#bc thats suddenly a thing?

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[nyatbinary-81]

@vulpixisananimal

[Soothing Restful Song]

[You hear a bell. Chiming, tolling, calling your name.]

[parksrway]

multiple times now I've seen people genuinely claim that the solution to aphobia is for asexual and aromantic people to stop talking about their asexuality and aromanticism. if you think like this you need to be put in a meat grinder like actually

[skunkes]

[ciderjacks]

We should rename adhd to “horrible fuckshit hell disorder” HFHD for short. Who’s with me.

[petrichorium]

pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏

warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!

he dreams about her.

it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.

and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.

she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.

her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.

he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.

she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.

but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.

it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.

his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.

you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?

but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.

he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.

he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.

[skitskatdacat63]

His bullfighting days aren't over quite yet.

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[puhpandas]

thinking about how bad the elevator would be for Gregory if he didnt cut it. like all of the sudden your friend is randomly in the place that tried to kill you that's very dangerous searching for you when you never called her and arent even there and you spend all night working tirelessly to contact her while the thing tricking her is blocking out your signals. then finally you get ahold of her after watching her almost get hurt a thousand times and tell her the truth and promise to guide her out and you keep that promise, but then that thing uses your voice to trick her again and make her think that YOU (presumably) killed her. and this is after you already lost your entire life before this point and built a new one but your parents are dead and any siblings you might have had along with them and at least one of your friends died at your own hands already. imagine what he was going through in that moment after the elevator crashed

[x1702x]

*lits cig* i cant lie chief, i bring a

"Soulsborne games arent non-accesible, its just that most of them are over a decade old and are products of its time, having worn down as games improve and grow but are still beloved even when they feel dated, and even if they dont add pause buttons, easy mode (theres literally only one mode and its in your hands to make it easier or harder) or non aggro modes its still a good game, its just that these are supposed to be challenging games and are loved for it. Not every game will hold your hand and do a long tutorial (Elden Ring was the first of its kind to add a throughout tutorial area!) and thats fine. These games can exist outside your niche and comfort area, they just arent for you, and thats okay. As a friend said, to change core aspects of the game is to change what the game is, a challenge. If you want the experience, theres tons of 100% walkthroughs with and or without commentary you can watch and enjoy easily to partake in it. You can partake in the fandom and not play the games too."

to the "Add a pause button, add an easy mode, add a non aggro mode" conversation that the "Soulsborne fandom is full of assholes (You wont find kind people if you come from a place of anger and spite)" people dont like

[jennilah]

chrome was like "aw.... ublock origin doesnt work anymore.... aint that so sad..."

im stubborn but i saw the utterly unusable vanilla internet for all of 1 minute before i moved all my bookmarks to firefox and resumed there. go fuck yourself ♥

[acekindaneat]

sketch dump!

got a new tablet so these are all just me testing brushes and settings 👍

[arsenicflame]

(in general, removed from any specific au's where he needs to swim/not swim for Plot)

(personally, i think my stance is that he has some ability to keep himself afloat in calmer waters- on the shore or in a pool- but not in the way where its a particular skill. hes spend enough time dicking around in the shallows with Jack & Sam & Ed to know how to handle himself in water where he cant consistently reach the bottom, to feel comfortable cooling off by a waterfall, but is also keenly aware that if he goes overboard, even in relatively calm waters, being able to swim isnt going to do anything to save his life if a dinghy isnt sent. hes not gonna drown the second he's in the ocean or anything, but hes screwed if the waters a little too rough or its late or a raid and it isnt noticed before the ships a way away.)

[thepromisedbride]

i don’t talk about bridgerton on here but just to clarify. i will not be having ANY eloise hate on this account. i will bite.

[greywardenmonkey]

"people say veilguard isnt dark fantasy well what about dmetas crossing or weisshaupt or the hossberg wetlands" bro doesnt know the difference between dark and horror

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando Alonso × Unconventional Drinking Implements

[jettorii]

being obsessed with a fictional character is so fun bc.. i can just endlessly draw tk art n write scenarios of them hueheuheue