#<- only if u want

[astrum99]

Fighting against V1 felt like motion – unstoppable, ungovernable, uncontrollable. Sensations tore out of the consistent static that stained millennia with silence.

With isolation, sitting still on the throne of hell. As ordered.

And the shattering of it was nothing short of spectacular.

This machine, small and agile. A magnificent creature manufactured in the image of mankind –soulless and lifeless. (He thought it was lifeless, he thinks he might be wrong – like many times before). It moved with mastery across mountains of squirming, writhing flesh. Ever moving, ever fighting. Hell is its stage, and it proudly presents itself with grace, elegance, and perfect violence. It delivered what was sought with pure, instinctual, exceptional savagery.

It drew blood from him. And along with blood, ecstasy.

There’s poetry to it. Sinful, sacrilegious poetry.

To be etched by this thing so easily. Bullets hot and scorching, piercing through armour until they burn and burrow deep under his skin. To be trading blows. Bow low to evade another swing before the release of twin swords slicing through the scene. To leap into flight only to be grappled and slammed back into the ground. Pinned, dazed, tethered. It demanded submission.

He should feel fury, yet that had faded long ago.

Crimson looked rosy under the cathedral lights. The iron on his lips tasted like metal.

When its whiplash wrapped around his wrist again, it felt like a snare. The pull of the welcoming mirage of closeness. Perhaps salvation if he dared to entertain.

Hatred, anger, violence. Love, passion, devotion. Both burn bright until all-consuming. And in the heat of the moment, he recognized the blurring of the lines.

He thought of them. Untethered angel and machine. So wildly contradictory and identical all the same. Two sides of the Mobius strip – seemingly separate, until their paths merge seamlessly into one. Intimately intertwined, indistinguishable from one to the next.

To push each other into the slit between life and death. Until the fine sparks from clashing metal ignited the flicker of flames into ferocious roaring. Until nothing mattered except here, now, them. Until the light from the fire painted their shadows into one.

The universe could not tell where one began and the other ended.

[bishy437]

he won

bonus:

[rystiel]

i keep seeing people say the doctor shouldn’t have feelings for rogue because he’s married to river…? river song… who has also married multiple people… one of the most polyamorous characters in the show…?

[ciderjacks]

An old friend

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[candyje11yfish]

CALLIE!!!💖💜💙

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[wanologic]

designed to view a world unseen

[inkskinned]

sure i find you in my hair and under my pillow and in the car. but i know in my heart you are picking me out of your teeth. i know i am burning through your sundays, sticking to your ceiling.

i hope i'm in every bitter cup of coffee and every candle wick and every bath. i hope my shadow flickers under your door so the empty hallway i have left behind is a swift dart of nothing more. i hope you find me in notebooks and stop signs and fleetwood mac - like i am marginalia on your life, i want my fingerprints burned into your days like acid.

i loved you, and you know i loved you, and for the rest of your life i will be the person you broke. for the rest of your life i hope the shame of that runs like a cattle dog, bites at your heels. i hope every time your cup is full or the moon is a toenail or a cat is purring or a laugh is in your belly or the sky turns pink while the sun is setting - i hope you remember that someone loved you, and you crushed them in your palms. you extinguished every future i lit. i hope that haunts you.

i hope you never fucking forget it.

[girlboyburger]

i heard you folks might like fluttershy? 🦋

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[a-ikuoliver]

“how many guys do you have on your roster, huh?”

“including you? four.”

“i’m gonna have you cummin’ on my cock, screamin’ my name and we’ll see if you still want those guys after the fourth time.”

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[zorosdimples]

when he knows you’ve been repressing your emotions for weeks, so he fucks you until you’re an inconsolable, sobbing mess. he wraps himself around you and rasps in your ear, telling you to let it all out, sweetness. take everything out on me.

[nekoning]

final part - huafenglian turns xi4nle and everyone is gay in a kinda lame way / parts 1 & 2

ID courtesy by @imber-florum

[Image description: A grayscale comic featuring Feng Xin, Hua Cheng, Xie Lian, and Mu Qing. As a note, all caps text in the comic has been adjusted to regular capitalization in this description to aid readability for screen readers.

Feng Xin is fiddling with a torn dummy from fighting practice. San Lang scoffs and says, "You're pretty miserable, huh?"

"Yeah, this dummy tore apart too soon..." Feng Xin says, focused and not looking at him.

"...Not what I meant." At Feng Xin's confused glance, San Lang says, "You have no choice but to share with someone you hate."

"I don't hate you though."

"Oh, and you expect me to believe that?"

Feng Xin turns back to the dummy. "I thought you were going to hurt Dianxia so I wanted you away from him, but he's safe and happy with you, so it's fine now."

San Lang's eye twitches. "...You really are simple-minded."

"Fuck you!" Feng Xin shouts. "Tch, and you think too much. Just like Mu Qing." Hua Cheng abruptly shifts to his Crimson Rain Sought Flower form, his hair raised and shadows looming ominously around him. He barely restrains himself from punching an oblivious Feng Xin by thinking of Xie Lian's happiness at him and Feng Xin getting along better.

"Speaking of that one," Hua Cheng says, "What is he up to?" The comic shows Xie Lian approaching Mu Qing, who blushes.

"Uh, I think Dianx— ...A-Lian wanted to plant cherry trees," says Feng Xin. His words are paired with an image of Mu Qing looking downward, still blushing and perhaps saying something. Feng Xin continues, "And he offered to help, because 'he didn't trust him to do it right' and all that." These words are paired with an image of Mu Qing's eye glancing to the side.

The next frame shows Mu Qing in simpler clothes diligently sowing, planting, and watering seeds. One of Hua Cheng's butterflies flits around him, spying on him.

One day, Hua Cheng comes to spy on Mu Qing in person from behind a bush. 'Does he really have to come every single day?!?' he thinks.

It is on this day that the cherry tree seedling sprouts. Mu Qing smiles happily. At the sight, Hua Cheng leaps from the bush, shouting, "What the—?! Who is that?!?!"

"It hasn't changed!!!!" shout Xie Lian and Feng Xin, who leap up at the same time from the bush next to him. The three of them turn to each other, flustered, and Mu Qing jumps and hisses at them, a furious blush on his cheeks. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian look back to him with bemused frowns while Feng Xin sweats in fear of Mu Qing's rage. End image description.]

[hinamie]

bunch of portraits