#LOVE THOSE GOBLINS

[jjian1002]

Chilchuck the struggling girl dad🥳

[necrofuturism]

Curious Archive does it again and asks the important questions.

[dnncats]

slaying while slaying 🔪🩸

still + alt color:

[bacchuschucklefuck]

one thing I really really appreciate abt riz gukgak as a character is that he is un-self-aware to the max. he inhabits his body so completely. the arc that would usually be run as "I'm different and unable to connect with my friends in this way that everyone seems to be able to do and so something's wrong with me and I don't like myself" when it comes to riz is actually like no! I have literally no problems or praises for myself personally. I don't stand outside of my own self and judge it. it's phrased as "other people will eventually find someone more important to them than you" rather than centering it on his self-perception. he doesn't know why he doesn't have the best social life on earth even though he's not afraid at all to talk to other people. every time he sees himself in someone else's actions or behaviour he gets startled by it. his latest epilogue is realizing seemingly for the first time that he's not just an agent of causes but an actual character. he's my hero and I want to be him when I grow up

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[gimpwithoutorgans]

Armand and Louis really could’ve had it all if everyone was 60% less traumatized and mentally ill. Imagine being Louis, taking in the exquisite romantic beauty of 1940s Paris. Heartbroken and feeling lost. When out of nowhere, a beautiful angel with a boyish face materializes out of the shadows and sweeps you off your feet. You spend nights walking around the city together. Paris is bubbling over with life and culture and you have a personal tour guide to give you it’s entire history. What does it mean to be a black gay vampire in this world? You’ve never really had a chance to take a breath, look in the mirror, and ask yourself “What do I want for myself?” You decide you want to be dominant in the bedroom because being in control makes you feel safe and you have someone completely willing to give you submission. For Armand, he could experience a dynamic where his submission isn’t used as a tool to harm and break him. The more they learn about each other the more they understand about themselves.

Maybe Armand was never going to be THE biggest love of Louis’ life but their love could’ve been PASSIONATE and REAL and HEALING. For both of them! Even if they eventually parted ways. It would be an experience they could look back fondly on. Or maybe even revisit sporadically over the decades! Imagine having that type of intense friendship and intimate connection with someone! A relationship not bogged down by a twisted sense of ownership or obligation or desperation. Only CHOOSING to come together whenever it feels right for both of them. Whether strictly platonic or something more. No matter how long or far apart, choosing to be a safe place for one another.

Unfortunately Armand has more mental illnesses than exist in the DSM 5 :/. Also the coven :/. Also he doesn’t really love or respect himself :/ Also the ghost of Lestat hovered over both of them like a foreboding cloud:/

[flashthescalesian-art]

Fox is a dog person while Thorn is a cat person, I don’t make the rules.

[hypermascbishounen]

There's a deep irony in Berserk being so admired by people who really really hate what Berserk is about on an emotional level, but especially when writers want to take influence from it. Because Berserk is very strong thematically, and someone who can't acknowledge subtext is going to whiff on emulating anything good.

[the-drowsy-captains-art]

Guess who went a little overboard for the heist one-shot they get to play this week! Meet Jangle, the goblin bard college of Glamour who performs by aerial instead of instrument. (he/him/hole)

[kay9leo]

At First Glance Part III

Fanfic Inspired by: https://www.tumblr.com/eternalremorse/751163260305342464/seb-x-mc-coded?source=share

1.1K+ words

Chapter 2 <<<||| Chapter 3 |||>>>Chapter 4

...At Feldcroft

The Feldcroft home visit went worse than Sebastian expected.

Not only was his uncle rude to him and rash when he destroyed the shivelfig he brought for Anne, Solomon completely embarrassed him in front of his best friend. Anger and shame filled him like never before and he found himself leaving the house before he could make things worse.

Since that’s all he could do when he went home apparently.

Sebastian kicked a few weeds here and there, walking away from that house he was forced to call home since he was six. He hated his uncle. He hated it here.  He hated the fact that he told MC to give him a moment when she went looking for him. He could only watch from the corner of his eyes as she nodded back with an “okay” before she made her way back to his uncle’s house where hopefully Anne could do damage control.

Because apparently all he could do was cause chaos whenever he came home.

And all he could hope for was that MC would still be friends with him after this embarrassing episode. The last thing he wanted her to see him was weak as he held back his tears from the angry and hurt he felt whenever his uncle would act like this.

Then when she came up to talk to him, it seemed as if his worries were for nought. She was worried for him. While he had to explain how Solomon was like this all the time, how he was the only one who still seem to care to try to find a cure for his sister or at least make her current state better, MC never saw him as less, glanced at him as a misfit that everyone –even Ominis– did.

MC saw him as himself.

As a brother trying to save his sister.

Sebastian wasn’t hesitant to take her to the place where it all happened. Hoping that maybe she would be able to find something he couldn’t before. Nor was he hesitant to attack when he spotted Ranrok’s loyalists.

The two quickly shifted into their dueling stance when they partnered up, knowing this time there was something bigger to lose than pride here. It was here that Sebastian could finally let out all his frustration, his hurt, his anger at the very beings that caused his life to spiral downwards since Anne was cursed.

He tried to keep his best friend close to him, but soon the number overwhelmed them and they were split. Emotions powered his magic.

Sebastian wasn’t going to lose another loved one here. Not again.

It was here where he was also reminded who he was fighting with as he saw her Ancient Magic be put on display when he took down the last of his attackers that surrounded him.

MC’s eyes glowed a bright blue as she called down lighting on the commander who refused to yield, like some goddess out of a story book. The goblin commander still stood and continued to fight, but Sebastian saw that lighting blue flash of light again –the same one from he saw during that troll fight– strike the red-glowing goblin commander. He glowed purple.

A blink later, he was gone.

Nothing but ash in his place.

So awed by her display of god-like power this time around, he didn’t even notice the goblin behind her until she was wacked in the head with a frying pan and collapsed.

While Sebastian didn’t have god-like power, he had enough magic in him, enough anger to confringo the menace to death before he ran to his friend, hoping he wasn’t too late.

“Please be alive, please be alive –oh thank th’gods ye’re still breathing!” He heard himself say as he rolled her onto her back. There was a goose-egg swell that already started to develop on the side of her head.

It was a heavy reminder that for as much of a goddess in human form MC was with her Ancient Magic powers, at the end of the day, she was still human.

MC could still be killed.

Sebastian didn’t know what to do other than hold her, watch her breathe as a reminder that she was still alive. It wasn’t until she woke up that he felt all the tension leave his body like a ghost no longer processing him.

“Se-Sebastian?” She said as she opened her eyes, blinking at him.

“I’m here. How are you feeling darling?” He sniffed, never more grateful than the fact that she was alive.

That she was still here.

Sebastian didn’t lose her.

“I feel like I got wacked with a pan.” She groaned. Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh, the nerves finally getting to him.

“Good tae see that you’re still up tae make jokes. And tae remember what happened.” He said as he gave her space to slowly sit up, arms ever ready to catch her in case she fell.

“If I’m doing down, I’m– shite. Sebastian are you okay?” She said.

“A’m fine. Why dae ye ask?” He said, unable to stop the Scots accent from slipping into his posh English speech anymore.

MC frowned as she placed her hand on his cheek and wiped the tears he didn’t realize was there. “You’re crying.”

Sebastian couldn’t help himself as he pulled her in for a hug, inhaling her citrus orange perfume in, listening to her heartbeat as he laid his head against her chest. Listening to her breathe.

It was the most wonderful sound in the world.

“Ah thought ye died.” He cried as he broken down.

Her arms surrounded him, rocking him as if he was a little boy. Holding him like the six-year-old boy in him needed when his parents died.

She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive. He thought with each breath as she rubbed his back, soothing away a nightmare he didn’t want to re-live through again.

Never again.

…

Chapter 2 <<<||| Chapter 3 ||| >>> Chapter 4

[maria-aegyptiaca2]

The substance was Not Good and maybe even Bad…

[fox-teeth]

Hello LOTS and LOTS of new followers! I see that my comic “Fantasy is a Metaphor for the Human Condition” has had a big surge of activity again. I made that comic back in 2018 and while my life looks different now, I’m really touched by what a journey that comic has had around the internet and all the myriad ways people have found meaning in it.

Anyways, did you know that there’s a print edition of that comic available? It’s part of a collection called Brain Damage Comix that collects many of the autobiographical comics I did while experiencing the worst of the PCS, including some stuff that will likely never make it online. I even printed a new three-color risograph edition last year! Currently available in here my Ko-Fi shop.

[doublegoblin]

So I just reached a story event that had a very funny outcome. Given the spoiler nature it's under the cut~

It's day 29 and the Ariral spawns at Papa and is heading toward the base. I grab my camera out because I want to get a photo or two of it, like I know it's cloaked and so it very well might not show up, but for recording purposes I had to.

I'm watching the radar and it finally gets close. It looked like it was near the garage so I open that up and back up a bit...nothing...well other than the mannequin who was just lurking.

I close the door and head back inside, knowing there was only 1 other entrance I go to the front hall, and sure enough the door is now unlocked. So I throw it open and back the hell up as the Ariral looms in the doorway. They get close to me, like, inches. Staying in some kind of character I just freeze.

The Ariral grabs the camera from my hands

And beans me right in the head.

I stay on the ground crouched.

They are still for a moment.

Then they rush over and push me down onto the ground before booking it out of the base, I hear the door open and close behind them.

God I love this game.

[nyan-bynary]

Also ppl who like geto but shit on his jjk0 looks and personality are WEAK and will not survive the winter

[indigodawns]

also i know i ask this every so often but does anyone have any kdrama recs that are a bit more plot heavy or that have leads with great chemistry? 👀

[bergameow]

gnome in duck boots