#LET OTHER PEOPLE PARTICIPATE

[itsgonnagetinspiringsoon]

Ok I learned my lesson last time so I'm making it harder for y'all. 150 notes and I'll listen to the Circe saga

[turtledotjpeg]

girls who go 🧍

[max--phillips]

Things we are NOT going to do in 2025:

Be paralyzed by fear, despair, resignation

Fall victim to conspiracy theories

Fall victim to cult recruitment tactics

Talk to cops, ICE, the feds, etc.

Use period tracking apps (unless you are specifically putting in false information to fuck with it)

Kill ourselves

Give up

Things we ARE going to do in 2025:

Be really annoying to our representatives (learn who they are now and start sending emails, letters, making phone calls, all of it.)

Join a local club or organization (not necessarily political—just something. A musical group, a TTRPG club, a soup kitchen, a community theater, whatever. Just be part of your community. Go outside and talk to real people face to face over something you enjoy.)

Defend the existence of trans people from those who would see us eradicated

Defend the existence of people of color from those who would see them eradicated

Defend the existence of any minority or marginalized group from those who would see them eradicated

Learn when it’s time to shut up and listen.

Gain a new kink or fetish. Or several

Get a library card if we don’t already have one

Read a book

Step outside of our comfort zones

Learn to stand up for ourselves and to say “no.”

Remember that everyone is human

Live and love as fiercely as possible

[majorasnightmare]

thinking about isobel and ketheric, and my durge and ketheric, and isobel and my durge

like ketheric whos entire personality is centered around being a failed father, dirge who lives solely and exclusively for a father who does not love him, isobel being horribly violated for the sake of fatherly love in the name of a person shell never be again like excuse me this trio of people makes me go insane

ketheric and dirge like!! zealot recognizes zealot, ketheric knows what its like to be devoted wholeheartedly to a god who will discard you and thats explicitly why he has a businesslike relationship with myrkul, who KNOWSSS ketherics heart isnt in it but doesnt care, ketheric who never fully believed in the absolute plan but carried it out nonetheless, ketheric who nonsensically traded the death of the world for his daughters life, who in reality most likely traded his afterlife for isobels life, knowingly condemning himself to never see melodia again, to an eternity of torture at myrkuls hands, just so isobel can breathe again. dirge knowing with perfect clarity his own father would never do that for him. ketheric knowing that kind of hopeless devotion and willful blind ignorance leads to a kind of iron will that makes dirge genuinely dangerous but pitying the poor fool nonetheless because despite dirges clear intelligence and skill, despite his overwhelmingly obvious power, hes shackled to a self destructive idiot whod bite off his own arm just to spite the world who couldnt give a single fuck about dirges mental state or how that affects achieving bhaals OWN goals and fulfilling his OWN desires, because ketheric understands perfectly well a god will be stupid and selfish first and reasonable and measured second. dirge hating ketheric not just for being a wishywashy traitor who cant settle on something to be devoted to, but because ketheric has the shit figured out. its a zero sum game. theres no winning, only different types of losers, and embracing that truth means acknowledging his entire life has been a pointless self destructive waste that will never give him the satisfaction and actualization dirge craves, so its easier and more stable to just interpret ketheric as a coward. except hes going to kill himself for isobel. going to go through hell for her. theres a level of devotion and love and care there that dirge has only experienced once in his life and the memory of it is enough to drive him to madness, but despite it all ketheric IS competent. is level and measured and powerful and capable of looking past his own self interest to the far horizon of victory, is tactical and clever and willing to wade into the fray. so dirge hates, and admires, and envies, and pities, and reflexively seeks out and avoids ketheric in equal measure. wants to carve him up until he finally breaks, screaming for a god that wont hear him as just rewards for his insolence (because dirges loyalty will SURELY be rewarded, loyalty to his god and to his father, certainly), cant stand the idea of working alongside anyone else, hates being around him but hates doing things without him, falling into old habits of depravity just to get away from the cacophany of emotion and the introspection it tries to trigger.

and then ketheric is doing all of this for someone who doesnt really exist. the isobel he wants to revive isnt real. its a version of her thats stripped hollow of the things that make her, HER. he wants an isobel that doesnt love aylin, he wants an isobel that is content to remain in place and be protected by him, where he was the center of her world. he wants an isobel that hasnt existed for over a century. he wants an isobel like he remembers thinking of the days before melodia died. its why despite everything he gives up for her, if ketheric gets his hands on isobel he tadpoles her. the tadpoles are just a convenient tool for cutting away the unnecessary parts of a person, things they dont need and wont want afterwards. isobel mourns the father she had after her mother died, but ketheric wants the isobel she used to be when melodia was still present in their lives. the isobel after melodia died eventually left him for aylin. grew up and became a person outside of their small family and community. had interests and desires and goals that took her away from him. she doesnt need aylin, doesnt need anything besides family. thats whats important, thats whats worth ruining lives over. everything after isobel was just a failed copy, not even worth reminiscing over. everyone beyond isobel doesnt matter. desecrate the family tomb, abuse your son, drag your aunts and uncles and brothers and sisters out from the grave just to see if it works, if it sticks, because the whole world revolves around a little girl who stopped existing long before she died, because she became someone else someone new and left you floundering alone. youll get them back even if it means you burn in hell forever, those few precious moments are worth it, itll all be worth it, its already worth it. kill yourself kill the world because the only god worth dying for is the one found in between poorly scratched letters on a paper rotting from age that say "love you papa, -I T". live every day with the smoke and the rot knowing that your father loved you so much he cant even look at who you are now. live every day knowing its a gift you cant return to a man who doesnt see you, knowing that all youll ever have are ghosts that seek to hollow you out and play pretend with the shell. hes awful. hes horrible. hes a monster. hes your dad and he loves you so much its killing you. will kill you. has killed you. has killed everything you could ever want in your life. hes your dad. he read you stories when you were small. kept you from falling apart when your mother died. your rock in stormy seas. he wants to read you another story. its dark outside. its scary. this story has a happy ending. its just for you. the girl in the picture book has your name but doesnt look like you at all. its written in silver blood. theres an ache that wont leave, a rot that refuses to mend, a scar that wont close, and its all for love

thinking about dirge being the one to drag isobel from her coffin, to bring her back for the sake of sealing a pact that will end the world, going against his entire religion the whole reason for his existence just for the sake of fulfilling his own fathers dreams. children living at the behest of their parents, denied death for their fathers selfish whims. isobel autopsied and opened, layers peeled back. gortash and ketheric never exhumed a body, never prepared it for the grave, never made such an intimate study of death. gortash unwilling to bloody himself unnecessarily, ketheric unwilling to look past the deathmask to see isobels interior, so its dirge, it has to be him, the only one willing to bite down his own desires for the greater good. an unforgivable violation of autonomy, but the only one who thinks of it as such is the scion of the murder god. she cant consent. she cant choose to be apart of this, to sacrifice herself for a cause greater than herself. he has to inflict this upon her. life is suffering and madness and delusion. death is peace, and he is the holy vessel of transition from one state to the other. this? this is blasphemy. she has already fled this horrid blighted world for a better one, and here he is participating in blasphemous ritual. its for the sake of their plan, its for the sake of enacting his fathers dreams (as all children know, you are naught but a vessel to achieve the goals they could not in their time), but she cannot even take glory in the knowledge of her sacrifice, cannot even know she is a sacrifice until its too late to go back. carves open and peels back the picturesque skin, preserved by gloom and arid darkness and sealed stone to keep away the rot. peeling away the mask of Isobel Thorm to see the visceral rotting insides of a person ketheric cant stand to see.

clearing away the ruin and decay so something new can take its place. corpses are objects fled of souls, no longer a person, no longer anything and thus free to toy and play with as boredom and curiosity desires, but this is not a thing. this will again be a person, a vessel to trap someone inside of, to force them to suffer and persist and delude and live and he cant even ask if shell do it. do it to help him break the world and put an end to this madness forever. cant convince her of the rightousness of it, the necessity of it, cant help but use her for it. to gortash she is a token exchanged for power, to ketheric she is a snapshot of a better world he wants to go back to, but only here on this dirty bloodstained table with a bhaalspawn elbow deep in her organs is she a person, whos autonomy and personhood is being irrevocably violated. his nature is to free them of these shackles, to snip the cords and revel in the ensuing destruction, and here he is binding her again. the humiliation, the horror, of being set loose from this hellscape only to be brought back. to be dragged, kicking and screaming, back into living. to be subject to such awful blasphemy. here in the dark and the quiet where there is no voice to speak back to him, when there is no rushing blood or beating hearts to call forth his purpose, there and then does armageddons prophet desire forgiveness, only in this shadowed purgatory can someone truly see. when all the world lies dead at my feet, i will beg forgiveness from no one but you. lamb on the altar, holy blood, if such desecration was not necessary for the cleansing of suffering, i would never deign to subject you to it. to you alone do i tender my apologies, my blessed father may forgive this sin in light of the retribution it will call forth, but cruel fate has chosen you without your knowledge to bear this disgusting violation, and the only salve i can offer is that, gods willing, you will not suffer long. to live in a world that could give rise to something like me is a torture i would not wish upon anyone, and for the sake of my father i inflict it upon you nonetheless. when you rise, my only thoughts will be of murder, holy and pure. but here in the dark, when you are at peace and i am not, i think of you, and what youd want, and how no one would ever, COULD ever, ask for what i do to you here. here in the quiet i breathlessly whisper a prayer meant only for your ears, a second sin i cannot stop myself from committing, here where you cannot hear me but God surely can, a wish that i will surely pay for dearly, a punishment i endure willingly and without complaint, a smallest fraction of the torment i knowingly inflict upon you. i live, and soon so shall you, and for that, i will never know peace.

im so sorry. i did it for love

[incesthemes]

my hot fandom take is that discouraging authentic interaction with fanworks through arbitrary "rules" and increasingly limited and prescriptive scripts of "acceptable" interactions damages fandom as a community perhaps just as much as passive, entitled consumers who demand free labor from fan creators without offering interaction in return

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

"BLOODY HELL, WHAT A MESS!"

congrats on 400+ followers @its-paperd!!! >:Dc you deserve that and so much more muah muah<333

[walking-loather]

Women. We need to stop wearing makeup. We need to stop doing excessive skincare routines. We need to stop getting cosmetic surgery.

We NEED to stop obsessing over every aspect of our appearances and we NEED to start accepting what our natural faces look like.

We need to divorce ourselves from the idea that beauty is morality. We need to stop caring about if we're ugly or not or treating it like its the end of the world.

Your face is your face!!! It looks the way it does, and you need to stop hating it. Who fucking cares if you have acne or dark circles or fine lines or wrinkles or sunspots or scars. WHO GIVES A GODDAMN SHIT. it is your face, and no matter what you do you will never get another one. You will have it for the rest of your life so you may as well learn to fucking live with it.

Learn to accept yourself the way you are. WHY should it matter if you are beautiful or ugly. YOU ARE A PERSON. YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOUR AESTHETICS. We are never going to get equality for women, like, each of us being able to walk out of the fucking door without giving a single shit -- just like men do -- and be treated like human beings, if we keep desperately trying to homogenise our features into what is deemed "acceptable" and valourising beauty.

Your natural face isn't beautiful or ugly. Its your fucking face. This isnt about "embracing being ugly" its saying WHY THE FUCK SHOULD HOW I LOOK EVEN MATTER. WHY THE FUCK DOES IT NEED TO BE JUDGED. WHY ARE WE ASSIGNING WORTH TO APPEARANCES IN THE FIRST PLACE

WE ARE NEVER GETTING OUT OF PATRIARCHY IF WE KEEP FUCKING PARTICIPATING IN IT

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

I have failed in my task to be connected to others. But I don't have to keep failing.

I remember 2016. I remember the fear, the panic. I remember the sludge my brain turned into in the wake of the news. The sorrow and despair I felt then is of the same, is the same, as I feel now. It's a sickening feeling, makes it hard to move, to think.

But what was true then is still true now. We must come together. We must connect with each other. We must not feel alone in this or allow each other to feel alone. I know I have not done my part in reaching out, for help and to help. I have demurred, because I was tired or because I was afraid. I cannot do this anymore. We have to reach for one another, we have to try.

The divide is a wall of distortion. Our voices get lost and we appear bigger and smaller than we really are. Our features are exaggerated to extremes, making monsters of just people. Just people. In all our ugliness. We must reach out through the fear, through the distortion, and try to see each other for who we are. There's always more in common than you think, often than you want. But if we can connect on those things, then we can conquer the distortion. We can pull each other past it.

I am hurt and I am grieving. And I don't mean to ask anyone to reach out in ways that make them unsafe. But I know that I have to understand and accept my fellow man if I want to go anywhere with her. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I want more connections, not fewer. I do not want to fail my fellows by not giving you a chance to be understood. Because I want that chance for myself. I want you to know me, see me, care about me. I can only ask that if I'm willing to give it.

I'm a person and so are you. We are scared. We are hurt. We are trying to make it through, sometimes not well, sometimes not consistently. I want you to know I love you. I want you to know that I see you are a person. Not good, not bad, just a person, flaws and virtues intact. This is what I wish for me. This is what I wish for all of us.

Come say hi if you feel it, I am here.

[kushamisaru]

Stop giving people moral ocd or I'm gonna pepper spray your underwear drawer

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

sorry for only saying this type of shit lately but i kinda wanna drive a car straight into a brick wall at the highest speed possible

[calicoartie]

I HATE MY ROOMMATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[separatist-apologist]

I just love you and the positivity you and LB bring to this fandom. I've tried so many times to be active in this fandom but I've always quickly backed off because of how judge-y and toxic a lot of people act.

Genuinely, jokes aside, I'm sorry you feel that way. I think it can feel really daunting if you come in and look around at all the fighting but truly, it's just a small (but loud) minority of people who act that way. The VAST majority of folks in every ship are very normal, nice, and here to vibe. Even if they don't multiship and are just passionate about their OTP, I've found people to be welcoming and generous.

I think most of us just want to make our jokes, talk about the things we're excited for, our theories, headcanons, art/fic and make friends. One of the first things I did when I got here was just blocked people that never had anything nice to say and were fighting more than they were doing anything else, and now LB and I will see the remnants of drama from four days earlier like...something cursed happened here...but we did not witness it.

And I feel like if you just get in with the right people, that's the vast majority of peoples experience, too. I know I sound crotchety telling people to stop taking the bait and ignore people who are obviously operating in bad faith, but its the only way to sustain yourself. Otherwise you get too burned out, too frustrated and you have to leave before you wear yourself to nothing

[grimvestige]

One of my favorite shots from the love psalm MV I made for Tiarnan & Moirin <3

[bee-can-art]

I know I said this on Twitter a few months ago and I thought I said it here, but apparently I didn't so here it is:

coming back to the Waterparks fandom genuinely feels like I've returned home. It was the first place on the internet where I felt a part of a community and that people knew/recognised me; especially here on Tumblr, where the fanbase is smaller.

Back in 2020 (oh god) it felt like an "everyone knows everyone" situation, and although a lot of accounts from back then maybe aren't active or have left the community, that idea still holds up.

(I miss those people)

I just wanna say thank you to everyone- old and new- for welcoming me back and giving me somewhere to thrive once more.

[insanelyadd]

Hello! We were wondering if you were planning to host the "Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day" again this year. If you are, will it be on June 16 like last year? We are hoping to include it in our monthly events updates. Thank you!

Yep! I'm super excited for it! Really looking forward to it because I've actually managed to draw something this year (I do feel bad about not personally participating in previous years) and I'm hoping to get another thing done for it. And yes it's on June 16th, where it will remain every year that I do this (for clarity's sake, that way no one is stuck thinking it's that day if I were to change it to another). I will be doing this perhaps every year until the end of time (I do not plan to die).

I hope a bunch of people will be able to participate again this year. :>

[blurrymango]

Made a. Well it's not a meme. I made an image.

Without the text. ^

I like making MS Paint trackpad drawings of myself. I should do it more.

And to all the antis that follow me or reblog my art and whatnot, you should stop being hypocrites. I understand being uncomfortable with lolisho or fictional incest or fictional murder or sexual furry art, and that is ok. But when you put pro-shippers in your DNI, you say to the world that you are a hypocrite and you don't understand that fiction is not the same as reality. I myself do not have a DNI, as I truly think DNIs are pointless, and I am ok with interacting with people who disagree with me on things. Like, my good pal. Mutual. Whatever. Daniel, is a "tucute" and an "inclus" but I would gladly do illegal substances with him.

What I'm trying to say is. By being an anti, you explicitly endorse harassment. By being and anti and interacting with me, you are going against your own beliefs. The beliefs like- fictional characters matter more than real life victims, and that liking loli porn makes someone a pedophile but liking furry porn doesn't make someone a zoophile for some reason. Even though they're. Literally the same thing in terms of moral value or whatever.

But anyway.

It's like. 4 AM. And I'm tired of seeing people reblog from me or follow me when they support an ideological stance that is extremely harmful to freedom of speech, victims of abuse, and creativity as a whole.

Feel free to continue interacting, as long as you remain respectful, but for your own good, if you're uncomfortable with me being ok with dark fiction and also enjoying dark fiction, maybe at the very least, don't follow me.