#without spoiling too much

[ancicntforged]

this is so fucking funny without context lmaooo

[pixlezz]

follow up to last post

also don’t worry i won’t post any spoilerz without proper spoiler tagz or just in general for a while since english version just dropped on roku

[shady-tavern]

WIP from “The Shape of a Soul”

Part 1 Here.

In the evening, she sat by the fire, knitting new socks while Aunt Anya told a story, her children listening attentively. She had a lovely voice for it and big, expressive gestures.

"I'll just finish this," Marya said, gesturing at her knitting, when the kids began to nod off and Aunt Anya ushered them off to bed.

"Don't stay up too late," her aunt said, leaning down briefly to press a kiss to the top of her head. "They look great."

"Thanks, I've been trying that new technique Grandma Tanya taught me. Good night." Marya used the last of the fire light to finish the socks and when she stood up to stretch, her back cracking a little, she found herself shivering suddenly.

Frowning, she looked from the slowly dying fire to the window as another shiver ran down her spine. It was too warm in here for her to be cold. Instinctively, she found herself rubbing at her arms as she cautiously stepped towards the window. It was tightly closed, as was the front door, so there was no way any kind of icy draft could have gotten inside.

Another icy shiver ran down her spine, this one strong enough that her teeth almost chattered and she felt as though her breath had gotten caught in her lungs, struggling to be released. 

It was suddenly too cold, the fire snuffing out entirely between one second and the next, leaving only barely glowing embers behind. The crows took flight with a start and they started cawing. Noises she usually considered to be warning sounds.

Peering outside, she saw something pale between the trees, something that revealed itself to be unnaturally thick fog, which rolled past the tree line like one massive wave. It stretched large, wavering fingers between the buildings of Green Rock, as though it was an intangible giant trying to find something on the ground, the edges drifting up against the wooden walls. 

With a start, Marya remembered the warnings of the villager in Stumpton, how monsters had come with the fog. The crows suddenly went mad in the sky, near screeching as they cawed louder than ever before, swooping lower over houses as they flew fast, tight rounds around the village.

Part 3 here.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[hankandmonty]

Okay I know kingskin is obviously kingpin coded but those hot checks and them gang members (I’m looking at you Doug Meat) scream the gang I pulled by being a hot evil himbo

[elliespuns]

The Last of Us season 2 might cover some material from the planned game of TLOU Part 3, supposedly.

Neil Druckmann said (in Grounded 2: Making of The Last of us document) that he already has a concept for part 3. What do you think?

[deoidesign]

I can't wait for this to come back!!! >>> when is this coming back?

[caitlynmeow]

When Daniela graduated from high school and was about to enroll in university:

Bela: What do you want to major in?

Daniela: What do they have?

Bela: This is not a restaurant, Dani 😭😭😭

[revenantghost]

Man, I don’t think I’ll ever be over how wrecked Wolfwood’s and Vash’s childhoods were.

Or rather, the fact that they didn’t get one.

Wolfwood was an orphan, who already probably went through plenty of trauma just to get to the orphanage. This is Noman’s Land/Gunsmoke, even the kids know what life’s like. Then he helps out around the orphanage, becoming big brother Nico to everyone--hell, probably even to kids older than him. We see him taking care of a baby. That’s an impossibly huge responsibility for a fellow child, but he doesn’t falter. He’s just big brother Nico. And then he leaves his home and is subjected to horrific experimentation. Which is bad enough, but then he’s forced to fight, he’s forced to kill and murder and maim after having spent so long taking care of others. (Who ever took care of him?) He’s forced into a body that doesn’t fit him, that doesn’t look like him, that doesn’t feel like him. But it’s the right size to bear the responsibility that he’s shouldered for years. So as the years pass and finally he’s an adult somewhere in age at least... Well, no wonder he values protecting those kids so much.

And Vash. Poor Vash. He got one to a few years tops on that spaceship with Rem and Knives. He too grew up at a hastened rate, probably something bred into plantkind so they could reach a productive stage sooner, who knows what that did to their psyche. He’s subjected to horrors and knows that he has no normal, accepted human life ahead of him. At least he has love, though. Until, of course, he doesn’t. And it’s his brother that takes that from him. Who even steals Rem from him. But his brother’s the only one who understands him, who doesn’t expect anything from him other than for Vash to be a plant--and kill everyone else. So Vash clings to love and to humanity, but he’s a tool and a weapon even to himself. He’s forced to witness horrific events caused by a disaster that maybe he could have changed, if he could have stopped Knives. But he was a child, so small and so young and so innocent. No wonder he takes every moment he can to kindly interact with whatever kids he stumbles across, it probably feeds the child in him that barely got a chance to blink before it was obliterated.

So. In conclusion, I think they both deserve a lot of hugs.

[prettyboykatsuki]

idk if i sent this ask already but the feeling is so much stronger now. i want to baby those bllk men so much theyre so insufferably lovesick its so delightful

me about isagi so bad . him and rin and bachira i would not be able to stop myself from cooing at them. it is some kind of sickness and disease. i genuinely think about it so much KJDSFHFKJD. it makes up so much of my bllk daydreaming....

isagi is my beloved so forreal but being honest there is something . something about rin itoshi that makes me want to coddle him so fucking badly KJFDSJSDK. i know he would hiss and bite at me like cat but i want to do it so bad... i need to pinch his cheek... need to praise him... i can't believe what writing him has done to me i didn't even like the guy a couple months ago .

but he is just sooo... he truly activates the worst of my service top habits. its such a sickness anon it literally plagues me to think about it.

its the same for isagi though i think his reaction is a bit more cutesy when he's being pampered. it's sweet and thoughtful - very charming in a diff way from rin !!! he's like ... quite embarrassed and incredibly loveable the whole itme. isagi appreciates the being pampered and he's good at adapting to his partner, though he can't fully let himself indulge in it (a pride thing). rin is also embarassed but he wants to fight about it.

the only who really lets you spoil spoil him though is in my mind bachira. he loveeesss being spoiled and looked after and kissed and cuddled and he will simply not feel any embarrassment about it ever. he IS your baby and everyone should know actually. he will crawl into your lap or have you pulled into his... actively asks you for praise and attention (and gets . alarmingly aggressive when you're busy. he is a danger to society) but when he's happy he's like a docile sweetheart.

[spoiledleaff]

there's a monster circling the borders of the cult. the lamb knows what it is—who it is. they're not terribly bothered.

the fox.

as a creature who values both brutality and strategy, the fox admires shamura deeply, to the point of love obsession. they've met before, though shamura could not remember that now. as a bishop, the fox loved watching them work. they would meet on occasion, standing at the crossroads between war and darkness. the fox has always had a bit of a stalking problem, not that shamura would feel threatened by him. they never stopped him before. the company was nice, soothing. they both smelled of blood—it was like finding another half of yourself, drenched in the afterbirth of your crimes and murders.

they'd chat. sometimes. ironically enough, shamura liked taking time to talk about nothing. so much of their life and work is spent strategizing and wondering and learning and doing things with a purpose, it was nice to take a moment to revel in the nonsense. the fox didn't mind, he would be too infatuated with the way they'd fidget with the bones of their followers. they would remember so much.

he was so curious, so obsessed that when shamura offhandedly let slip of that damned prophecy, of their siblings, of their brother, of the lambs—he didn't hesitate.

"i will handle it." he said. "i will devour every lamb to ever walk this earth if that is what you wish of me."

they paused, calculating. always so careful.

"leave one for me." they said, their smile filled to the grim with too many teeth and murderous intentions, and the fox thought he felt something stir in his long dead chest.

(there was a sadness there too, he realizes. maybe they knew of the consequences all along. even back then.

maybe especially then.)

it's hard to think that the shamura from before and the one he'd grown so used to watching from the shadows were the same creature. they still smell of blood, still ramble nonsense that only makes sense to them.

the fox wants to kill them, this mockery of the great bishop he once knew. this thing does not demand respect, does not stir that feeling in the fox's chest; it cannot be them.

they never seem to sleep, always roaming the cult's grounds while the rest of the herd scatter off for their bedtimes. they drift near the cemeteries, reading aloud names of followers they've never known. they do this every night—pay their respects.

"i know you are out there, little shadow." they say one night, "may i help you?"

"no." the fox is quick to answer, his maw is open and dripping with his resolutions. this thing will die tonight.

the false one turns towards the shadows, though the fox knows they will never find him if he doesn't wish it.

"do i know you?" they ask. "you feel familiar to me, though i'm afraid i cannot place it."

"...no." the fox lies — it is the truth — his teeth lay ready, though he does not bite.

"ah. my apologies then." the false one turns back to the graves, turns away from the fox. "your voice soothes me in a way i cannot describe. though i am unsure as to why, as to me you sound like blood, like cattle willingly led to slaughter, like betrayal."

the fox is ready to strike, he drools.

"you remind me of someone who i think i once felt safe with." he stops. "i apologize. i know we've never met before, but i cannot shake the feeling that i know your teeth."

the fox hesitates, closes his maw, backs away.

"your teeth are beautiful, by the way." the thing turns around, and the fox feels as though they see him—they see him. "i feel as though i've known your ivory all my life."

he leaves.

it doesn't matter, the night will always come—there will always be tomorrow.

it doesn't matter that this false one replicates shamura's desire to babble about nothing.

it doesn't matter that there is a beating in his chest that will not go away.

(he misses the chatter.)

there is always tomorrow night.

[i-dare-say]

Thinking about what I want to do for the overall narrative of the fic, when I suddenly got shot by all the feels bingyuan are giving me.

I can't wait to put their love story on the page, and I'm greatly hoping to be a good enough writer to do them justice

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

i need juliet and shawn to go into detail about why they like each other and also more scenes of them kissing please and thank you

you can't just give me like 5 references to them being together in 3 episodes, i mean i know that's what you did with abigail but come on this is different it's juliet

listen you can't just give me shawn asking what she's wearing and her enrolling him in police academy to keep him safe and a b plot where shawn works up the nerve to tell gus and sneaking kisses in that weird ass fucking murder town and jules with her hair all blown out and curly kicking out the windshield in shawn's dreams and shawn wearing that goddamn green shirt with the stubble and expect me to be satisfied

okay writing all that maybe you can expect me to be satisfied that's kinda a lot but would it me too much to ask for them to talk about their feelings? would it be too much to show them holding hands a little, or see shawn claim more things were built by wild animals to impress her, or watch them suggestively walk into a room together and close the door while the camera holds on the door until fading out and coming back in with jules grinning and shawn adjusting his collar?

anyway

[youredreamingofroo]

"The sickest people are "Right" and the Right see us as... Sick. Poetic. To be spat on is sick- And yet, the Sick are being spit on, and having their hair pulled, their skin peeled off like a sticker on a wall. In hiding, we converse like our lives aren't a ticking time bomb. When the clock hits zero, you'll be waking, they'll be taking, and I'll be taken. An invitation to the Hospital. "He wants to see you," the Hospital. The red says hello, you will tread the dead like a welcome mat, and you will find me, taken. My ribs will say hello and a drowning... clueless sensation of desperation will draw you near. Don't trust it. (Trust it) Because only then will you truly face the reality... The reality is

WE'RE ALL SICK"

[anathemafiction]

so now when vallen is also a ro, will you include her in patreon side stories/snippets as well?

Not yet! She will only have small teasers and snippets until a certain scene in the chapter I'm writing right now. After that, I can be a little bit more open, but since she, as a character, is a walking spoiler, I can't be as detailed for her as I am to the others until the apex of her arc in this book.

I always avoided talking too much about Vallen in the past, and I'll continue to do so for a little while. 'Tis the price to pay for being… well, for being her.