#CW: implied suicide

[fivewholeminutes]

A Series of Small Offerings

PART ONE -8- The Way That You Were

To tear that knife from what once / Would have been dead fingers

I have. Struggled a lot with this one, but I am glad it is done. I've had this idea rotating in my brain for a month and I have tried starting it at least 3 times both traditionally and digitally before I decided to turn it into a cut out, because I feel the most confortable making cut outs, actually.

HUGE, ENORMOUS shotout to @copper-sands / @ancientbygone for being my hand anatomy expert!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Without it this piece would look way worse <3

[sonicexelle-junkary]

If somebody had managed to escape the rot. Is there a way for the rot to hunt them down? Basically if you manage to escape and hide, is it just inevitable that it would find you? Or is there hope left that you won't die to the rot and instead die in some other way? (I assume it'd be hard to sustain hiding like that, especially if you don't know what your doing)

CW: implied suicide

Eventually everything will be consumed.

But, if you don’t want to be consumed by it. Then you’ll need to find yourself a weapon…

And use it

[the-herdier]

Jean coping (or not coping) with the loss of his partner in an AU where Harry never wakes up...

Him feeling responsible for what happened and thinking about how he might have saved him had he stayed.

Him trying to deny his pain by telling everyone he doesn't care, the drunken bastard was taking the fast lane to Hell anyways, but it's plain to see on his face.

Him saying something like "You just had to fuck me over one last time, didn't you? Fucking shitkid." to Harry's headstone/urn.

[rotten-dog-teeth]

I'm absolutely brainrotting over how horrific humans are

• We are not bipedal. We are quadrupedal. We forced our bodies out of shape just for the sake of going against god. Our legs are bent out of shape, our hip joints have been forced outwards at unusual angles, our spines - necks and backs - have been contorted into flimsey spring-like structures to support our poorly distributed amalgamation of flesh and bone, pur extremities have been elongated, compressed and re-framed to fit our new whims.

• We manipulated everything. Will said in that episode about the woman abducting yhe kids to try to make a family that as a survival instict, we have to bond with our captors otherwise we're breakfast. That's what we did to literally fucking everything. Animals are naturally scared of us. We think that animals are scared because they are ignorant, but they are scared because they are smarter than us because they see us for what we really are: abominations and monsters. They either get docile and cozy with us to become our companions so we dont kill them or they try to avoid us or hell even fight us but if they havent been domesticated then they're fucking dead meat. And cozying up to us is not a sure fire way of survival. We pick and choose who we domesticate. Dogs and cats, yeah. Rats and pigeons, we kill them or at the very least banish them. And even being domesticated is not a sure fire way of survival. We forcibly change their biology to be dependent on us and then routinely abuse or neglect them, or pit them against eachother, or ignore them, or "accidentally" let them loose to take another domestic's life. We are manipulators. We don't train animals, we manipulate them. We trick them into thinking we're safe, and don't let them realise until it's too late. Humans aren't the top of the foodchain. We're not the apex predator. We're humans. We're fucking horrors. And nothing we could ever come up with in any book, film, show, etc could ever come close to the horrific god-killing creation that is a human "being".

• We have such a comprehensive specrum and magnitude scale of emotion that our brains try to self-destruct to quell it. We feel too much love or care? Our instict is to crush/squeeze it to death. We feel too sad? Our instict is to tear ourselves apart piece by piece or just outright blunt force ourselves into peace.

• We are so fucked up that our brains actively come up with ways to supress, control or just outright kill us. On a high place? Our instict is to jump. See something sharp or hot? Our instict is to grab/touch it. Our brains fabricate fake threats to scare us into submission - phobias, anxiety, etc.

• Our bodies are so viscerally unnatural that we are alienated from every other living thing that we know of. Not one creature has a remotely similar body to us. Our joints are bent in freakish ways, we move unlike any other thing to exist, we communicate in a million different ways in a noise that nothing else can make. We are fucking disgusting.

• Our bodies try to self-destruct to prevent us from continuing to exist. We cannot successfully give birth most of the time without lots of medical help or even being fully split open and physically separated from the foetus by other humans due to our hip to head size ratio. We are the only creature capable of choking because of the development of speech.

[fell-is-suffering]

Very, VERY ooc post rn but..

I really, really want a knife stabbed through my chest right now. Cause my dad decided to be shitty and now I feel fucked up for even wanting to get stabbed even though I know it's my damn fault for being this way. I just don't wanna be at home rn..but I don't know anyone in this god damn neighborhood and I frankly don't wanna go to them at all.

[kaijukebox]

Something something deeply rooted symbolism blah blah dependency and wish fulfillment

[liches-covered-in-lich]

Still very much a WIP but I really like how this looks so far so how could I not share this? :D

My Miraak is just Worms. Specifically Lurker parasites that have filled his body to the brim, removing nearly all remains of his human to turn him into a beast of Apocrypha. A sign that Mora was planning to replace him soon. :)

[randy-jade-4ever]

I told you, Cal, if you bring up that 'Dial Up' to me again, we're through. I can't live with that sort of-

oh boy artistic impression! i love callum milton angst man,,,,,,

[heyhoheroarts]

In celebration of TDIPUD have some WIP doodles

[charred-angel-ribs]

Hannibal and Will's relationship is very obviously gay, solely because the convoluted way of psychologically manipulating someone and leaving a trail of artistic and significant murders for them to find and decode, getting them to follow you around, getting them to build an obsession and reliance on you, all to climax up to being eachother's demise, pulling eachother over the edge, intertwined in eachother's arms until the bitter end, all before you manage to get the balls to ask then out on a date or tell them you like them.

That's gay.

[rotten-dog-teeth]

OH OH OH FUN FACT TIME!!

So, the reason you get this inexplicable urge to squeeze something/someone you find particularly cute or one you love very much is because the human brain is very simple and will always try to take the easiest way out of a situation (which is also why you have a little metaphorical voice in the back of your head telling you to jump when on a high place, because your brain sees it as the easiest way out of that situation). And when you feel emotions that strong, the brain sees it as unnatural, and therefore decides that the thing/person causing it must be dangerous, and so its natural response is to tell you to squeeze it as hard as you can to kill it. Squeeze the life our of it. So yeah, humans are wack /lh /gen

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

[zuala-bear]

Found a song, drew a gal! (feat. The reference + the wip).

[temnayajija]

day 15 self-inflicted 😣

а граж.оборона прикольная группа)

[wyrdle]

A very important phone call

Quick doodly comic. I had some ideas about Marceline contacting Simon at the finale episode. Something something reaching out to your suicidal loved ones. The sweater thing was just to pull back to episode 2, when Simon helps re-stitch Marceline's dress button.

For reference:

[knific]

ummm stuff i forgot to post

cw for sewerslide under cut lol

[my-fancy-hat]

in water