#Reality makes me sick

[maipareshaan]

Hmm should i watch the amber johnn trial hmm

[lcvalia]

you ever miss your s/o so much you start bawling randomly by just listening to songs that remind you of them ☹

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[lotus-pear]

rewatched madoka magica again today bc i fucking hate myself and to absolutely no one’s surprise i went through all five stages of grief in a single evening

[itsmeezra]

actually can we talk about how truly doomed by the narrative Jayce and Viktor are?

Jayce would’ve died in that snowstorm as a child had the mage (who we later learn IS Viktor through some time and space foolery) not intervened. He later would’ve killed himself had main timeline Viktor not intervened. Viktor ALSO would’ve later killed himself had Jayce not intervened.

Viktor was in fact supposed to die in the explosion, he said it himself. We see a split second frame where his spine is snapped in half, he was DEAD dead and Jayce resurrected him, only to later kill him, which is THEE big trigger event for Viktor fully becoming Herald.

in every universe where Herald Viktor exists, he turns the entire world into those robot things, Jayce included. Even when Herald Viktor survives indefinitely/reaches immortality after this, he’s alone. We’re TOLD this is not a nice solitude thing, he eventually ends up miserable about it.

hell, even in the alternate reality Ekko goes to we don’t see Jayce because the events of the main timeline don’t play out the same; he very likely did go through with killing himself. Vi died in the explosion, so Jayce would’ve stood even LESS of a chance in his trial, and honestly? Viktor prob wouldn’t have intervened here, it’s makes the arcane look even riskier and that’s a dead child from Zaun. We don’t even SEE Viktor here because hextech doesn’t exist, he never would’ve created the hexcore/a method of healing himself to the same degree and likely died to his illness by this point

the main timeline/ending we got? They die together. That’s it. All of that back and forth of the two of them dodging death, often at the hands of one saving the other, and the only ending they could’ve gotten that doesn’t doom everyone else is one where they’re both gone. No matter how the events of Arcane played out, Jayce and Viktor were always going to die, one way or another.

this makes the ending we got the ‘happiest’ ending for them btw. they chose to be together for it, while in any other option they would’ve been alone.

[afterartist]

⚠️⚠️CW BLOOD⚠️⚠️

He’s so me

[softbabyshifts]

I thought it would be funny if I told people, I'm low-key scared to shift because I keep crying when I think about my dr s/o lmao

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[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.

[admincourtneykissesgirls]

i drew (and headcanoned some of) people's courtneys. too out of it to tag the specific ppl these courtlets come from so if you see your courtlet say hi i guess? wanted to post this since i love this piece so much and i love seeing how people interpret concepts.

and a bonus featuring my own courtlet. thank you.

[caliburn-the-sword]

if i was an evil scientist i wouldn't build a doom ray or anything i would simply start giving the gift of flight to species flightless birds, one by one. the first just causes the world to be in absolute shock but delight. the second is a strange coincidence, causes a bunch of memes. after the third species the other scientists begin to think there's some kind of phenomena occurring and desperately start researching the hell out of it. once we got to 10 species of birds they're counting it down like an extinction clock. once we get to the last flightless bird everyone breathes a breath of fresh air, more so the relief that it's over than them actually finding a cause or explanation. and then i give the first species of lizard the gift of flight and the whole process starts again, effectively driving all other scientists insane

[memento-morri-writes]

writing share - body horror edition

So, the lovely, amazing @space-writes expressed interest in reading my fucked-up body horror that I wrote last night/early this morning, and who am I to deny a friend? So, here you go:

A brief bit of context: Just under two days ago, Sigmar, Rook's beloved mentor and kinda-sorta father figure, ended up being revealed as a corpse being puppeted by the BBEG, Dr. Purity. The rest of the party brutally killed him while Rook watched. (Via tooth and claw, and also a sonic shockwave from a magic guitar.) And just today, Warren, the party gunslinger, a werewolf and Rook's other kinda-sorta father figure, died (like perma-forever, never-coming-back died) in order to save Rook's life. (Or rather, in order to resurrect Rook, since he was dead at the time.) Now Rook is extremely sleep-deprived and also being affected by mind-altering parasites, two factors that are working together to give him some pretty vivid and fucked-up hallucinations.

(fair warning, this isn't written out fully to the best of my abilities because this scene hasn't happened yet. So this is just my description of what Rook will be seeing and hearing, not a full prose write-up with his internal thoughts and all that. I will almost certainly do that after next week's session, though, so let me know if you want to see that then.)

major tw for extreme gore & maybe body horror under the cut (also emotional manipulation/guilt-tripping)

Rook hears a strange sound, like clumsy, disjointed footsteps. He looks around wildly for the source, and freezes. Out of the hallway we have just come from looms a horrible sight: Sigmar’s corpse is lurching towards him, somehow propelling itself on shattered limbs. All of his joints are dislocated, giving his body a freakishly elongated appearance. His shredded clothes are soaked with blood, and every inch of his skin is covered in hundreds of claw and tooth marks, all of which are weeping blood. A web of dark black veins branch out across his face, and thick black ichor drips from his mouth. It falls to the ground, splattering onto the tile with each step.  He reaches out towards Rook with jagged, broken fingers, and says, “Rook… your friends killed me. Slaughtered me. Ripped me to pieces like wild animals.” He takes another staggering step towards Rook, who backs away, shaking. Sigmar’s face is pleading as he says, “You said you trusted me. You promised to help me.” Rook takes another stumbling step backwards, shaking his head. “No…” he mutters, “no!” Sigmar points an accusing finger at Rook, and his demeanor changes, a dark fury crossing his face. For a moment Rook can see why people fear him. “I should never have spoken to you. I should have burned down Warren’s house with you still inside. It’s what the two of you deserve.” As if on cue, another shape lurches out of the shadows of a hallway across the way. It’s Warren. His chest has been blown open, his ribs pointing in every direction, and the remains of his guts are dripping from the hole where his stomach used to be. His body is splattered in gore. He’s missing one of his hands, the arm ending in a jagged point of bone surrounded by burnt and blackened flesh. He opens his mouth to speak, revealing pointed canine teeth that clash with his human appearance. “Rook, you stupid bastard. I died for you. You.” He bares his teeth and snarls at Rook, an animalistic sound that rattles him to his core. He takes an involuntary half-step backwards. Warren scoffs in disdain. “We should have left you to rot in that fungi-infested hallway. You brought him to us.” He glares pointedly at Sigmar, then looks back to Rook. “You’re the reason those two attacked us – attacked Cherry. You’re the reason I’m dead. The reason Cherry won’t ever have a father.” Sigmar steps closer, looking Rook up and down, disgust plainly visible on his face. “Speaking of fathers, yours was right: You are a useless piece of shit.” He spits in Rook’s direction, then takes another step closer.  Across the room, Warren moves to flank him. “Traitor.” “Liar,” Sigmar adds as the two stalk closer, matching each other step for step.  The corpses lumber forwards, stumbling on broken legs until they’re so close that Rook can smell them. The awful scents of Warren’s burnt flesh and the blood soaking Sigmar’s clothes fill his nose, nauseating and overwhelming. They’re right in front of him now. He tries to shrink away, further into the corner, but to no avail. His limbs refuse to obey, and he stays frozen in place. They reach for him, one with shattered fingers, the other with a charred stump of an arm, and say in unison, “good-for-nothing”. As they do, he hears a third voice layered over the other two: his father. But he doesn’t have time to think on this, because in that moment their outstretched arms reach him, and everything goes black.

[alaynestcnes]

just remembered that the most recent official sansa chapter we have is older than sansa herself

[sillysarahsthings]

I'm a person who listens to music when drawing and it's sometimes a struggle because I get distracted super easily.

I need two drawing playlists, one that says "songs that go hard" and "songs that go TOO hard."

Because if a song is going too hard I won't draw, I'm just going to spend the next few hours imagining fake scenarios and animatics that I'll probably never actually do.

[daylightdreamers]

Been crying all day because I get way too upset when people say bad things or things that are completely wrong about my dr boyfriend

[arthurmargon]

i know we’re shifting into springtime but climate anxiety has me genuinely unsettled and nervous abt the temperature not being freezing anymore 😭 like i let out a big sigh of relief when i saw the forecast predicting snow this weekend as if i was seeing a negative pregnancy test. this is all almost exclusively ronald reagan’s fault i will not expand upon that