#( muses . / death the kid . )

[quinloki]

Save Your Blorbo - or focus your disdain maybe >.>

two polls!

Reason for Immortality and this poll - both are feedback/help deciding/etc. Don't be shy about getting your thoughts in \o/

This poll has a little more weight though

I'm working on notes for a Yandere!Sabo story >.> And well, someone has to die.

So please vote for who you want to see kick the can at Sabo's hands - or vote for anyone else BUT who you want to see kick the can at Sabo's hands and save your blorbo from a bloody end. \o/

Vote well my friends, and spare your blorbo a bloody end!

[vounoura]

my special interest is death practices and I'm doing a dual diploma in funeral directing and embalming. and honestly once you start looking into the incredibly vast and fascinating subject of funerary customs you start to notice just how much of of what is considered weird and transgressive in stuff like fantasy is practiced by real actual people in ways that are significant

[mad-hunts]

AHH, it's almost midnight, so you all know what time it is... (don't worry i'm about to say what time it is, y'all LOL) it's cursed image time!! also, this grave is from the arrow TV show, tumblr, so please don't come at me —

but oh... look, it's barton at joker's funeral, you guys AHHH

[musing-and-music]

Building up her facade

Royai Week - Day 4 - Compose

Summary: 1954: Roy Mustang, former Fuhrer and President of Amestris, dies at sixty-nine of a heart attack.

Irene helps her mother prepare to face the world on the morning of his funeral.

Rating T | 1026 words | Major Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Mother-Daughter Relationship | Royai, Riza Hawkeye, Irene Mustang

And now, cry.

Art is Inconsolable grief by Ivan Kramskoï

[corpsecoded]

also found my expensive leather oxford annotated bible with apocrypha while going thru my things.. girl that grew up with terrible religious family standards and instead just got even more annoying about religion and the bible

[hismercytomyjustice]

I have not yet finished watching the show, but Centaurworld has some killer bops on it. Though some of the lyrics are fucking WILD for a show rated for kids 7 and up.

Like Taurnado! It’s sung by thousands of lost souls who have been assimilated into a hive-mind storm that endlessly roams the world looking for even more souls!

It includes such upbeat lyrics like:

Come to us. You will be ours. In the skies forever. Won’t let you go. Don’t leave our side. How will you hide?

You are now one of our thousands of souls we’ve taken and lifted above.

Just give in to us now!

And The Nowhere King! A lullaby-esque song sung by adorable little sentient flowers!

With lyrics like:

Hush now, hide, all you little ones. Rush now, into the middle of nowhere. Singing and laughter will die.

Dreamless sleep follows the Nowhere King. When his kingdom comes, darkness is nigh.

Quiet, crawl through the in-between. Silent, secretive feeling of fearsome hatred that reaches the skies.

You will bring joy to the Nowhere King. When he sees the light leaving your eyes.

That does not even remotely cover all of the crazy violent bleak af songs and scenes in the show!

Oh, and this is what the animation looks like:

LMAOOOOO. Needless to say, having heard the music first (Spotify strikes again), I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT.

[crumbleclub]

I'm always torn in how I'd want things to conclude.

Narratively, I love when the protagonist is doomed to fail. The happiest day wasn't enough; it could never be enough. All that terror can't be undone in a moment. It's almost like the story should never end; Michael will always be chasing his own sins as much as he's chasing his father's, and you cannot change the past. It doesn't happen.

On the other hand, I do want the kids' suffering to end. I want them to be happy. At the very least, I want them to have some amount of peace. As wounded as Evan and Elizabeth are, I don't think the goalless suffering and the endless cycle of self-torture and mourning Michael puts himself through– in addition to the pain that needs to happen for him to complete the tasks needed to give the souls any semblance of peace– does anything to help them. Elizabeth doesn't have as much reasoning to be angry with him, and Evan, as tormented as he felt, doesn't seem like the vengant sort. I don't think that's what they want.

The souls of the others probably wouldn't understand it. Most of them don't know who Michael is. Charlie doesn't recognize him. Michael's pain doesn't do anything to help them, either.

(I sometimes wonder if Michael struggles to keep his urge to punish himself from becoming selfish enough to jeopardize his mission. He can't help them if he's not at least somewhat functioning, but by god does he want to destroy himself in every way. He's not sure if it's cathartic or if he just knows that he deserves it.)

Maybe, even if the happiest day isn't enough, it is something. Maybe it's closer to what the kids want than what Michael would have happen would end up being. Their suffering has been acknowledged, and they're not stuck in place anymore. Maybe some of their awareness returns to them. Things aren't fixed, but they can begin to understand what happened as they awake from the mindless agony they'd been trapped in. They can talk across the table, now. They can ask their questions and say their piece. If nothing else, they can rest knowing that someone is at least trying to understand what happened to them and how they felt. I wonder if any part of Evan would be happy to see his brother doing his best to finally be there for him. I'd like for there to be something in that which would make him smile, if only for a moment.

Maybe the gesture itself would mean something.

[cosmicxblossoms]

[Any One Question Answered Honestly]

"Was I buried?"

"Yes you were and I was the one to do it, wouldn't let anyone else touch you. It's on flower fruit mountain if you wanted to...you know see it." It didn't feel right to Wukong at that time to let anyone else bury macaque, still doesn't feel right even now. He would visit the place he buried Macaque as much as possible, wanting to be sure that the place was taken care of well.

Flower fruit mountain was their home so it was only right to Wukong that it should be where Macaque rested, until he was brought back and everything that happened had soon followed.

[ausrache]

the call of the void. / part one. content warning(s): mentions death, blood, self-loathing & hatred

ENTRY 00234 DATE: 20.04.20XX TIME: 3:21AM

do you know how it feels the first time that life slips from your hands?

not your own, but that of another person. as an entity that has been born within complete darkness — a place that fostered violence & rewarded cruelty in its most horrible of ways. there was no sun. no warmth. not one person that would hold you when you're down. no, instead — the moment that you came into existence, you were supposed to fight. fight for survival. fight for life. fight to become something else than just a simple grain of sand within this garden of darkness.

as one born from the void, i think it was always considered my own birthright that i'd step foot into such a situation. after all, you couldn't escape it. bloodshed was everywhere. but it felt different . . . whilst i remained within the shadows, my own darkness blended in so seamlessly with that of the others. it was almost as if it didn't exist. it was almost as if i could hide that monstrosity that was forever a part of me. against the others, i seemed almost harmless with my ways.

but it became different when i was forced into this mortal shell. in fact, everything was different. the way i felt things. the way i perceived things. the warmth. the blinding light of the sun. the people that walked alongside me.

but also that hunger.

that thirst.

i hated it.

i still hate it.

i can never unlearn to hate it. at first, i didn't even know what it was that had my body so tense. on alert, as if something terribly wrong was happening to me. but then . . . i understood. of course, i didn't want to but — i had to. for survival. for life.

and suddenly, that warmth faded from me.

i was back in the darkness, even if this was a whole different place surrounding me. i understood that i carried the void within me wherever i would go; within that abyssal hole in my chest where once my heart laid; within those ruby eyes that gaze others like a frightened animal; within the thirst that rasps against my throat & tongue like sandpaper. that darkness was carved into my soul & i would forever remain trapped within in, no matter where i went.

in fact, it was perhaps only that blinding light of earth that showed how truly monstrous this body is. this soul is.

how i am . . . ?

is this what i am supposed to be? is this all i can ever be? coldness raked itself through my skin & i felt myself submitting to that cruel feeling of nausea as i accepted my fate. the shame that lingered in the back of my throat, dripping down my tongue & onto my skin — red like the blood moon that shined on me . . .

it was all me, in the end.

that is how it feels to take a life.

how it was for me, at least. those exact thoughts were the ones that infected my brain as i held onto their cold body, begging the fates, the gods & whoever was able to hear my begging to undo my crimes. i never had a choice to whom i exactly prayed for most wouldn't hear my wails. perhaps, i was never meant for divine intervention. for a single blessing. but at least — spare this person that fell at my hand for the sake of keeping this monster alive.

i've heard it before, of course, that in some sense it was neccessary. neccessary evil. neccessary cruelty. for if the hunger remained, i would be the one to fade away from this world.

but then again, how am i neccessary to this world?

how can my own actions be neccessary when this existence in itself is but a curse? a play by the fates? a joke? one that was so sick & twisted that one understood.

so, if i was to pass . . . would it be so horrible? it would silence this monster. this body. this soul. this whole life that has been fostered by darkness would forever close & perhaps, people could finally rejoice.

for there was one less monster on this earth.

[quinloki]

Rage - Eustass Kid x Reader

An idea that came into my mind while I was cooking and that I typed out before I could be bothered to eat.

Short What If story where reader dies, and Eustass loses his cool - pushing the plausible limits of his devil fruit power.

Mentions of people being torn apart. Wrote in a rush, posted just as fast, read at your own risk.

You always told Eustass Kid that you were cursed. You were cursed that if you wished for something with your whole heart it would come true.

Some people believed it, but your mother had told you it could only happen once. It was a wish to guard, to use only in the most desperate of moments.

Other people believed in it too, and your life had been filled with people trying to get you to wish for them.

Eustass Kid didn’t want your wish. At first you weren’t sure he even wanted anything to do with you at all, but over the years you were as much as part of the crew as anyone else. Your wish was yours to use, how you wished, when you wished, as you pleased.

The crew would protect your right to wish for what you wanted, and in return you were loyal to them. No, that wasn’t right, your loyalty was there regardless. You loved the crew. Loved your captain. More than most, or differently than others.

You knew the softest sides of Eustass Kid.

And it was that softness that was looking at you, pleadingly, in utter disbelief, as you were dying in his arms.

You didn’t regret your choice, leaping out to take the attack when he was too worn, to beat down, days of fighting leaving him dead on his feet. You wanted to protect him. You hadn’t meant to hurt him, but the attack shredded through your haki far easier than you expected.

So here you were. His tears were hot against your skin as you reached out to try and soothe him.

“I wish,” you say softly, and he shakes his head, but he doesn’t stop you. Your wish was your right. Thus it had been for all your years by his side. “For you to live.”

These final words forced the world into action. Eustass was healed, more than healed, he was empowered. It wasn’t just the beginning of his awakening, it was the pinnacle of it.

Magnetic energy hummed around Kid, eyes fire white in grief and anger, and everything moved. Trace elements of metals in bodies and even in wood bent to his will. Bodies were broken and torn asunder. Haki saved no one against the internal rent of metals.

Magnetism was the force that moved the world, and Eustass would break it all in his rage.

Miles away, the wind stirred in the Calm Belt.

[mad-hunts]

roleplay idea: barton's trying to say this BS that he's 'good at processing grief' when your muse was a witness to the absolute rage-filled and deranged rampage that barton went on after julien was killed by the joker in which he brutally hurt all but one of his henchmen (he killed the last one because he told him he was 'crazy' and that he 'better kill him, or he was going to tell his boss that barton had been there' and he literally just snapped, went 'you know what, i think i will kill you AND also let the joker know i killed you so he knows to never come near my family again' then killed him. like HUHHH?) at the time with your muse being like this

[troublcmakcrs]

y'all: umm... whatcha got there?

me, with the oc i created solely to ship with tweek in his older verses: nothin, mind your fucking business

[slasher-chikn]

Christmas in Haddonfield

Later…

[causalitylinked]

@badheart​​ — continued from here ;;

    When she finally turns, regarding him with what appeared to be a flabbergasted expression, his eyes would only widen just the subtlest bit; after all, Ryuto didn’t believe he said anything to potentially set Fang off. Why, as far as he was concerned, he had been perfectly civil with her, which made her reaction all the more unfathomable to him.

    “...Not particularly? After spotting you, my curiosity was simply piqued,” Ryuto then answers truthfully, because in all truthfulness, he simply felt like talking to her once he notices her checking out Yoshitoki Oima’s latest work. Of course, most would probably assume he would be snobby enough to believe manga wasn’t true literature, but contrary to popular belief, even he would resort to flipping through a Shonen Jump magazine every once in a while. “That was the intention, yes,” Ryuto soon goes on to nonchalantly nod.

    “I wanted to hear your thoughts regarding that manga; after all, it’s not often I would encounter women who seemingly like that particular genre,” he adds while failing to mention he did actually remember what happened between them. Ryuto just chooses not to hold a grudge over what happened because he figured the heat only served to exacerbate her mood back then... and though he did imply Fang lacked the intelligence he sought in his ideal girl, he still manages to entertain the notion he might have potentially judged her far too soon.

    Why, if nothing else, it wasn’t like he knew her all that well yet, so on the off chance she turns out to be way smarter than he had initially given her credit for, he was willing enough to apologize despite how shallow her attraction towards him was.

[aparticularbandit]

@Cherry Anon - not answering your submission directly, because I want to link the thing when it's done, and I won't be posting it until sometime in December - but I started your N2N request. ^^

[cutguitarstrings]

absolutely losing it over this icon