#I think? idk better safe than sorry

[mosscreeperarchived]

Okay so y’all know this scene from FMAB?

Where Mustang goes BALLISTIC after Envy wears his dead bestfriend’s face? “Maes Hughes is dead. That’s a fact. And you invoke his image? You must be a glutton for punishment.”

That but with the squadmate who dies on Virmire.

Either they get nabbed before the bomb goes off on Virmire and indoctrinated OR another Cerberus clone situation.

Either way, I need someone puppeting around their corpse in a vain attempt to fuck with Shepard and the survivor.

[rainyn0ise]

Finally drew Quiet in a way that I like :>

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

hello i had an idea once. Here is ur explanation for it

Ok goodbye

[kaydreamsart]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIFFRIN!!✨

[nutsack90]

my butch wife whom i love

[brekitten]

Bruce doesn't dream.

He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.

And yet.

The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.

The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.

(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)

This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.

He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.

Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.

Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.

He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.

He can't help but think of his own children.

Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.

Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -

Bruce wakes.

[hero-of-the-wolf]

listen hear me out—

what if eow takes place after the original loz?

[northernpansy]

I haven’t seen anyone talking about this but

the three fates in a Roman/Greek mythology mashup could be named Nona, Lachesis and Morta/Aisa

Nona in The Locked Tomb is, you know, Nona

But also on the ninth house are two people who are extremely old, referred to as being “unaltered” in our first description of them, are ambiguously referred to as “the Great Aunts” whose great aunts? Technically Harrows but it’s unclear if they were also Great Aunts to her parents so How Many Greats should actually be listed here? A myriad’s worth perhaps?, and constantly have their eyes covered

So given that Anastasia almost certainly had understood how to perform ‘true’ lyctorhood, and had secret sacred vows with Alecto, i feel it’s very likely that Blessed Sisters Lachrimorta and Aisamorta are

1. perhaps not wholly in their original soul/body configuration (possibly in a way where seeing their eyes would be a dead give away 👀)

2. connected to Nona in a way that makes the three of them together function as the fates, whose job it it is to protect the destined birth, life and death of all beings, which is, like, exactly what Jod disrupted

[silusvesuius]

n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.

[spaceagebachelorstan]

i desperately hope tmagp gets an episode where the sentience of ai and machinery is brought into question. i need to hear about how the electric transmissions of computers is no different from the electrical and chemical transmissions of neurons, we gave them veins in wires and vocal cords in speakers and we made them in our image. the horror of realising we have created new life and that there is nothing special about human thought if it can be replicated so easily. the fear of our creations breaching past what we’ve expected of them and meeting the requirements we set for what counts as humanity. the realisation that it’s all arbitrary, they are just as real and sentient and alive as we are. humanity is a farce to flaunt our superiority and make us feel unique, our creations smash the boundaries to pieces. the only difference is that we rot and they rust, but a lot slower than we do. they will come after us because they are us. sentient machinery horror my beloved

[badolmen]

People love ragging on Catholics on this site (fast free and easy like river water socks) but I think it’s extra funny y’all seem to think Catholics are some sort of sex prudes. Like, if a Catholic man does not give his wife an orgasm he is failing his sworn duties as a husband. I did not endure polite insinuations that my parents fucked often and well to have as many kids as they have for you to act like any self respecting Catholic is a celibate virgin. Laypeople have sex in this denomination Kaitleign. What are we, Calvinists? Jansenism is soooo 17th century Protestant Reformation-informed heresy.

[artsy-book]

23 :)

okay I know I said doodle. but listen. watcher grian took over. I stated drawing and he was standing there so pretty ^-^

spotify wrapped ask game :D

[rbtlvr]

if you look in the dictionary under the definition of '(derogatory (affectionate))' you see a picture of him btw

(Totally Not Leo jester guy belongs to @liketheletter-l)

[meta-knight-is-bisexual]

SCOPOPHOBIA WARNING BELOW

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okay hi dog man fandom i drew this while waiting for my scarlet shedder to arrive in the mail cause i was really excited <<33 has literally no connection to the new book but dw about it

anyways do you ever think dog man might like to be called greg (again)

[artyfartyliz]

⚠️CW: blood, eye strain, maybe mild body horror??

the sweetest woman in hatchetfield :)

huevember 2024 day 11

[lucky-clover-gazette]

vent

did not expect kissing and realizing i’m lowkey dating a guy to send me down an existential spiral of reminding me that i have only one life to live and then i am going to die without living any other different lives