#I'm just a meme reblogging blog

[wrenby-enby]

The crowd roared and its inhuman voice crashed over her like unending waves. She could see, from the corner of her eye where she could look if she craned her head just right, someone bearing a torch. To bring to her. To the pyre. Her stake.

Eilanore knew why she was there. Of course. The church had found her way of living and the beliefs of self-sufficiency and living together with nature a threat and had thus spun a story of witch craft and devil worship. No need to go into the details of the arrest and the questioning, the grimy and damp smell of the cellar would be haunting her forever.

Although maybe the fire would finally dry up the fluid that had gathered in her lungs, she thought. Or maybe it would make the fire burn slower, taking her life in a more agonising and drawn out fashion.

The torch bearer was taking his sweet time. Of course, one had to make a spectacle out of these things. Had to set an example. It was all so obvious, so clear, how could these people not see how the church was using them. It must be the fear, she thought. Fear of their god, fear of what came after. Fear of her.

Eilanore’d never preached much. Mostly lived by herself in a modest little house, single story, two rooms, one bed and one living room with a hearth she used for cooking. Her most prized possession though was her garden. Filled with vegetables, hardy thorn bushes filled with sweet berries, and a rather sizeable herb garden. She lived her life according to her own principles, and that appealed to some of the people from town. The way she was unmarried. The way she didn’t want to marry. The way she was happy.

That probably was what got her here, Eilanore reasoned. Which, to be fair, was true but not a very helpful thought.

“No, you fools, she can control the flames!”

Through the waves came this high-pitched scream, cutting through it like a knife and piercing her heart.

She’d never done any devil worshipping. She didn’t feel the need to. The earth, now her she worshipped. Loved even. But the whole god and heaven and angels, and demons, and the devil, she found far too farfetched. The earth she could see. The earth she could smell.

The earth she could feel.

She could feel the humming energy of nature all around her.

She often felt it while taking a walk through the forest after cleaning her house. She liked those little walks, they cleared her head, and she loved looking at the birds. She found the impish magpies funny, if a little brutish, the crows intelligent but not book smart, more of a life-experience-learned. The robins sung the most beautiful songs and she quite liked talking to them. The little wrens always looked so feisty yet so small. But her favourites, although she never admitted this to the others were the jackdaws. They were like the crows’ younger cousins, little rascals, but much smarter than you would think. One moment you’re laughing at their silly little looks, the next one of its friends has nicked your fresh baked pastries and is making off with it, you running after it.

Eilanore heard not so much as saw the torch light the fire. The waves were replaced by a wind. A whirl that tore at her dress and aimed to devour her.

She thought again of the jackdaws. Of the robins and the crows. Of her little clearing where the magpies always nagged on the sparrows. And of the feisty little wrens, looking like they were fuming on the sidelines.

The fire licked her dress but it didn’t feel hot. Warm, yes, but not that hot. Comforting. As if, the fire didn’t want to hurt her. She opened her eyes and looked down at the fire. It climbed up and towered over her, obscuring the faces of the roaring crowd behind, as if it was shielding her.

It seemed to ask a question. Not that she really heard a question, although… maybe she did. It certainly felt like one. And so she nodded.

And as she did the flames enveloped her, wrapping around her like a woollen blanket, and she closed her eyes. She felt her body start to tingle, the energy that had been humming around her suddenly collapsed in on her and she gasped.

She’d give them what they want. They wanted a devil, she’d give them one.

“You!” came a thundering voice from the roaring flames, which seemed to be pointing, in so far as flames can do such a thing, at the clergymen, who’d been getting more and more antsy in the back.

“Did you honestly think someone who worships He Who Rules Over That Place With All The Fire would be hurt by your pitiful little matchstick fort? Please. Now this is a real fire.”

The fire leaped over the crowd, giving them a spirited shower of hot embers, just to get them all riled up, and crashed through the stained glass window of the church on the South side of the square. Immediately the flames filled the cavernous halls with its light and heat, breaking out through the other windows with its long tendrils.

“Now this is a real fire. Look closely, maybe you’ll learn something.” The fire roared

It tore through the building, eating up walls and roof panelling, and yet it stayed away from the other houses on the square. Eilanore knew some of the families. She wanted to give a show, but she didn’t want to hurt them. They were nice. They cared.

As the church roared and groaned and started to slowly collapse inward the front doors opened and Eilanore walked out, framed by the bright light of the fire, which looked almost holy. She strode up to the clergymen, who had by now grabbed their rosaries and were fervently praying, not that it would help much.

Eilanore stopped in front of them and cast a long hard stare at each of them.

“Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone.” One by one they averted their eyes, unable to bear the piercing look of someone who had been touched by holy fire.

At least, that’s what they thought it was.

Really, she was just having a really good time.

And she was just getting started.

“Burn the witch! Burn the witch!” shouted the crowd, drowning out the distressed warnings of one person. “No, you fools! She can control the flames!”

[crispyliza]

It's a real struggle

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

> Rose: Confess to Kanaya!

Rose: I love you.

Kanaya: Y Yo Ati, Rose.

> Rose: Get swallowed by something that looks like Venom.

> Rose: Get sent to super hell!

> Kanaya: Have something very gay and homophobic happen to you.

Kanaya: ...

What an absolute diversity loss. You find yourself thinking "love loses!"

[byanyan]

i've changed my mind again!! i am, in fact, going to delete a fuckload of my drafts bc i am!!! not vibing with having all this old stuff & having it stopping me from starting new stuff!!!! this is the year where i finally say fuck it!!! i'm gonna run this blog the way i wanna and i'm gonna do what's the most fun for me!!!! ...not that i didn't enjoy any of the threads i have in my drafts bc i did, i just. i have to do something to get myself energized again and clean slate (mostly) is all i got rn askjfhds

i'm not deleting everything — i've got some specific verse stuff, some plotted and/or specific character moment things, and some starters that i'm holding on to, but. yeah. everything else has to go, i'm so sorry

[alyssumowo]

can you elaborate on the Dj Crazy Times Ableist/Xenophobic thing. if you want

Okay, so a lot of people were wondering about this. I saw another post on tumblr (I'll link it in the replies since Tumblr can get iffy with links) about it and everyone under it was talking about how he got milkshake ducked. So I made my post because I thought it would be funny.

But to say it here, the guy who made Dj Crazy Times is tiktoker kylegordonisgreat. The ableism thing comes from him also creating the character No Fun Kid, which is allegedly making fun of autistic people.

The xenophobia thing comes from the Planet of the Bass tiktok itself. The song is sung with broken English, and since he's american, it can be argued that he's making fun of people who can't speak fluent English.

[midgesrphub]

((I'm gonna get Fae's verses set up so I can get her blog rolling, but I think I'm gonna spend the night over on her blog before I head to bed! For anyone interested, it'll be on @weariedwight!

[13eyond13]

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[fictionallyinparadise]

An Ask Game Themed Around Lyrics from Various The Amazing Devil songs!

please practice reblog karma!! (send an ask to whoever you rbed this from!!)

 ° And as you grip me like an animal that you're about to spear: What are their feelings on physical touch? If disliked, how do you two work around that? (song is "That Unwanted Animal")

° How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do: What is your favorite little known fact (headcanon or not) about your f/o? What is their favorite little known fact about you? (song is "Fair")

° Dearheart, it's me, you don't need to pretend to be someone you're not: Did you or your f/o try to hide parts of yourselves during the first stages of flirting/dating? If so, what parts? (song is "Fair" yet again)

° The cracks you made I fill with mortar: On a scale from "I can fix them" to "I can make them worse", which describes your f/o best? (song is "Pray")

° If there was one place I could be right now, I'd be standing there between you and him: How does your f/o handle jealousy? Talk about one time they were jealous, or almost jealous if they aren't the type to be! (song is "Two Minutes")

° If I'm good will you come back to us?: What is your go-to method of comfort whenever your f/o isn't doing well mentally? (song is "Two Minutes" again)

° Maybe, sure, I'm out of my depth: How much of canon have you rewritten with your selfship? If you haven't, what's something that you could do without in your f/o's canon? (song is "Shower Day")

° This is us, this is me and this how we're meant to be!: Have others (platonic f/os, familial, or just other people in your f/o's canon) noticed anything different about f/o since meeting you? (Song is "Drinking Song For The Socially Anxious")

° I just like being on my own (with you): What's your favorite thing to do with your f/o, no matter how "silly" it sounds! (song is "Drinking Song For The Socially Anxious" again)

° Because brick by brick you built us, and I'd fill in the cracks: Do you think you've grown (confidence, self love, etc) in any way thanks to your f/o's influence? (song is "Ruin")

° Welcome to my table, bring your hunger!: What is something your f/o has said that sticks with you? (song is "The Horror and The Wild")

° But that creaking you hear in my bones is not pain, it’s applause!: Does your f/o have any performance-based (acting, singing, dancing, etc) that they kept a secret? How did you find out? (song is "Battle Cries")

° Let’s wander, till the fuckers demand an encore~!: Describe a badass moment (in canon or not) from your f/o that lives rent free in your head. (Song is "Wild Blue Yonder")

° And sip the sunlight from your eyes...: Describe your morning routine! (Song is "Not Yet/Love Run [Reprise]")

° I’ll keep the king, keep him safe at bay...: Describe and gush about how it feels being held by your f/o. (Song is "King")

[normystical]

the unbearable agony of wanting to view fandom content or interact with fellow fans but your fandom has like five people and maybe three fanart drawings since 2017 ♡♡♡

[ducklooney]

I hope I'm not the only one, but I feel really ashamed that on certain days due to my obligations I don't get to publish some pictures or posts related to the birthdays of my friends or related to given anniversaries or holidays or unfortunately the death of famous people. I'm just not the type to post something at every event unless it's really important. So I apologize to everyone for this.

So I made my own meme about it. By the way, this is from the Witcher game where you have the Shame option, although it is for those who like fantasy and attractive games and is not for small children.

But don't worry, I will somehow manage to make up for what I missed in the previous period, so I will post gradually on Tumblr, Deviantart, Instagram, Discord, Telegram, VKontakte, Pinterest and other social networks where I am present. Of course, don't blame me if I forget or if I neglect certain things that I missed, I just have a lot of obligations and I can't be present everywhere. So I ask for your understanding.

And this meme doesn't have to mean just for me, but also for all of you who are in these kinds of problems and things and let me tell you, it's not so much a shame if you're a little late and if you're on hiatus because I understand the need for rest.

[spring-lxcked]

btw hope everyone's ready for angst in the queue on this blog and the multi for tomorrow. first i got emo over william & jules on here and then i wrote one of the most heart-wrenching things for elise / my mrs. af.ton i've ever written over there and like. okay. this isn't even counting the non-fn.af thing over there.

[pinoruno]

spn poetry month - day 6 - shadows: blood in the backseat

a tribute to anna for today's "shadows" prompt! wanted to explore the angels'-deaths-as-wing-shadows sort of idea, & this odd dissociative-grace thing sort of just. Sprung Forth.

@spnpoetryrenaissance

[byanyan]

ok i'm alive and we have a vet appointment for cookie tomorrow... fortunately we're being allowed to bring her in with us for our counselling appointments so we don't have to cancel those, thank god

overall feeling a less violently terrible so far today but Waiting Mode™️ might kick in, so. idk. honestly might reblog that incorrect quotes meme later for a simple distraction ajdgksj

[hells-greatestdad]

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Do you ever feel like the muse to write is halfway there

Like, you can feel it? But when you go to actually write your brain just short circuits???

[cultivating-wildflowers]

taking whatever facebook glitch prevented my accidental copy-paste from sending and kissing it directly on the mouth

[thedetectiveofinaba]

Blog Update: On Hiatus for at least 6 months

I'm going to keep this short & sweet: I have no muse for Naoto as much as I had earlier and I have no idea if it's the insecurity of being wanted as a writer, lower energy levels to depression + RL situation or me coming to terms how I'm more drawn towards new genres and games. There's still some spark, but not enough to get any concrete ideas.

So... yeah. I have to put an end to my pseudo Hiatus waffling and pull the plug. I'm going to be on Hiatus until this year's October (Oct. 2024) and will be focusing on my energy levels other stuff what sparks joy in my life. That's things like... yelling about Kamen Rider or watching Kamen Rider series, drawing and writing drabbles whenever I feel like it.

I'm letting my Queue run empty on this all posts in that & most likely emptying my Drafts and askbox before leaving to be able to start fresh. If you want to break mutuals at any time when I'm offline, just sb if you feel like it

I'll be back eventually to write Naoto, but the writer burnout has set for reals and it's going to take ALOT of time to recover. Thanks for making my time in Tumblr Writing Hell enjoyable & worthwhile, I wouldn't change anything on this ^^