#ACTUALLY HORRIFYING

[frenchonionsoop]

IF I HAD A NICKEL FOR EVERYTIME A BSD CHARACTER MELTED ID HAVE TWO NICKELS WHICH ISNT A LOT BUT ITS WEIRD IT HAPPENED TWICE

[xiewho]

icb i forgot to draw riz's tattoos i even left a little note for myself on my priv twt to draw it in after i rendered but i just completely forgot

[patchouliwizard]

ok i am the biggest proponent of letting women age but why the fuck do i have so many fine lines i’m 21…….

[mcsnaughzz]

get liked idiot

The fear that took hold of me when I opened my notification board was palpable.

[morganaspendragonss]

i would like to say a big fuck you to ryan shane and zach for making me google the duck tits i will never recover

[secrets-in-helene]

The first posts on this account make me happy i took several art classes.

Good god im terrified by how long i drew their legs

[kosakamatsuko]

2014 grunge tumblr was truly a horrible place. like the self harm photos i saw omg

[canwriteitbetterthanueverfeltit]

um WHY are the caterpillars we're supposed to be stepping on suddenly bleeding red

[novablisters]

no man I swear this band is so good *pulls up a spotify page so covered in gore you fall out of your chair in shock*

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

Miss you

Wish we could talk more

I hope you are doing well

I hope 2024 is amazing for you

Thank you for dealing with me before

This is so ominous and horrifying to read who are you and why is this all so final and scary please do not leave me i probably didn’t have to deal with you at all please don’t say that you hope 2024 is amazing for me as if you aren’t going to talk to me then

[gorgynei]

fascinating parts from this brennan interview about downfall

downfall was recorded in one week and brennan described it as "one of the most intense roleplaying experiences [he's] ever had"

if avalir was showcasing the age of arcanum, downfall will showcase the actual calamity

even though avalir and aeor seem similar on paper, brennan says the stories could NOT be more different. the themes, player motivations/briefings, and genres are completely unique

downfall embraces the nuance and complexity (moral and otherwise) of the gods and digs into the idea that the gods "called a truce" to fell aeor and what that actually means

brennan says aeor actually has a large population of refugees from the calamity by the time downfall takes place. however, they didnt have a large impact on the city's architecture and so by the modern era their cultures and presence in aeor (and wider exandria) have been almost entirely lost

overall downfall seems to focus on the ways that small errors in history can change a lot

brennan describes his experience with dm'ing in exandria as "going into a sandbox and creating the toys you're gonna to play with there"

the population of aeor is "demographically meaningfully different from who was living in aeor at the height of the age of arcanum," according to brennan. basically, not every aeorian will have bolo's accent (sad)

aeormatons will be in downfall in some way

setting, plot, and character backstories were worked on in tandem

on a scale of 1 to 10 in terms of tragedy, brennan said downfall would need an entirely new axis. there is a "different kind of horror" in downfall, something that is distinct from "xenomorph chasing you horror"

brennan said "there are moments in downfall where i could feel my stomach wanting to drop out of my body"

[tricksymewtini]

oh my god its horrendous

[dazaichuuya]

has the worst experience today. woke up to water leaking through our ceiling from the carbon monoxide detector (the hole where its attatched to the ceiling). woke up levi and he messaged our landlord while i went and told the ppl upstairs. several wet spots growing on the ceiling but the active dripping stopped. around 4 we had the plumber but the wet had mostly dried up. apparently the people had a broken sink upstairs and were waiting for a part. but the other plumber they had must have told them it was fine to use or something because it had gotten turned on 😭😭 plumber turned off their sink so it cant be used and said we should be fine now and to just let everything dry up. im glad it was fine but it was so fucking scary we thought theyd have to tear the ceiling apart

[tubbytarchia]

I told you I never stop thinking about merpearl

[shushmal]

There's an incredibly pretty girl at the front desk in Family Video, and Steve—Eddie's boyfriend of eight months—is leaning over the counter with a sly smile and half-lidded eyes.

Eddie pauses in the doorway, struck dumb for a moment as he takes in the scene, and then gleefully ducks down behind the nearest shelf.

"So tell me," Steve says, all low and intimate. "What kind of movie were you looking for?"

"Um," the girl says. She doesn't sound very enthusiastic—barely indulgent at best. Eddie wishes he could see, but any sight of him will ruin Steve's chances right now. He's got a pretty good mental picture though. "I really like those old black and white movies, the really glamorous ones, you know?"

"Oh, totally," Steve sighs, like he's swooning. "Like Cary Grant, Clarke Gabel?" Eddie can practically hear his smirk. "Katharine Hepburn? Ginger Rogers?"

"Oh, I love Ginger Rogers!"

"Really?" Steve says matching her excitement. "Well, you're just in luck! Robin here knows all about those old black and white movies, don't you Robin?"

Eddie presses a hand to his mouth to hide his snickering. Robin had looked like a hooked fish when he'd walked in, she's gotta be gaping stupidly right now. "Uuuh," he hears her mumbling, and tries not to snort too loud. "Y-Yeah, uh, golden age of Hollywood stuff, absolutely. I could? Show you where they are?"

"Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!" the girl says, her interest in the conversation now warmed by several degrees. Eddie is still a little in awe of how well his boyfriend can sniff out gay girls.

"I got the front here, Robin," Steve cuts in smoothly. "You ladies take your time, make sure you pick out a good one!"

Eddie waits another beat, listening at their footsteps shuffle away, before he pops up from behind the shelf. Steve, lighting up like a Christmas tree, beams at him.

"Am I a genius or what?" he whispers, grinning ear to ear.

"Your lesbian powers know no equal," Eddie says just as quietly, taking the girl's spot at the counter, leaning into Steve's space. Steve happily mirrors him, until they're tucked together, the world narrowing down to the two of them. It's Eddie's favorite place to be. "All hail Steve Harrington, blessid he, lesbian whisper. Come to aid all useless queers in the fight against singledom."

"Thank you, thank you," Steve says with an air of novel benevolence. "I promise to only use my powers for good."

"Dingus. Doofus."

They jump away from each other as if shocked. Robin glowers at them both, but the pretty girl behind her is giggling and standing way too close for friendly, just at Robin's elbow.

"Move it, lovebirds," she hisses as she rounds the desk. "I need to check Claire out."

"I think you already have," Steve says. His smile this time is down right evil.

Robin actually hisses at him, and hip checks him away from the register. Eddie does a bow, sweeping his arm out to give Claire the prime spot in front of the desk, before he turns back to Steve.

"My dear, if you could please," he simpers, all posh and nasally. "Show me to your finest, grossest horror movie, thank you my good sir."

"Ugh," Steve groans already heading off into the shelves, not waiting for Eddie to follow. "You're lucky I love you, Ed. Shit gives me nightmares."

"I know," Eddie sings, chasing him. "I love you too."

[alicent-archive]

Her horrible night hasn't even begun yet, and she's already picking at her fingers ☹️

It just makes you wonder how many countless nights she had to endure this. How many times she was woken up because Viserys desired her, and her being able to do NOTHING about it.

She can't refuse the King; he's her husband. She can't refuse her husband; he's the King.

Alicent has to do her duty, and pleasing the King IS her duty.

Even though he mocked her in the Godswood in front of Daemon and Rhaenyra. Even though he laughed in her face. Even though he consistently demonstrates that he thinks less and less of her with each passing day.

Alicent Hightower—despite the late hour, despite the mockery, and despite her dissociating during the act—goes to the King and does her duty.