#Doom brainrot is real

[vulpexcola]

More Doom content cuz my man is underrated as hell 💔

‼️[ MILD NSFW !! BUT ITS JUST BODY LOL NOTHING SPICY ]‼️

[hexcrispy]

guys is it gay to gently cling on to your partner after discovering you’re destined to be soulmates in every universe for the purpose of dying hand in hand

[middle-earth-marauder]

confession- im a multishipper with a soft spot for Shadamy in certain AUs lol

anyway, concept of something something, EPIC: The Musical AU?

[junesfool]

jwqs fandom if you're real tell me scenes to draw from memory

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

i know this is hypocritical of me to say since this is tumblr, land of the chronically online, but social media is really rotting my mind. i'm saying this as someone who only has youtube, pinterest & tumblr. i just can't seem to focus and always reach to my laptop or phone the instant i get slightly bored or unoccupied. so, baby steps of control, i'm gonna close everything except my tab for music and i'm going to study now :)

[hotasfahrenheit]

one of the things that is catching me up over and over and circling in my head about Let Free The Curse of Taekwondo is the way that Do Hoe keeps telling Ju Yeong to leave, and how at no point is it because he doesn't like Ju Yeong or doesn't want him around- he usually tells him to leave when he talks about leaving himself, even- but it's the looming, inevitable feeling that it is only a matter of time before his father hits Ju Yeong like he hits Do Hoe and all the other boys, and the fact that Do Hoe wants Ju Yeong to get out before it can happen.

there's such a feeling of resignation about it when it comes to Do Hoe expecting the abuse for himself, in carrying the weight of knowing he can't protect anyone else either. and he knows that the bubble of safety that Ju Yeong arrives with because of his family and his mother and his situation can only last so long.

and the way he looks absolutely crushed when he realises that it's already happened and that Ju Yeong is hiding his wounds because he doesn't want Do Hoe to know and add to his guilt just in turn crushes me.

[burninleather]

black metal is funny cuz when I first started I was like "yeah all of its good it all sounds mostly the same anyways" but after a while, I've gotten so picky. when I started I would've been like "yeah this sounds pretty standard and fine" now I'm like "what the FUCK is this alien theme song ass keyboard notes in the background bruh this band fucking sucks" "these vocals sound like dogshit, too blackened death metal sounding for me" "the production quality is too good I can hear the instruments. they must be posers" "where's double bass drums" would've sounded like scrawled ramblings i'd find on the walls of a psychiatric inpatient ward to me a while ago

[porcelanitaa]

all I have is my online persona and my playlist

[doomedtoxicyaoi]

[salemqz]

Not to be insane or anything....

But these two have my mind and I doubt they'll leave anytime soon.

Left to right is; Amelia and the Red Baroness. They are from an old flash game called Poptropica. (RIP)

They were first introduced as rivals in the old tutorial called Monkey Wrench Island.

They got more background as the game updated and the home page got more developed, so did their story. However due to financial struggles, the company had to shut down.

Neither of their stories were lost to time, just now much harder to find with a mix of wiki, videos, cool math games, and a little bit of flashpoint.

I'll go into an in-depth dive on these characters in separate posts because nostalgia and they're just so darn cool. But first, proper research!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do a human soldier reader x a wounded and "dishonored" Marauder protecting him? Like a Marauder too wounded to defend himself gets saved by a human soldier that got separated from their troop, and is trying to stay sane in hell. Saw a Marauder, and went "Ah, demon I can talk to" and takes the guy out of desperate loneliness

"Well this day just keeps getting worse..how did I even get to this point?" You mumbled to yourself, standing before a tall decrepit church with an upside-down cross affixed at the top.

It was hard to fathom how you got into Hell itself.

One moment, you're playing cards with your troop, laughing and cracking jokes..

And the next, you're hopelessly alone in this infernal landscape with very little ammo and very little chances of survival.

This is definitely not what you signed up for when you joined the UAC. You wanted humanity to thrive, but didn't really agree with all the experiments and such the organization did to bolster its continued existence--especially when you knew damn well they let billions of people die already and didn't care.

Fortunately, your UAC division had some sane people and wasn't just full of cultists.

But unfortunately, one of them was not your commander--who thought that taking the fight to Hell itself like the Doomslayer did would somehow intimidate the demons and convince them to stop invading Earth.

He had always been a fanatic about him, ignoring your remarks that unlike him you were just ordinary people without the godlike powers that helped the Slayer survive. He believed rage alone enabled him to persevere, and he expected your troop to go in with that same mindset.

But if anything, your commander simply sent you to die and become new additions to the demonic army.

The moment your troop stepped out of the portal, you were ambushed on all sides by various demons. It's like they knew humans were coming.

So you did the only sensible thing and fled.

Unfortunately, nobody else thought the same, and before you knew it..

You were all alone.

You weren't sure how many hours or days have passed since, but somehow you're still alive, living off roasted meat from some deceased giant demonic beast.

Communicating with the other side was out of the question, given your radio broke and there's no WiFi service in Hell...so your cellphone was useless.

Curiously enough, there was ammo littered around the realm--probably left behind by soldiers who weren't as lucky as you--but none could replenish your rifle. There's only a single bullet left in the chamber.

You had a knife and grenades, but what if those weren't enough to protect you?

What if you accidentally pissed off one of those Titans you'd often see roaming in the distance?

Your knife will be like a little prick to them before they crush you flat.

Shaking your head, you decided not to think about the dozens of ways you could possibly die here, and tried to remain optimistic. You weren't even that scared anymore.

If anything, you felt....lonely.

You were so used to being around your squad, as well as all the interns at the UAC, but now that it's just you and your thoughts...how could you cope with that?

You certainly couldn't just talk to any demon here. They'd murder you on sight...and probably wouldn't understand what you were saying, anyways.

You sighed and proceeded into the church, hoping that nothing was lurking inside. All you wanted to do was rest your feet for a moment and see if you could make this place into some hideout.

Yet upon stepping through the doors, you were surprised to find not a single demon, but rather the remains of many.

Fresh blood and guts caked the walls, and dismembered limbs and skulls were scattered around--some frozen, others charred like burnt marshmallows.

It looked as though the Slayer himself charged through here, guns blazing-

'Wait...that's right..only the Slayer could have caused a massacre like this..' You realized, a feeling of hope fluttering in your chest for the first time in what seems like forever.

If you were correct, then he must've passed through here recently, which means he could still be somewhere in Hell..

He might be able to help you!

Meeting him would be a great honor. While many talked about him like he was some god or the living manifestation of humanity's rage, you simply saw him as just...a man that Hell pissed off one too many times.

'Damn, my commander would've been so jealous...I wonder if I could get his autogra-'

Suddenly, an ethereal howl startled you out of your thoughts, and you spun around in alarm, rifle trained on....

An orange wolf?

You blinked in bewilderment as it stared at you, realizing it was merely a ghostly image. But you weren't sure if it was some demonic entity ready to attack you, or if you were just hallucinating.

"Um...good dog..?" You didn't know what to say, although judging from how its ears perked up, you knew for a fact it was real.

The wolf spirit turned tail and began walking towards the front of the church. You were compelled to follow it.

But upon seeing what it led you to, you froze in fear.

It stood by the side of a wounded Marauder.

You've heard about them before: they were once Sentinels who were converted into demons after betraying their oaths to their people and fighting for the Maykrs. It's even said that they were previously allies to the Slayer himself...so they were nearly just as powerful as him.

Yet this one was just slumped against the wall, looking utterly defeated, covered in blood with a chunk of his flesh torn out, exposing the ribcage.

He still had fight in him, though, as upon seeing you he became alert. With a snarl, he reached for the shotgun attached to his leg. And you tensed up, stepping back to aim your rifle in case you had to return fire.

However he suddenly grunted in pain and stopped, allowing the shotgun to clatter to the floor as he clutched his bloodied arm. It's useless. I've already...lost..." He rasped, exhausted.

You blinked in surprise, partially because you forgot some demons can speak your language, and also because he was actually giving up.

"Y-You're..not gonna try to take my soul?" You carefully began, not wanting to provoke him in any way.

"I never asked for this life. I only thought...I was fighting for the wrong side, and so I betrayed my king, my brothers...myself." The Marauder lamented. "Now I am nothing."

Honest to god, you weren't sure what more to say to him in this moment. But he still seemed remorseful and hated being a demon, so...he had a little bit of humanity left.

You held just a smidgen of sympathy for him.

"You, come closer." He abruptly demanded. "Now."

Hesitantly, you stepped a few feet closer to him. "Why-?"

Your eyes widened as he suddenly grabbed the barrel of your rifle, holding the muzzle against his forehead as he sat before you, on his knees.

"Woah wait, wait....what are you-?!"

"I've led a life of dishonor and shame...and that turned me into this abomination." His large hands trembled. "Let me die with what little dignity I have left, human. You only have to pull the trigger."

You could only stare down at him, shocked by his request. But you just shook your head. "I-I can't do that. I'm on my last bullet."

"It shall be one well-spent. Please end this suffering...don't leave me to the Slayer's judgement." He begged.

You blinked. "He attacked you?"

"He desecrated me." In case you didn't believe him for whatever reason, he ripped off his face mask, exposing the rest of his skull and broken teeth. "And then he left with some urgency..but I fear he will return to finish the job, and if not, then I will surely be punished for my failure."

Yet despite his pleas for a merciful death, you hesitated, trying to pull your weapon away.

You weren't sure why, but despite him being a demon, the idea of him willing to die by your hand just made you extremely uncomfortable. He could crush your gun and rip you apart with his bare hands easily, and still he refused to.

"Well..my judgement says it's wrong to murder someone who's defenseless..."

"Wrong?" He repeated incredulously, glowing eyes becoming wider. "We've slaughtered billions of your people...I thought you'd rejoice at this opportunity for vengeance."

"I....listen. Let go for a second."

"Why?"

"Just...trust me. Please let go." You firmly commanded.

When the Marauder released his grip from your weapon, he watched you take a step back. Thinking you were going to finally execute him for his crimes against humankind, he closed his eyes and bowed his head, hoping that he'll never be resurrected again.

Wherever he went had to be so much better than this..

You loaded your last bullet into your rifle, aimed strategically...and fired.

But he felt no pain whatsoever.

There was a small explosion, and he snapped his eyes open just in time to see a Lost Soul shattering to pieces. One of its horns fell into your hand, and you examined it, finding it perfectly intact.

"Sweet." You chuckled, pocketing your little souvenir with pride, before looking back at the Marauder..who seemed shocked.

"You told me that was your last bullet."

"Yep, but now I have a reason why I can't kill you. I'm all out of ammo." You shrugged. "Sorry."

"......."

"What? That flaming skull would've killed me had I shot you first! It's not like I asked for it to be there in that exact moment..what do you call those, anyways?"

"A Lost Soul. Damned remnants of mortals who seek a final death." He explained bitterly.

"...oh, well...I'm glad I gave them some peace." You chuckled, although you fell silent as he scowled.

"Yet you'd deny me that same release?" He scoffed. "Why is that? Pity?"

"No, I just..I guess I was...lonely."

"..lonely?"

Sighing, you took a moment to set down your rifle, before reaching up to remove your helmet, inhaling the air.

Just as you expected...it was hot, humid, sticky, and reeked of death all around. You were already starting to sweat a little. But you resisted the urge to gag, instead putting it down on one of the seats.

The Marauder was surprised that you willingly showed your true face to him, although he was still unsure of your intentions.

"Look, I've been stranded here for god knows how long..and every other demon I met has tried killing me. And they can't talk. None except for you, of course." You kneeled down in front of him. "Call it pathetic but..I'm just glad to talk to someone."

"You took a great risk in approaching me, human." He huffed, leaning back against the wall. "If not for my wounds...this could have ended differently..and even still, I could easily-"

"I know, but I don't think you really wanted to. Otherwise, your little wolf spirit would've eaten me alive already."

He was silent for a moment, looking to the ghostly apparition beside him. "My Hellhound...did not attack?"

"Nope. It just led me straight to you. I thought it was a trap at first, but...it must've known you needed help-"

"Help? Granting me an honorable death would have been more than enough "help", but you're too soft to even do that.." The Marauder scorned you. "Just leave me be. Don't waste your breath..I am beyond salvation. Go home."

"That's the only problem...I can't. I'll die before I could even figure out a plan to get back home." You shook your head. "For now I just wanna rest, and since you're here..maybe I can patch you up. O-Or at least uh..patch whatever I can."

He blinked at your offer. "You..would do that for me? What would your leaders think of you aiding a demon?"

"....to be honest? I don't give a shit what they think anymore. They probably think I'm dead."

"I see..very well then.." Sighing, he put his mask back on and gazed at you for a few moments. "If you heal my wounds, I will give you protection until you find a way out of this accursed place..or until the Slayer finds me. I fear I cannot protect you from him."

"Yeah, same. I'm not sure if I can convince him to spare a demon's life, but I'll do my best to hide you." You awkwardly smiled.

He hummed in agreement, before he picked himself off the ground and gathered his weapons.

You grabbed your rifle and donned your helmet once again, breathing in the fresh oxygen your suit pumped out. "Ah, much better...no offense. But the air quality here is sh-"

"None taken, human." The Marauder looked to you. "I can still stand, but not fight...at least for right now. I do know some places the Slayer would not care to look."

"Alright, then..lead the way. I'm trusting you."

He quietly chuckled at the idea of a human trusting a demon so easily.

But he was still a solider with a built-in code of honor.

If his enemy spared him, then he'd have to spare them, too.

[graveyrrrd]

watching vine compilations was just the og version of doom scrolling

[little-miss-sad-eyes]

No YOU (the rational part of my brain) don't understand how much The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes altered my brain chemistry. I can never be the same. I will never recover.

[starry-sophrosyne]

little wotc au angst i thought of while listening to a song, idk if it makes sense but they consume my thoughts

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"rise," said the boy to his lover

"darling get up, i've brought you my love and brought it far"

"Leave," said the girl to her lover

"i've given in, if love is a bridge we built it wrong."

song is "said the king to the river" by la dispute

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i listened to the song, and while the style of music itself isn't really my thing, the lyrics of this song are just so- AUGHHHAUFSDJKH /pos

it's written so eloquently, just like shakespearean-tragedies from the tudor era, you coulf read all the lyrics without the music in that sort of grand sonnet way (´   ｀)

and THESE lyrics oh my god.. Sophist wanting Brent's support or protection in some sort of way, when deep inside, he truly just wants Brent to come with him, knowing there's no chance for him to escape these allegations; but Brent, so persistently loyal to the crown and unflinchingly in his duty, while shackled by the bonds of love and obedience, chooses the latter over the former. It's a haunting realization, he has to admit but refuses to ever accept through out the years of punishment that he faces for his choice - that the purest love can falter. No matter how fervently it burns and shines, it's blaze can be admonished and extinguished, leaving nothing but stinging cinders in its wake.

[junesfool]

[totally sane abt jwqs btw-]

[officialrapunzelfitzherbert]

midlife crisis giles gets soooo much more real the older i get and i keep thinking abt that one tweet thats like since its impossible to know which part of my life is the middle ive decided to have an ongoing crisis