#WHAT is the drawback

[baejax-the-great]

A Menelaus x Paris x Helen throuple really would have solved everything and saved everyone a lot of grief

[aroaceleovaldez]

the canon examples of demigods “fading” after overexerting their powers is really interesting to me, because the ones we have are Nico, Leo, and Hazel. Nico starts becoming shadows, Leo literally becomes made of fire, and in Tyrant’s Tomb Hazel is described as her “eyes turning the color of clay” and otherwise being implied to be becoming earth.

the obvious extensions of this would be like Jason fading into wind, Will fading into light, and... Well Percy can’t really fade into water so my hc is he just gets really dehydrated and that’s part of why he kept falling asleep so much with the Curse of Achilles.

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I'm going to explain my kind of boring marine biology research to you while forgetting to not use jargon and get really sad if you don't seem interested

[earthspark-shockwaves-reduction]

...so no megatron struggling to reconcile with himself over the fact that he nearly killled twitch under mind control

[kymeraka]

pretty setter squad and the not so pretty plush abuse while i warm up

[peachfruitcake]

not really here anymore

[lovesickeros]

☆ from gold, i am undone

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, implied self harm, implied suicide attempts {☆} word count 0.9k

You weren't meant to be here.

You can feel it in the marrow of your bones– it weighs you down like heavy shackles, gold bleeding from your pores until it is all you know. The taste of ichor on your tongue, the warmth of its invasion beneath your skin, that gleam of gold that lingers in the color of your eyes like specks of dust.

You are changed, and you are whole.

But you are so unbearably broken.

A shattered piece of porcelain hastily put back together with gold to fill the cracks.

Decoration, in the end, for you are not fit to walk as "mortals" do. This gold had filled every empty crevice of your body, spilled the red into your frantic hands and made you bleed so it's callous gold could make room inside your body. It has taken from you many things, given many more, but you scratch and bite and tear until it drips onto the floor and even then it never leaves. It stains the floor no matter how hard you scrub– a permanent reminder of the sickening gold that molds you into something that used to look like you– that does look like you. Desecrated, yet so horribly divine.

All you see is a monster.

Something new, something old.

A hollowed out shell, wounds left to rot and fester until you suited the image of the Creator they bore upon statues and murals, the Creator worshiped in prayers spoken in hushed whispers and joyous chants praising your magnificence.

But what magnificence is there in detachment? What joy is there to be found in carving a God out of a human? They kneel like lambs before the shepherd, but the flock has made you– and you want to unmake them. Unweave the tapestry of their being stitch by stitch until it all falls apart and the world knows the cost of casting molten gold into the shape of a human, knows the price that has been left unpaid.

You want to take it from them. Watch them squabble and pray, blind sheep stepping into the wolf's open maw– to tear the seams of their being until the world is unwound by your heavy hands.

But you know it will not satisfy you.

Nothing does anymore.

You are no wolf. Only the shepherd who guides.

And with every drop of blood spilled, they ripped the humanity from your very bones until your body was the cast in which they made something anew– something gold, something horrific. A monster as much a God, a beast as much a man.

There is nothing left but absolute authority.

You try again and again to mend this act of desecration, to peel back the outer shell and rend the gold from your marrow– but your body cannot, will not, die. It mends itself back into place no matter how damaged, and all you feel is the uncomfortable tug of your body forcing itself to live. You cannot die, but were you ever truly alive at all?

Yet with every cycle, you know only one constant besides the thrum of golden ichor in your veins– cold.

Ice that burns, ice that spreads and festers and devours. Claws that pull you apart until the gold runs thick, teeth that burrow into your bones and rip it out from the source..eyes that witness the fall of a God with reverence– hungering, all consuming reverence.

You welcome it.

It is the first time you felt pain since you were cast into an image of a being you were not meant to be. The sting of cold upon your skin makes you shiver, your body tries to reject it, but you want to welcome it– for a brief moment that lasts only as long as it takes for you to blink, you see the glint of something familiar in the reflection of her empty eyes. Something achingly, horribly familiar– something human, all the more terrifying for it.

Even when Teyvat itself crumples like paper beneath the weight of her sins – of this desecration anew, this wretched heresy – you allow her hands to do it again. You grasp her hands in yours like chains, willing her to shackle you, willing her to pull you apart and make you whole again. To break you until the gold cannot put you back together again.

You long, each time, for those eyes like spears that lodge into your skin– burrow deep and sting deeper, making gold flow like water. You long for the biting tongue, the cutting words and those teeth like weapons– long to see the spite and anger and impure disgust aimed at the woman of silver who leads you down a hall that ends only in damnation. You follow each time like the lamb led astray by the wolf, but you do not wail in betrayal when she sinks her teeth into your throat and devours you whole.

For is it a sin if you welcome it? Has their God sinned, in the eyes of the flock, for welcoming such heresy with open arms? For allowing the wolf into their home?

Is it a sin to be broken beneath the only hands that have loved you?

Is it a sin to want to love, too, those hands and teeth stained in gold?

Then you shall be damned, you swear it. Damned, but gold no more.

For death is the closest you have ever felt to being human.

[caprigender]

every time i reread the radch trilogy i am yearning to know when mercy of kalr fell in love with breq and when it knew that it was in love with breq which i feel like are possibly different points and i just wish i could see mok working through their theory that ships love people who could be captains and just

like they had one hell of a meetcute and kalr was willing to ask (demand?) that the tyrant give it breq for a captain can you believe?! Can you fucking imagine that conversation

[echo-goes-mmm]

So we all the love the whumpee-thinks-caretaker-is-their-new-master trope but what if it's true

Caretaker who did buy whumpee, and who does wholeheartedly believes and acts like whumpee belongs to them

But damn it they take great care of their possessions. After all, cats and dogs get spoiled with treats and comfy beds and vet visits when they're sick and cuddles and a form of love

Why should a slave be any different? Especially because caretaker bought whumpee for companionship

Plus whumpee can tidy up, cook for themselves, hold a conversation, and even play games like cards or board games, and can go everywhere caretaker can

That's infinitely better than a cat or dog.

It's just such a shame their old owner was so terrible. Whumpee is so timid now, and nearly skin and bone. But that's nothing a good owner can't fix, right? The poor thing needs some proper structure and attention that's all. It's a good thing whumpee is human. It would be a lot harder to rehabilitate a rescue who can't comprehend speech.

And whumpee doesn't want to leave. Fetching files from a desk and playing checkers and occasionally cleaning the kitchen while master chatters about work is far better than being locked in a cold basement and getting beaten every day

Their new master doesn't lay a hand on them, their version of punishment is no music while doing chores, or no dessert

After all, you wouldn't hit your dog. Caretaker's new pet deserves at least that

[blueskittlesart]

what drawing tablet do you use/recommend?

I've been a wacom girlie ever since i started drawing!! currently i use a cintiq 16 but up until 2021 i was using an intuos! i love my cintiq and would NEVER go back but if you're looking for a cheaper alternative and don't think you need a screen the intuos is a really good option, my first one lasted me almost 6 years and it's also really portable so i still use my old one sometimes if I have to work outside my studio! the reason i use specifically the cintiq is because i think it emulates drawing on paper the most out of all the screen tablets ive tested. I'm actually sort of a traditional art supremacist in that I want my digital experience to be as similar to my traditional one as possible, and the cintiq's screen and pen are the most similar to a traditional drawing experience imo.

[laurelnose]

one of my team members picked up a glass bottle butt only to discover the other side was covered in slipper snails and she was like, oh, I guess I can’t throw this away, and I was like, yeah but at least glass isn’t a big deal ecologically, it’s just habitat surface now. she said, true but I was thinking of kids walking on the beach. to which I said, this is a rocky reef, who the hell is walking around barefoot?? nobody should be barefoot here. the encrusting ecosystem hungers for blood. glass bottles or no glass bottles. foregoing shoes is just ASKING to get shanked by a barnacle and contract a mycobacteria infection. in other news, today i made an unwise choice in pants, leaned against a rock for five seconds, and shredded the inside of my calf

[hella1975]

very interesting to me that the big three of the current hero gen in mha - shouto, midoriya and bakugo - are often portrayed as also being the closest in a lot of fics bc it's like. you've got shouto's two best friends as a boy with a volatile personality fuelled by his blind ambition and desperation to be the best, and a boy whose quirk destroys his body. like if you combined two of shouto's best friends you'd get touya but we're just not supposed to redeem him. okay

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

I’m not going to go on a whole rant about it here, but even though I expected it to be bullshit, Ulpianus’s kit is even more bullshit than I would’ve imagined.

For a while I used to think that it was really interesting how Skadi was committed so hard to being extremely basic, 1 block hit 1 target and hit them with really big stats, even her skills just make her hit harder, nothing fancy to it. I knew she wasn’t necessarily an amazing character, but in my mind I held her to a standard of simplicity, sure other characters have bullshit, but she hits really hard with really big numbers.

Anyway, Ulpianus his wasaaay harder with higher uptime, an aoe 6 second stun, and a fucking teleport and hits multiple targets while doing so, and that’s all on just one skill.

Granted comparing the two units isn’t really a reasonable thing to do bc they’re different subclasses with different roles, but his numbers are so goddamn big on top of his already enormous base stats for being a crusher that it feels kind of unfair

Skadi gets at the most +170% for 30 seconds

He gets +260% attack for 25 seconds on top of a bunch of other bullshit

I no longer have illusions about Skadi making up what she lacks in over the top 6 star special mechanics with her raw stats

[urboyval]

something that annoys the hell out of me is when you are given "evilish" options in an IF, but they don't offer any benefits. like if the only correct choice is choosing the good options why even put the evil options in??? why would i choose them? [especially when the game tries to shame you for choosing the evil option (YOU PUT IT THERE)]

[darklight-owl]

WAIT REAL QUICK IMPORTANT QUESTION:

Do you know that you can boost more than once? Asking because SOMEONE didn’t realize that they could until like. 4 hours into the game.

Yeah dw. I found it kind of odd that it didn't seem to have any drawbacks as far as I could see though

[sporesgalaxy]

my 20s so far have been a lot of me coming to terms with the fact that i am fully capable of romantic attraction but im just too divorcepilled for that to change anything