#Does this make sense? Probably not!

[mvndrvke]

@moltolavoro gets a starter!

Icarus had fallen, and so the legend goes. But the fall is the only thing that seems to matter. The destination isn't quite as important.

But to the god of the sea, it is. Poseidon can sympathize with Icarus, and the sea is more welcoming than the sky. Cold water soothes Apollo's scorn, and perhaps for a short time, Icarus can feel peace and reassurance in the water that caught him when Apollo turned his back.

The naiads do what they can. They bring Icarus to shore when they've healed him as much as they're able, and Poseidon decides to sit on the shore with Icarus until he awakes. He glances over when he hears him stir.

"Move slowly," he warns. "Just breathe first."

[solavirtus]

𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑬 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑺...

( kentaro sakaguchi , genderfluid , any ) — as the demons pour out of the sea DAEVA AKA MANAH makes their way to the shore, an eleven hundred and sixty-six-year-old creature who appears thirty-five. here with their feet planted on cynefin’s soil, it is images of a stone cold face, when they smile, it twists something ugly in your chest, an uneasiness you cannot name, pristine suit, cufflinks to match, an image out of a book, not a thread out of place, a vanishing spirit, flickering out of your sight so quickly that you are not sure if it was a real or a mirage, nightmares plaguing your dreams, a curious gaze twisting the knife of memories, just to see how you squirm, that flood the minds they touch. some may even say that they are proper and calm, but it matters little that they are untied by a sorcerer’s contract — they remain unabashedly fiendish and deceptive. beware, for demons are never truly kind. ╱ kira, twenty5, she/her, gmt+3.

BIOGRAPHY ( cw horror imagery, torture, manipulation, death, nothing nice )

you come into existence before the beginning of time. before the word common era was fabricated. a time so long ago, humans can never manage to wrap their slight minds around it.

they think monsters are created. you know them to be wrong. you are not born either. you do not have a father, a mother, or a god. for you are god.

there is no incidence. no single creator you will ever bow to. you are the source, and the source is you. if you used to be someone before - you have chosen a long time ago not to remember. you have also forgotten this choice already made.

you create yourself into this shape. a shape that shifts in perpetuity. the only constant is its change. you create yourself at every epoch, at every success, at every failure, at every cusp of time.

all you know is a hunger that will never be sated. a craving that you have carved into yourself, a hole in the place where there never was a soul. you know humans attempt to find comfort in their terrors, that the devil makes evil happen, that there must be a reason for their suffering. you know there is none. you have simply come into existence, and your existence alone is there to prove them wrong.

you are the anti-matter to the matter. darkness to the light of life.

you are the drop of poison in a well in a starved village, the source of life that drowns them from inside. you promise to quench their thirst, you promise them paradise. you only ask for a price. you seek what they find most worthy, a forced sacrifice that carves into their minute souls. they begin to revere you. and once they do, you hold the water out to them in your palms, and let them drink from your rotten hands. how it trickles down their chins disgusts you. they cling to you, looking up from where they are praying on their knees. once they have enough, once all of them have had enough, it begins to burn them from within. you relish in their cries. you find yourself another well to poison.

you are the whispers that fall upon powerful ears. you sit on the arm of a thrown, leg thrown over a royal mantle, a greedy hand moving up and down on the skin you are wearing. you lazily lean down upon the shoulders of a nation. you pretend to listen. you boast of their successes, imitate adoration and reverence, then murmur words that have never been true. you are the voice that causes kings to incite wars, the end of bloodlines for decades to come.

you are the seeds of doubt fed to weak minds. you are the charming, beautiful, or handsome figure who possibly could not mean any harm. you come as a father, as a mother, a lover, a friend, or a god. whoever they need the most. you appear in their dreams as a mirage, you hold them close when they need to be held. you give them promises that you will keep. promises that by the time they are fulfilled, the people who wished for them are no longer the same. you know how to orchestrate their nightmares now, where it pains them the most, where to twist your daggers to hear them shriek.

a contract is sacred. your existence itself is sacrilege. you weave the ones you make with care, picking those that will yield you the most power. for a contract to be made, you ask for their most prized possession. power for power. something to hold above their heads before they can achieve what they wish through you. more often than not, it's a secret, revealing their soft belly, where it would hurt the most, what keeps them up at night. you tell them this is a fair deal. everything has to come with a cost. of course, this does not apply to you.

when you come into this reality in the woods of cynefin, you have a goal in mind. one none of these humans know. one they will never know.

once again, when you walk through what these people call ancient halls, you want to scoff. instead, you shift into what's most needed, a professor, a demure, kind-looking creature. one people feel more at ease dropping their guards around. you give them carefully constructed smiles, as well as a backstory, just detailed enough to be believable.

a khemia professor without khemia, one without a bond, you are a master of lies, know how to hide the truths whenever and however needed. you lie in waiting now, taste the sorrows of the city and its habitants, look for its weaknesses.

it is not the time to strike yet, and you have never been the one to play with your cards out in the open.

you used to wonder if your hunger would be satiated. by now, you know it will not. this is simply who you are. you want to play regardless. the outcome of this game does not matter, you will play, as long as it keeps being interesting enough for your attention.

[qoldenskies]

i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases

[crabgirlfriend]

“WTNV walked so [insert whatever media] could run” no. WTNV did not walk, it was fucking running marathons while other media was crawling on the ground gasping for air. it’s still running and the world needs to catch up

[digitalmyyth]

Hey wait a minute—

[mischiefbuckley]

when your husband doesn’t find your joke funny so he complains about you to his dad and your father in law must be put in the middle of the silly fighting between you two with your bestie trying to mind her own damn business

[ciderjacks]

despite Laios low self esteem making him think that if he’d been eaten, Chilchuck and Marcille wouldn’t have helped Falin,

theres a small part of me that thinks the reason Chilchuck stayed with the party and went back in the dungeon in the first place was because he didn’t want to leave Laios alone. That Laios was moreso the reason he stayed.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i don’t think there’s a better example of leftist antisemitism than the time i was explaining antisemitism i had personally experienced and was told “i’m sorry that upset you but also it makes sense to say that. you should read theory”

[abstractfrog]

SILVER BLAZE PART THREE - happy jonkday everyone. one of these days i'll draw a scene that doesn't take place at night

[ashthewaterghoul]

As someone with dissociative issues, I cannot shut up about how much I love Copia’s dissociation in RHRN.

Just that flat-out refusal to accept the horrible facts of life (in this case Sister dying). His mind trying to manifest the reality he wishes for, and the confusion as he slowly sees what’s actually happening again.

The way how confused he is when he’s suddenly changed into his black robes.

The hazy way he sees reality and his own imagination blending (Sister being tended to by a doctor while he tries to ignore it).

The. Fucking. Balloon. Sequence.

Copia wants away from his problems, so his mind flies him away until he literally crashes back into reality.

The balloon was great way to show it bc I know when my issues start, it does feel like I’m floating, like I’m in a different realm to the rest of the world.

I love it all and how it was done. Tobias Forge, you are a GENIUS.

[thedreadvampy]

Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.

"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."

translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"

It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!

very this

[ozuzo]

🎮 Multitasking 🎮 (my part of an art trade with @hivepixels 🖤)

[goldenmorningglory]

am I the only one still laughing about monty's name. like there's Monty. and then there's this snake, a python if you will.

Esther's pets are monty python

[vaguely-concerned]

I honestly don't think lucanis would have gotten much gentler training than most of the other crows -- if anything I expect he got more direct and intensely focused/constant attention on and control exerted over him than most of them might, since caterina has so much bound up in him both emotionally, politically and (ultimately, as the case always is with the crows lol) financially. she does not seem the type to as it were risk spoiling the sole viable heir by sparing the rod (derogatory). she has too much on the line here leave stuff like that to chance. where the 'first talon's favourite kid' privileges DO likely enter into it for me is that he can every so often make the move to spare a target based in nothing but his own conscience and not be killed for it himself.

which also has me wondering like... did caterina know she was sending him to kill a child, with that one target he mentions to davrin? or was it a surprise to her too? from what he says, she is the one who picks the contracts for him. was that contract how she realized there are things she could ask him to do, uses she could try to put him to, that would just break him (which would be such a waste at this point she's invested so many years and so much of herself in this knife that rests perfectly in her hand)? was it a test?? did it turn into a test both ways??? did lucanis know she wouldn't have him killed for refusing to do it, or is that one of the few times he came back and looked her in the eye to see what she would do, as the closest he's ever gotten to actually telling her 'no'???? 'you have every right to kill me for it, but this is one thing I can't do for you' with his hands not dripping with blood... and for whatever reason or set of reasons you might choose to believe, she doesn't kill him. what an absolutely nuts relationship this is

(how does illario feel watching that go down. knowing lucanis can gamble on love or sunk cost logic or whatever it is that stays her hand to hold on to having a soul, while illario could surrender his whole soul unquestioningly every time to her and still not have the love.)

[karda]

his ass is not listening ❗❗❗

[viviarts-c]

human!radioapple Titanic AU anyone?

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