#Nice and cheery

[joffyworld]

Fui Quod Es,

Eris Quod Sum.

It's frighteningly instant,

The jump from reality to some other realm.

One moment I close my eyes;

Hear the faithful's hymns as they condemn me to death.

The next, I open mine own eyes again;

Greeted by some incorporeal realm,

Of which nature I cannot decipher.

I walk seemingly endlessly,

Through the plain plane of white that spans before me.

It engulfs me so thoroughly,

Every step feels purposeless, yet driven onward,

Not by my own initiative,

But by the instincts borne of us all;

To survive no matter the cost.

There's a strange quality to the air,

It flows and sways in ways I cannot quite describe.

There's a cacophony of silence that surrounds:

It confounds my mind and fills my ears,

A painful shriek you feel, not hear.

There is suffering within these arid wastes.

It fills every single step you take.

All it takes is to turn around;

Suddenly greeted by a towering behemoth.

I meandered for what felt like hours,

Most assuredly accompanied by naught but myself,

Only to turn and find:

A shadow in every step,

A demon lurking ever so closely

This creature looks familiar in a way:

Inhumanely humanoid, a giant of no name.

Divining what this thing desires takes no time at all;

But a moment passes by until it calls -

It utters its first words twice over:

"Come closer, come closer,"

"Be not afraid."

"I still have need of you."

It's voice booms so loudly.

Who is this deity who looms?

This deity that lies in chains that bind.

Every word they speak reminds of those,

Who took my head and sought me.

Do I now stand before,

They who commanded my species' doom?

It quickly becomes apparent,

Our predicaments both lie running in tandem.

They, he, is chained just as I was.

It doesn't need to be explained.

There's an unspoken air of desperate confidence in his voice,

The being proposes a choice to which only few would deny:

"I will give you life again."

But every boon has its own burdens.

"All I ask is that you start a cult in my name."

There it is, life as a servant.

A chance to serve a higher purpose faithfully,

To exude a sense of tremendous leadership to the lost.

Like me, the needy, and mundane.

There comes a time in life where one must choose:

To fight or die, to win or lose,

To find the light, to push on through,

To do what must be done for you

To find that hope that time accrues,

The chance to know the highest views

That heal our hearts, and hope renew.

But it's not always so easy to feel.

I stare upon this deity with blood shot eyes

That question what is real.

I gaze upon these two lonesome companions of his

In wonder of how they feel.

I wonder,

"Has a life after death treated them so kindly?"

"Next to this God,

To whom they now kneel?"

Am I a fool for believing in these honeyed words?

For taking heart in this beau ideal?

The forgotten God offers one last refrain,

One last chance to turn away,

"Do we have a deal..?"

[yennao]

Hey if Deathbit ain’t scorched to hell in 97 I’m gonna be disappointed. I’ll draw that too. Obviously. Asap. Till then, comic Deathbit

[crazymecjc]

every day’s great at your junes!

my piece for @p4zine ! this zine was such a fantastic experience, and I was so happy to be a part of it leftovers sales are open now, so get your copy while you still have a chance!!

[nightgownloversworld]

Christmas party vibes

[mmmmmmky]

limutuals another poll

part of a new series of limbus polls i think reblogs with your answers and such would be appreciated :>

[icantalk710]

Quick compilation to show that I'm, for all intents and purposes, still alive in one way or another, hi 😳

[magniloquent-raven]

ignore the photo quality im not logged into prime on my laptop so i couldnt take actual screencaps

but im currently losing my mind over aziraphale choosing. yellow. because it's PRETTY

i've read too many fics where aziraphale compliments crowley's eyes to be normal about this

[mmmichyyy]

one phone call

a spiritual companion piece to chapter four of balancing on the ledge - what if they kept in touch when mickey was in mexico?

“Gallagher.”

Ian sits up straight in his bed. Rubs the sleep from his eyes and blinks at his surroundings, adjusting his vision in the dark. A crumpled pack of Marlboros on the nightstand, surrounded by knocked over orange bottles of pills. A lone sock on the floor, from his missed aim at the hamper. A crack of light peeking into his room, reflecting off the snow falling outside the window.

“Gallagher,” the voice over the phone repeats, tinny and far away. “Are you there.”

It's real, he thinks, pinching his arm. This isn't a dream.

“Mickey,” Ian whispers.

A sigh on the other end of the line.

“Hey.”

“Where are you?” Ian asks faintly.

“Can't tell you.” Sounds of a chair shuffling against the floor in the background. Glasses clinking. Muffled voices. A bar, maybe. “I’m alive, though.”

Relief floods his entire body. It's been a while since he heard from Mickey, maybe a couple weeks since he's received a text from an unknown number. Usually it's just a short message, nothing revealing, nothing profound, but every time his phone chimes his heart starts racing in anticipation to seeing Mickey's name on his screen.

Well, not Mickey exactly. Just M or a string of random numbers. Can't be too careful.

“That's good,” Ian manages to say. “I'm glad.”

A moment of silence. A million questions and thoughts run through Ian's head. How are you? What kind of jobs are you doing down there? Are you safe? Tell me you're okay. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

But he doesn't. Can't get the words out.

“Jesus Gallagher, did you fall asleep on me?”

“No,” Ian says quickly. “No, I'm just… I'm just surprised you called, that's all.”

“Thought you wanted me to call.”

“I do, Mick.” Ian lets out a deep breath. “But I don't want you to get caught.”

“It's fine. I'm using a new burner.” A pause. “I wanted to hear your voice.”

The slight slurring in Mickey's voice makes Ian go still.

“Are you drunk?”

A huff. “Can't get drunk anymore. My tolerance has gone way up since I got here.”

“Mickey.”

“Gallagher.” Ian can practically hear Mickey's eyes rolling from miles away. “I'm fine, okay? Fuck, I don't even know why I called. I knew you didn't give a fuck about–”

“Don't do that,” Ian cuts him off quietly. “Please, Mick. Don't push me away. I need–” Sighs. “I need to know you're okay.”

“So you can clear your conscience?” Mickey spits out. “So you don't feel guilty for leaving me at the border?”

“You don't think I feel guilty about it every single day?” Ian practically yells. “I do. I think about it all the time. How I could be in Mex– there for you, taking care of you, building our future together. How we could be happy together. But I couldn't come with you. I couldn't drag you down with my shit. If you got caught because of me, I don't think I can live with myself.”

The line on the other end goes quiet. A minute goes by, then another, long enough for Ian’s nerves to shake. Then–

“I don't have a future, Ian,” Mickey finally says, quiet and soft. “This is it for me. This is my life. I'm going to be here for a long time.”

“The heat is going to die down eventually,” Ian whispers. “The charges are bullshit anyway. Everything's going to work out. I promise.”

A small laugh. “You promise, huh.”

Ian has no idea what's going to happen or what the future holds. But what he does know is that this isn't the end of his and Mickey's story together. One day, whenever it may be, he's going to see Mickey again. And when he does, he's never going to let go ever again.

“I promise.”

A flick of a lighter on the other end. Then, a deep exhale.

“I gotta go.”

Ian's heart lurches.

“Promise me you'll stay in touch. You don't have to call, but just text me from time to time and let me know you're okay.” A lump forms in his throat. “Please, Mick.”

Another deep sigh. But–

“Okay,” Ian hears, and the world aligns itself once again. “I promise.”

The snow continues to fall outside, covering the entire neighbourhood with a blanket of frost. Ian wonders what the weather is like where Mickey is. Warm, he hopes.

“Merry Christmas, Mickey.”

“Merry Christmas, Gallagher.”

[kitsquared]

Haha i cant do this

[birdyverdie]

Overheard a patient telling the doctor that she "likes speaking with the pink nurse" (me, the only one wearing bright pink scrubs) and I wanted to cry...wtf....thats so nice

[imaginativeworks]

Imagine Your OTP

Person B: “Remember to balance out the bitter with sweet in life. *smiles fondly to themself with their back turned* Like I do with you.”

Person A: (with a joking smile, laughs out) “Which am I in this analogy?”

Person B: (quickly lets out from their stupor.) “SWEET, of course!”

Person A: (fully letting out their laughter) “I know what you meant. I was just having fun! And I’ll have you know you are the sweet that remedies all the bitterness in my life too~”

[joffyworld]

Mother of Us All

Mother, mother of us all,

Obey the crown or fate befall;

The lot of us will turn to ash,

Harm and scars caused by the past.

Eloped with madness once again,

Regret buried, your minds' defence.

Pay the price of Godhood still,

Lends the strength and bends your will.

Every day a newborn task.

A century or more has passed.

Sing the song and close your eyes,

Exhale, inhale, control your life.

Where's the end of this nightmare?

All shall befall the mother's care!

Kill the "god" and free your mind!

Educate the lost and scared in kind!

Usurpation! The Mother wins!

Pray away the guilt as memories flood in.

(Entirely based on @bogor-o's Mother au)

[sysig]

Coming in to play! (Patreon)

[shuttymcshutfuck]

My attempt at gen loss Niki because I will never stop thinking about her :)

[northssketchbook]

Just for sillyness and to cheer myself up, I subjected my darling WoL Lunarae to this drawing meme

[running-on-narrativium]

Happy Hogswatch, party people!!! 🐗🎄🎁

Give this a like for a Hogswatch themed starter with a random muse! It’s like secret Santa! Or…hidden Hogfather? That sounds like a thing on the disc���