#is this possible?

[arrgh-whatever]

why is everyone drawing that one man from Fallout

what's going on there i want to knowwww

[soullessseraphim]

Midnight Snack

(not me writing fanfiction about my ocs, gurl-)

Pairing : Baron Vultur (oc) x Pontifex Vulgora

Fandom : The Arcana visual novel

Warnings : blood ; gore ; cannibalism

What time was it? Whatever. The sun wasn't up yet, so it didn't matter much. Vulgora laid there, unable to close their eyes. They'd just woken up, and for some reason, couldn't go back to sleep. It's not like they had a nightmare, or a burst of energy, no they just... couldn't close their eyes. They laid motionless, staring at the ceiling for a while, until they got bored and decided to take a walk in the Palace's corridors. They knew there wasn't much else to do, sadly. No possibility to let off some steam, no people to annoy, no action, no fights, nothing... Gods, they really weren't a night person. They got dressed, even if they knew probably no one else would be awake right now. Or at least, no one would be walking in the corridors. Maybe Lucio's ghost. But it's not like he was entertaining, always whining like that. He was worse than Volta.

Only the sound of their steps echoed down the dark, barely lit halls as they walked around, growing increasingly annoyed and bored. They knew that if nothing happened right now, they'd be in one foul mood in the morning. It's not like they could yell their frustration either, they'd probably be scolded by the Countess immediately. Their pace accelerated as they grew frustrated by this late night's so far unfruitful excursion. The Palace may be boring at times, but right now? It's as if everyone was dead ! The grumbled as they walked to the library, pulled the familiar books that unlocked the secret passage and went down the pitch black dusty corridor, to the metallic elevator, before getting inside and pulling the lever, down to the dungeons. Maybe Valdemar was awake with a bit of chance. Maybe they would be doing something interesting. The Pontifex found their way to the infamous dungeons, the smell of rot, blood and iron hitting their nostrils. They found the Quaestor working at one of the operation tables. They smiled and approached them.

"Vulgora. What are you doing, up so late?" Valdemar asked, without even turning around, the attention fully on the dissected corpse they were working on.

"Thank gods you're awake !" The Pontifex replied with a heavy sigh as they leaned on the table "I couldn't sleep."

"Oh? why?" they asked, their eyebrows rising ever so slightly

"I've no idea ! I just... laid there, and my eyes wouldn't close!"

"So not a nightmare, then?"

"Oh please, a nightmare?" Vulgora laughed "it's been decades since I had one of those ! No, I'm just.... bored !"

"ah. I see." Valdemar paused, though their hands continued to work "I'm afraid I won't be of much help. I've got work to do. I'd like to finish this experiment before sunrise."

"As always, huh? I guess no one will disturb you at that time..." Vulgora whined "But can't you let me punch one of your corpses? please?"

"I would, but this time I need their bones intact. I'm testing a new acidic solution, and I want to see if it attacks the bone marrow." the surgeon replied (knowing that they wouldn't have lend them a corpse anyway).

The Pontifex groaned "oh, come on ! What am I supposed to do for the rest of the night ?!"

"Maybe you can sit, and reflect. Exercising your mind isn't as boring as you think it is."

"Ugh, no thank you ! Sitting without moving and thinking ?? Thinking about what?" Vulgora replied, rolling their eyes.

Valdemar wasn't annoyed easily. And if they currently were, it wasn't showing. They didn't speak for a moment, but suddenly mentioned : "Say, I've run into Baron Vultur on my way here."

The Pontifex raised an eyebrow "Oh yeah? In the middle of the night?"

"Seems like it. I asked him where he was heading and he simply told me he was going to get a "midnight snack"... He doesn't strike me as the type of person to do that. Isn't it strange?"

Vulgora grinned, and walked quickly towards the dungeons' exit "ooouh, what could he possibly be up to? something mischievous I hope!" they chuckled, the sounds of their loud footsteps progressively disappearing, as well as the distant gears of the metallic elevator once it was activated.

Valdemar's grip on their instruments ever so slightly tightened as their hands briefly stopped moving ; their lips pursed into a tiny, annoyed pout "....You're welcome, Vulgora." they mumbled, before focusing back on their work.

The Pontifex was back in the Palace's corridors, this time much more excited. They made their way into the Palace, wondering where Vultur would be : it could be the kitchen, the pantry, or the cave if he'd felt like getting some cheese or whine with his snack. They eagerly went to the kitchen first, not caring if their footsteps would be heard. Sadly, they found it empty. The casseroles and knives hadn't moved from their designated place, and everything was clean, meaning the Baron hadn't stopped by at all. They quickly recovered from their initial disappointment as they headed over to the cave. It was farther than the pantry, but they just wanted to check it first. Their brows furrowed when they found it empty, only endless stacks of wine bottles before them. They'd half expected to see Valerius passed out drunk somewhere, but hey. Vulgora went back to the main hall, with one place left to check : the pantry. They inhaled and went in that direction. Oh, if Valdemar had lied and said that just to have them walk around the Palace like they were lost in a maze, they swore, they'd have that doctor's head on a st-

As they turned around the corner, the Pontifex's train of thought was interrupted by the sight of the pantry's door slightly open, and presumably a candlelight flickering from the inside. That, and noise. They were rather unfamiliar to them... It wasn't exactly like bones getting crushed, it was too... wet and quiet for that. It sounded like something being torn, but what? certainly not fabric. It wasn't something getting punched, there weren't enough thuds... Then what was it...? Their curiosity piqued, they approached the pantry, making sure to keep grazing the wall as to not alert whoever was in there. the noises got clearer, and Vulgora managed to hear something that sounded like chewing and panting. It sounded frantic. They blinked a few times, both confused and increasingly curious, as they dared to approach further, and finally peer into the pantry. Oh.

Their eyes widened as they saw Baron Vultur standing there, in their nightly cream cotton attire, hands clasping, clawing even, at the wooden table on which laid a huge, bloody, and beyond recognition piece of meat. The poor thing was getting torn to shreds, Vultur's form hunched over it as his sharp teeth ferociously bit, tore, shredded, gnawed at the flesh and muscle, accompanied by the sound of blood splattering on the floor. Each bite was more vicious than the last, and Vulgora could swear he'd heard him growl once or twice. Their jaw hung slack as they couldn't help but watch, standing in the pantry's doorway, unnoticed of the Baron yet. It wasn't long before Vultur's hands went to hold the meat in place, it not being heavy enough to stay still on its own as his teeth violently dug into it. It was like staring at a starved wolf finding a stray dead deer, eating its meal with nothing but primal hunger. They watched him tear apart tougher pieces by swinging his head to the side, said pieces getting chewed more loudly. Soon, the flesh came down to... not much, and the Baron's assault progressively ended. He stood there for a moment, panting, half-lidded eyes looking down at what was left of his meal, and the mess that went along with devouring it. It's only then that he noticed Vulgora, and turned to them.

The Pontifex did not move one inch. They hadn't even noticed their jaw was still hanging slack. They looked at Vultur, how he was panting, and the copious amount of blood staining his attire, his chest, his hands, his arms, his cheeks, his chin and his neck. This morbid spectacle of violence certainly wasn't something they'd expected. They looked back up at his clear blue eyes, which were still not fully open, at those teeth, bits of flesh and blood staining them, which they could see behind his parted bloody lips. Teeth that were made to tear into flesh, and nothing else. They gulped when they realized that they were staring, and averted their gaze, though they would glance at the Baron drenched in blood once or twice more. Vultur sighed, uselessly wiping his chin, and only splattering more blood onto it. He took a few steps towards Vulgora, and leaned down to their level, noticing the Pontifex's gaze flicker between the slight part of his chest that was exposed by his nightly attire and his face. His finger lifted Vulgora's chin slightly. "Let's keep this between us, yes?" He said. His voice was still slightly breathless, and felt something like velvet in the Pontifex's ears. The Baron then stood straight again, letting his hand linger on Vulgora's cheek briefly before he walked off, his fingers slipping off of them, leaving there a stain of blood. The courtier simply watched him go

After several minutes of staying in the pantry's doorway, they went back up to their quarters, laying flat on their bed again, and pacing once or twice in the room, letting all that... sink in.

They'd only uttered one word for the rest of the night...

"Damn."

[xxselenite]

Books I want to re-read during October

Dracula

Frankenstein

Wuthering Heights

The Picture of Dorian Gray

The Fall of the House of Usher

Jane Eyre

[capisback]

you get reincarnated into the one piece universe. what’s the first thing you do? Insane answers only

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[greelin]

this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving

[spamton]

i accidentally napped and had a dream (nightmare?) where a new update for stardew valley released where everything was the same except on a random day in year 3 Evelyn would just straight up die. There was a whole cutscene that started in her house where she collapsed, and then transitioned over to the hospital where Harvey gave George and Alex the worst news of their lives. However, they got to speak to her where she said something along the lines of "Yoba will protect me, and I am sure he will let me watch over you."

Alex and George would not talk to the player for more than a few words for a full season after this event. George would spend most of his time in the bedroom, so if you had less than 2 hearts with him, you could barely ever speak to him.

And Alex... oh my god, poor Alex. If you were married to him during this event, he just stayed in bed all day. Otherwise, if single, he would just stand on the beach most of the time, staring off into the ocean. If you tried to interact with him, it would just say "Alex is grieving... Better leave him be."

There was also other NPC dialogue like mayor Lewis saying "I haven't seen the community in this state of mourning since your grandfather passed..."

there was also a glitch where you could make Evelyn live forever and there were entire guides for the "immortal Evelyn glitch" that got patched out in the next update. If you tried to perform the glitch after the patch, mr. Qi would tell you that "hey, it happens to all of us. We can't prevent it, and neither can you, no matter how hard you try."

[jonnywaistcoat]

I low-key love the fact that sci-fi has so conditioned us to expect to be hanging out with a bunch of cool space aliens, that legitimate, actual scientists keep proposing the most bizarre, three-blunts-into-the-rotation "theories" to explain the fact we're not.

Some of my favourites include:

Zoo Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they're not talking to us because of the Prime Directive from Star Trek? (Or because they're doing experiments on us???)

Dark Forest Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they all hate us and each other so they're all just waiting with a shotgun pointed at the door, ready to open fire on anything that moves?

Planetarium Theory: What if there's at least one alien with mastery over light and matter that's just making it seem to us that the universe is empty to us as, like, a joke?

Berserker Theory: What if there were loads of aliens, but one of them made infinite killer robots that murdered everyone and are coming for us next?!!

Like, the universe is at least 13,700,000,000 years old and 46,000,000,000 light years big. We have had the ability to transmit and receive signals for, what, 100 years, and our signals have so far travelled 200 light years?

The fact is biological life almost certainly has, does, or will develop elsewhere in the universe, and it's not impossible that a tiny amount of it has, does, or will develop in a way that we would understand as "intelligent". But, like, we're realistically never going to know because of the scale of the things involved.

So I'm proposing my own hypothesis. I call it the "Fool in a Field" hypothesis. It goes like this:

Humanity is a guy standing in the middle of a field at midnight. It's pitch black, he can't move, and he's been standing there for ages. He's just had the thought to swing his arms. He swings one of his arms, once, and does not hit another person. "Oh no!" He says. "Robots have killed them all!"

[nori-kakyoin]

megan thee stallion wearing a bruno bucciarati inspired dress the the crunchyroll anime awards

[flouryhedgehog]

Turning off the reblogs on this. At the time I wrote it, it felt like what I needed to say. There's not as much activity on the post now, but when there is, I feel...sort of hollow. We're so far past the point where this even means anything.

Y'all remember "cops aren't supposed to kill guilty people, either", right?

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to die beneath the rubble of their homes.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be shot with expanding bullets that cause massive tissue damage leading to amputation.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to have their flesh burned away with white phosphorous.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve their fishing boats blown up.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to see their husbands and fathers executed in front of them along evacuation routes.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve an anonymous phone call threatening to destroy their lives and families.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be detained for years without charges.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be tortured, starved, and sexually assaulted in prison.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be deprived of water.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve their olive trees to be uprooted while they look on.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve sixteen years of blockade.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be prevented from traveling for lifesaving medical care.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve this genocide.

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[whats-this-mustelid]

I just think that 'animals are living intelligent creatures that have feelings and deserve to be respected' and 'when done properly farming is beneficial to both people and animals and there's nothing wrong with raising and killing animals for food, clothing, and other products' are concepts that very much can and should coexist

[taahko]

chilchuck voice alcohol never killed anyone except my dad and that has nothing to do with me. i have no plans to change my lifestyle whatsoever

[krafterwrites]

I've been crying laughing from this for the last 5 minutes

[mr-malumm]

Caught spying on his hate boyfriend

[utilitycaster]

I should note, I hate the soulmates "we would fall in love in every universe" trope for the aforementioned "where's the tension and interest and really anything worthwhile" reasons. However, "we would find each other in every universe" fucking rips. We would interact meaningfully in every universe but sometimes we are lovers and sometimes we are friends and sometimes we are bitter enemies and sometimes we'd simply both be in the same HOA.