice, very...down-to-Earth, you might say. Ma's a nurse at the children's clinic and Pa works construction, so you probably wouldn't see them during the week; they work most of the same days I do, but they at least get the weekends off."

So who knew? Maybe after one of these dates (the word alone made his heart flutter with excitement), they'd swing by his home to meet them-his folks never minded visitors, and would no doubt welcome her with open arms.

"How's your steak?" he then ventured to ask, looking up from his gumbo at the slab of meat on her plate-he probably would've ordered it a little more cooked, a little more well-done, but hey, some people enjoyed their steaks rare...really rare...

[frankensteined]

did not know that if you ask mattis to repeat the coin flip trick enough times he'll just let you keep the ring because you're irritating him so much 🥲 very on-brand for millie to be the one to find that out 🥲

and it is ALSO on-brand for millie to obliviously get pickpocketed the entire time (which is also the first time that this has happened to me in a playthrough. thanks, mills)

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Rosa's missed potential my beloathed

[desolationcleo]

so we're all in agreement that if jimmy doesn't die first, we'll make art and fics of the bad boys finding out grian's a watcher and jimmy asking if he can remove his death curse and grian managing to do it

[meadowsofmay]

i can't explain it in words but the "quarrel" between legolas and aragorn scene in ttt make me go bRRRRR

[batshit-auspol]

For those that aren't in Australia right now, we have the funniest scandal going on.

Firstly let us introduce you to the eye of the storm: Sam Kerr. Sam is a women's soccer player who has in the last year become one of the most famous and beloved athletes in Australia. Captain of the women's national team, Sam became something of a cult figure after the last Women's Soccer World Cup became a complete unpredicted sensation in Australia, with the whole country getting behind the team.

Sam, up until now, has had probably one of the most squeaky clean images in sport. Generally in Australia it is not uncommon for our sports stars to be caught up in scandals involving drugs:

violence:

drinking their own urine:

or if you're cricket legend Shane Warne, probably all three at once.

Contrasting all this, Sam's image as the squeaky clean saviour for sport made it all the more shocking this last week, when it was announced that Kerr was to face trial after having been charged by the UK police of a "racially aggravated offence" involving a taxi driver.

This was shocking news. Nobody knew what to make of it. Sam was a model for young girls everywhere and a national treasure. "This is why we can't have nice things" screamed the nation. It seemed like all hope was lost.

That is, until, yesterday, when the UK police finally revealed the full details of the case, in which Sam Kerr, sporting legend, was arrested for vomiting in a cab, and then telling an intervening police officer that he was a “stupid white bastard”.

Now we probably don't need to point out that in Australia, vomiting in a taxi and then calling a cop a bastard is about as close to a national culture as we have.

You could not have come up with a better headline to make someone a national hero.

Needless to say, Sam in now being hailed down under as the greatest legend that ever lived, and a petition has already been started to have her picture added to the $5 note.

The tide has swung so far that not one, but TWO, state Premiers have spoken out in support of Kerr, and the Prime Minister has even gone on the record describing her as "a delight".

And so ends the racial abuse saga of our greatest sports hero of all time, and the very first reverse milkshake duck to ever exist.

[trentxaa]

kinda obsessed with arsenal fans on twt complaining that they lost because of the refereeing, not because the ref favored porto, but because he called a lot of softer fouls, truly one of the funniest excuses in the book 10/10

[murasakiirohana]

Ino went to bat for any of the kids that she felt needed it.