#woe notes be upon ye

[pod-bird]

Welcome to Wolf 359

[tiger-balm]

"where's the bark..."

[bugcatcherkit]

I finished reading trimax and here’s a compilation of some of the things I wrote in my 51 page document of notes I took while reading

Life changed. Whatever.

Shirt that says Come closer. I engage normally with medias.

[worm---wizard]

i love L's death dont get me wrong, but god would it have been amazing if light killed him with his own hands the ways he says that one time. just imagine it.

you are L, you know light yagami is kira, you dont know how(or maybe you do, its not important to the scenario) he does it but somehow he induces heart attacks in his victims, seemingly by just wishing it upon them. you know that it is only a matter of time until he learns your name, or maybe he already knows it and is drawing out the game longer just to mess with you. you know your death will be a heart attack, not the most peaceful way to go, but better than others.

but then, he lunges at you, you are on the cold ground of the task force hq. his hands wrap around your throat and squeeze. there is a violence in his eyes that you have always known was there, even though you never saw it. he hid it well, after all, light yagami is exceptionally well at wearing a person suit. so well it seems, that you yourself were fooled. you knew what he was underneath but you didn't think he'd ever show it. you claw at the hands that refused to bloody themselves, but what god's hands aren't bloody.

anyways,,, i have death note brain rot(always), i just think it would be very good thematically, cuz light distances himself from the killings by using the death note instead of his own hands, so him actually using his hands to kill his enemy would have been really fun(and hot)(who said that), and i feel like it adds some fun dynamic to his and L's relationship. especially near the end of L's life where he clearly is expecting to die so he would be expecting a heart attack just like the rest of kira's victims, but instead he gets to witness the malice hes always seen inside this teen boy?? i just think itd be neat

[reconnoiterish]

grimmons werewolfs

[lightningbig]

its missing them hours so, thinking about qpissa again. once missa gets comfortable, he is a chronic cuddler. being vaguely undead means he is always cold so he's constantly squirming underneath phils wings, plastering himself along his side, basically burrowing under his clothes if he could. phil is exasperated but he indulges it, will complain but secretly Loves having missa close

missa absolutely takes advantage of the closeness to be a menace. just smothering every inch of phil's skin he can reach in kisses. phil is trying to make toast for the kids but missa is just leaning his full body weight on him and planting the most exaggerated smooches over the side of his face. phil tries to tell him off for it but he's giggling too hard for it to be serious

phil is constantly making new robes for missa, sewing them with thick fabric, enchanting them to be heat insulating. their house is full to bursting with blankets, partly to keep missa warm and partly to fuel phils tendency to nest

whenever missa comes back from a long trip phil absolutely bundles him up in bed, tucking him so securely into their nest. missa laughing the whole time about how he can't even move. phil's just like "GOOD, DONT!" big "L + ratio + ur not allowed to leave for that long again" vibes

[mmmairon]

Бажаю Щасливого Різдва!🌻🎁

[skyfullofpods]

Before the end of the year, I wanted to put together some thoughts about @re-dracula, and how the fan community around the original novel and the podcast shaped my experience of listening to it.

[whimsicalcotton]

big pile of timelooper Max thoughts

[shmothman]

Stuck Like Glue

Pairing: Vash the Stampede/Reader Rating: Explicit (18+ only) Words: 8057 Read on AO3

Summary: Vash has always been a little bit more than you bargained for… but that’s just part of his charm.

Excerpt:

He loves you. The thought strikes you anew, and tears prick at your eyes as he mouths at your feverish skin, desire pooling stronger and stronger in your gut. He loves you, and the way he’s holding you, kissing you, shows it; the way his voice trembles, eager and terrified and hopeful and lust-stricken. How can you prove just how much you love him in return? How can you tell him how long you’ve wanted this, wanted him?

A shaky sigh falls past your lips as he leans you back and buries his face in your chest, teeth brushing your skin, hands clutching you tight around the middle like he’ll never get this chance again—and you know him well enough to know that’s truly how he feels; grieving you even with his tongue against your heaving chest. He’s grieved you since the day he met you.

You don’t want him to grieve tonight.

[skuaclan]

Moon 2.

[cat-of-starlight]

-enjoys character- -DRAWS ANGST- -DRAWS ANGST- -DRAWS ANGST- Anyway yea, more of He <3 who lives in my head rent free (Hopefully it looks right, trying a new kind of reference to work from)

[steve-brules-rules]

I will forever be sad that the game kind of glossed over the whole world synthesizer thing at the end of Lemuria. It actually felt kinda confusing because there was so much more that should’ve been said!! So I’m here to fill in gaps :))

The wizard always thought they had more time. Nobody ever seems to realize how little time they have until it’s gone. Not even immortals.

The wizard is exhausted both physically and mentally from the drawn out and unnecessary fight against their allies. They look up just in time for their eyes and Dasein’s to lock. His expression is faint, but the wizard recognizes the sad smile in his eyes before he disappears into the world synthesizer. One second he’s there, and the next he’s evaporated into the machine. The world synthesizer whines to a halt. The wizard no longer hears Dasein’s voice or sees his smoky presence hovering on the edge of their peripheral vision.

And it breaks the wizard in a way they didn’t even think was possible.

The next day or two is a blur. The wizard can’t even be sure how much time has passed since they took the synthesizer and wordlessly walked away. The ringing in the wizard’s ears had started as a slightly annoying symptom of stress and dehydration in the jungle heat. But it had become deafening when they were instructed to destroy the synthesizer.

The wizard steals the synthesizer, instead.

At first, they try every spell they can think of to extract Dasein. They even try calling out his name in the hope he might hear them.

Now, lying next to it, they barely care if this weapon somehow reactivates. Maybe if it does, they’ll have the chance of seeing him again. Just one more time in their last few seconds of existence. But no matter how hard they try, the wizard can’t delude themselves into believing that’s enough time at all.

The synthesizer lies on the couch in the spot where he loved to sleep. His favorite blanket—the fluffy one with the pattern of yellow stars and pink piggles against dark indigo—is draped carefully over it. Sometimes the wizard thinks they see a green shape on the couch. Other times, they swear they can hear him mumbling nonsense in his sleep. But every time they rush over, they realize it was just their imagination.

The wizard talks to the world synthesizer. All the conversations they thought the two would have time for. All the playful arguments about that silly top hat. All the reassurances that he doesn’t have to feel shame about the physical form he innocently chose, despite its previous owner’s crimes. All the other things the wizard was too shy to admit, too... There were alot of those. Like how most people can’t even understand the meaning of “divine paradox,” but the wizard knows he can understand. They understand each other in a way no one else ever could.

The wizard crosses their arms and lets a shadow of a smile fall over their face, as they stand and look at the synthesizer with the blanket carefully draped over it. They could have never said it out loud, but the wizard had grown to like seeing The Old One’s form whenever he was around. They were a bit sad to see it go. His alien appearance had become so normal in such a short amount of time.

Another torrent streams down the wizard’s face, for no apparent reason. The wizard catches themselves rambling through their tears again, and they force themselves to stop talking. They turn away from the synthesizer and try to ignore the color rising in their cheeks.

Nobody prepares you for how awkward, confusing, and messy godhood is. Especially when the only active gods left are you, a talking tree in Ravenwood, and the Nothing that has been crashing on your couch for the last few months.

The wizard wipes at their eyes and slowly sits on the couch. They’re leaning to the side before they even realize it, until their head lands on the soft cushions. If they angle their head just right, they can watch the hypnotizing pulse of blue and red shining through the blanket. It’s both comforting and unbearably painful. The wizard smiles sadly at the thought. Even now, he still manages to be a paradox. They drape an arm over the synthesizer, and they swear the blue light pulses stronger for just a second. But it’s probably just their imagination, like always.

Why is this so difficult? They’ve lost others before. It was always painful and overwhelming, but it was never like this. The wizard wished they could scold him. Why did he have to be so kind and selfless? That was the wizard’s job, and he paid the price for stealing it in just a single second.

Every emotion cycled through the wizard’s mind at top speed as they closed their eyes. Resentment, mournful tranquility, worry, the worst pain imaginable, and overwhelming—no, not that one. Don’t think about that one. Think about literally anything else.

Memories play on repeat in the wizard’s mind, whether they like it or not. Over and over, the wizard ruminates on every little moment. His eyes always sparkled when something caught his interest and curiosity: everyday objects, history, literally any kind of science… and the wizard. Especially when they leaned against him, or held his arm in excitement, or poked at the tentacles on his face just to grin and watch them twitch. Actually, that last one probably annoyed him a little.

He always felt a bit cool. Probably because of the whole alien-squid-person thing. But he was comfortable anyway. Especially when they would sit together and he would suddenly drape an arm over the wizard’s shoulders. That was the wizard’s favorite. He would awkwardly stare straight ahead with a nervous expression. The light in his eyes would practically dance while he tried to hold a normal conversation like that.

The wizard smiles at the synthesizer and wonders why they both played that game. As if either of them could ever try to deny the obvious. Maybe they were both shy. Maybe he had no idea how to deal with those feelings, considering he’s an entity from beyond space and time. After all, he had spent a lot of time just trying to make sense of the feelings his vessel had been capable of.

The wizard idly runs their thumb over the glass of the synthesizer a few times and sniffles again. Was this how Spider and Raven felt? Did they know an eternity wouldn’t be anywhere near enough time to spend with each other?

And would he and the wizard also have eventually gotten tired of each other like their predecessors? Could a Divine Paradox and Nothing destroy the spiral if they got in a big enough argument?

It would have been better than this pain, the wizard concludes. Anything would be. After all of the wizard’s mortal friends fade back into the spiral, after stone has crumbled to dust, after nobody remembers who the Divine Paradox is anymore, who else would be left, except him?

The world synthesizer can’t stay here forever. People will start asking questions about where such a powerful device went. The wizard also knows it wouldn’t look good if people found out they were keeping a world-destroying bomb in their apartment in the arcanum. They don’t know how they’ll ever let it go, though.

The wizard’s throat tightens, and they hold the synthesizer closer. They want—no, need more time with the only creature in the spiral they could ever love so fully and so deeply.

Just a little while longer…

[coquelicoq]

oh btw since no one is listening can i just take this opportunity to say. i don't want to jinx it but. that merman hellville post has over 3k notes and none of them have been annoying?? everyone is either saying 1) op how dare you now you've got me saying it (ehehe) or 2) this reminds me of how i say [totally unrelated spoonerism] (charming) or 3) this would make a great drag king name (true. and if my legacy is that i inspired even one moby-dick-themed drag king, i can die happy).

[knightforflowers]

dash is asleep post the tolliver from my current wip

[moe-broey]

Wbat if I drew the same exact picture over and over and over and over again. Would you be mad at me