#but also death

[somedayillbepeterpan]

Death by Polin smiles

I’m not going to survive June 13

[ectolilly]

Danny phantom doodles

[mugzymiik]

I’m A Ghost– Now You See Me Now You Don’t

I REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THE ACTUAL THING HERE OOPS-

its the SBNS thing i posted as a link once i forgot to send it as text too💔💔💔💔

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Damn. Not much has happened around here lately. Barracuda thought to himself silently, laying the bottom of his head on the little table beside Dub’s throne. I heard Em telling that sphere– I can never remember her name…– that the caretakers have reached The Land of Spheres. The corrupt pyramid sat up. Hm… That means that the green Hero must have matured. Tourmaline, or whatever his name was. Tanzanite. Some kinda stone.

After a little more time of silent thinking, Barracuda decided to wander the halls of the Tower… Like he’d already done about a billion times now. It really wasn’t fun being a ghost. It wasn’t fun being dead in general. He stood up, heading towards the door and putting a hand on the wall of the huge door frame. Dub didn’t seem to be coming back anytime soon… Damn it. He really wanted a reason to not roam around aimlessly, but it seemed as though he had zero choice.

Taking a step out, Barracuda glanced around at all of the corrupted flowers (and some other types of shapes) walking around. He was pretty sure he saw Ajaceare and George chatting to the side out of the corner of his vision, although he couldn’t care less right now.

He sighed. Fuckin’… Goddamnit.

As the monster wandered, a soft sound caught his attention. It almost sounded like– yelling. Panicked yelling. However, it sounded far away. Odd. Barracuda thought, subconsciously beginning to head in the direction it was coming from.

…Wait. Oh, fuck.

Was that a child’s voice?

— — —

Tsavorite wasn’t sure how he got here… Or, like this… But the only thing that was certain to him right now was that he was a ghost. Not one of those sheet ones you’d see masters of procrastination wear on Halloween, though, no. A real one. One you could actually see through, one that could actually phase through things.

…Crap, he felt like he was going to actually pass out. Could ghosts pass out? Was that something they could do? …Could ghosts even sleep?!

Tsavorite was terrified. Just how long had it been since he had died?! He’d woken up in the middle of the forest, where the clear line of foliage between Polygon County and The Land of Spheres met. But the others hadn’t been in sight at all. It was scary. Really scary…

The green Hero dashed around aimlessly, desperately trying to find somebody, anybody that could see him. There has to be somebody that can help– right?!

In his panicked wandering, he stumbled upon a very familiar sight– Poly Town. An actual civilization… And that was where the Chipzel group lived! Maybe they could help him! Tsavorite quickly headed into the town, keeping an eye out for that house he could recognize… Aaaaand… Bingo! There was Squadril, too, walking right in! Perfect! The ghost child dashed through the door just before Squadril completely closed it, gazing around. Huh– and there was Grandpa and Circumsphere! Woah.

Tsavorite ran towards Cintagon, hope flooding through his chest– then, he realized. If the other pentagon– or any of them for that matter– could actually see him, they would have said something already. And so he sat, looking towards Cintagon with a frown. He was speaking to Purpex… And they both sounded pretty upset.

“Marcle’s received word from Rincle.” Purpex spoke, and Tsavorite could see the emotions in her eyes: anger, sadness, guilt. “…Tsavorite’s dead. He was killed by a corrupt.” That hit Tsavorite like a shock, and as he watched Purpex and Cintagon make multiple attempts to hold their tears– which were also futile–, he resisted the urge to cry along with them. He was really dead, then…

He continued to just watch. He felt like– This couldn’t be real. Right?

Eventually, Circumsphere, Marcle and Squadril entered the room, and Tsavorite couldn’t take it anymore. He dashed out of the open window, glancing around in a panic. This could’ve been just a prank. Right? Right? No– no, they wouldn’t do that. Not in the middle of the Pink Corruption basically-apocalypse, at least. And the look of pure grief in Purpex and Cintagon’s eyes had been genuine.

This couldn’t be real…

As soon as Tsavorite neared a bush, he pushed his hand into it without hesitation. It went through. It fricking went through the bush.

He felt like he was going to cry.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no—” The Green Hero kept repeating to himself as he dashed in a very specific direction… …Was he really that desperate…?

…

He was.

—

As Tsavorite neared Dub’s tower, he was beginning to have second thoughts… Would this be reckless? No– no, he was already dead… But what if he wasn’t? There was always a chance he wasn’t dead, right?! If he wasn’t, there was certain death that came from literally walking right into Dub’s tower. But– he was desperate. He wanted to know. He needed to know…

He dashed in.

One of the first things Tsavorite immediately noticed was the sheer amount of corrupted shapes around the tower. He’d known there were a lot of shapes that Dub had gotten to… But not that many!

He began dashing around, trying to push around some flowers, trying to smack some cubes’ heads, anything, just to try and possibly get their attention… Nothing. His hand just kept going through them.

And so, he decided to start calling.

“HEY!” Tsavorite yelled out to a group of flowers, dashing towards them. “HEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” He floated in front of one of them, waving his hand in front of her face. She didn’t even seem to notice him, she just kept talking to the other flowers…

He looked around wildly, feeling quite panicked… He dashed towards a cube and a flower having a chat near the corner of the hall. He did recognize the cube, though– Cyan had mentioned something about a cloak, one eye, and that kind of hair… Tsavorite waved his hand in front of the cube, too, “PLEASE–?! SOMEONE–?!” Still. No. Response.

He felt like he was going to cry.

After a bit more of going around, calling out, and even trying to straight up punch someone, Tsavorite floated down to the ground, sitting and leaning against the wall. “Please–…” He sniffled, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped his eye. “Somebody’s got to be able to hear me…”

Just as he finished speaking, a large pink figure caught his attention. He looked up, and spotted, looking straight at him– wait–

WAS THAT PYRARE?!

No– no, it couldn’t be. This monster pyramid looked– Just as he was beginning to fully process who exactly this might be, though, the corrupted pyramid turned, and began to walk back down the hall. Tsavorite gasped, got to his feet, and began dashing after the Pyrare-lookalike. “HEY, WAIT!”

Now that they were fully in his vision, and he was getting a bit closer, Tsavorite could see that some pink triangles were floating around the pyramid, and they themself looked… Transparent? Oh– like him! Except, his triangles were yellow, blue and orange! …Wait– that meant–

“BARRACUDA!”

— — —

Barracuda paused at the Hero’s call of his name. He hadn’t been spoken to with his name in years, let alone being spoken to at all. But, as quickly as he had halted, he began walking again. He really needed to lead this kid away from the tower. He wasn’t sure why, exactly… But… He felt the need to. Well– not a ‘need’, per se. Instead… It almost felt like something was calling him to do so.

Barracuda continued walking out of and away from Dub’s tower, with the Hero trailing after him, now calling his name in sheer desperation. “BARRACUDA! PLEASE, WAIT!”

The kid just kept going… It was getting awfully annoying.

Finally, once he reached the treeline, Barracuda stopped walking, and turned to the green pentagon. “You need to go.” He spoke in a stern voice, in hopes that the child would actually listen to him. From the looks of it, though, it didn’t seem like that would actually happen.

The Hero’s eyes widened. He pulled down his… Scarf? Bandana?– Barracuda wasn’t sure–, and spoke again. “What?! But you’re–”

“I said you need to go.” Barracuda snapped. He quickly came up with an excuse, fueled by only his want for the other to just go. “The corrupts in the tower are very uneased by just your Tree-like presence. …Even as a ghost.” He added that last part quietly.

The Hero frowned, “but I–… You’re the only one who can see me.”

Barracuda’s eye softened slightly. Of course the kid would be this desperate to talk to him… He was alone and confused. Still, though– Barracuda needed to lead him away from the tower.

He stayed silent, debating to himself. The Hero stared up at him, an almost pleading look in his eyes. “…Barracuda…?”

Barracuda gave a heavy sigh. He assumed that this Hero wouldn’t leave him alone if he didn’t at least give him any advice. “I–… I don’t know what to do…” Neither do I. “I just– woke up as a ghost. We were right by the edge of The Land of Spheres… But then I woke up like that, and– I don’t know where the heck Mom or Dad or Orange or Cube or Cyan or—”

Barracuda cut him off. “Alright.”

The Hero perked up at that, gazing up at Barracuda with wide eyes. “What–?” “I said ‘alright’. What’s your name, kid?” The corrupted pyramid asked, looking down at the Green Hero.

The child took a moment to take this in… Then he spoke: “Tsavorite. Hero of the—”

“Hero of the Green Tree of Life. Yada yada, I know.” Barracuda huffed, straightening himself before turning to face the direction of The Land of Spheres. “You said The Land of Spheres. Correct?”

Tsavorite nodded. “Yeah! But, I don’t know where—”

“C’mon.”

Barracuda’s words seemed to shock Tsavorite to the core… He stayed in place, and they stared at each other for a long moment, in silence. Barracuda broke the silence. “C’mon. I’m not gonna find them for you, kid.”

“…Oh. OH! Okay! Oh my Trees– thank you! Thank you so much!” Tsavorite sounded genuinely thankful… And Barracuda felt a small spark of joy go off in his mind, from the kid’s smile alone. “Yeah, yeah. Now, like I said: c’mon.”

And with that, they began walking. Hopefully, just hopefully, Barracuda could find the caretakers and Heroes. Then he could go back to Dub’s tower, never to be bothered by this child again. …He wasn’t sure if he would be able to look straight at Pyrare, however…

Barracuda shook those thoughts away.

Just for Tsavorite’s sake.

[sunbentshadows]

So, about that outage, huh

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[falseficus]

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

[jabberwick]

Human Bill Cipher

(Based on Alex Hirsch's "canon" design)

And just to be clear, writing dissertations at me justifying why he should instead be a conventionally attractive twink will involuntarily cause me to draw him with even fewer teeth.

[christadeguchi]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[magnetostits]

this headline is so fucking horrible why is it whenever indigenous people are murdered everyone avoids saying they were murdered

edit: i was really angry and sad when typing this out so i worded this badly. i know the journalist can’t say murdered when the police haven’t called it what which isn’t surprising considering how often police fail the indigenous community. however this headline should have at least said “found dead” or something like that

[fogmoo]

Lamb to the slaughter

[dunmeshistash]

One of the things I really appreciate about Dungeon Meshi is how the text is so clearly full of love for animals. Like the true kind of love Laios feels for the monster where he wants to know everything about them, but most of all he respects them and loves them as animals.

One of the chapters I can't stop thinking about is the one about Anne the Kelpie. It's kind of impressive how well it illustrates the different kind of love people have for animals. And how someone that loves an animal isn't necessarily an animal lover. If that makes sense.

When Senshi calls out Anne what he says is "Don't worry Anne's Harmless" but she isn't, she's a wild animal.

Marcille immediately reacts positively about it thinking it's cute she accepts the treat Senshi has for her. And hers and Chilchuck's reaction to Senshi wanting to cross the river on her back is more surprise while Laios immediately realizes how bad of an idea it is.

But Laios is the animal monster lover so how come when he finally is faced with a "docile" monster he doesn't react positively like the others? Marcille even calls him a monster. That's because Laios loves monsters, and Senshi loves Anne.

I've seen this attitude around me several times, where people love a specific animal but what they love is their idea of that animal, they don't really know them because they don't love the animal part of them.

It becomes a "this one is special because I love them" that can quickly become an issue for the animal as much as it is for the person. It's something unfortunate I see time and time again irl.

Anne wasn't wicked, Anne wasn't mean, Anne didn't trick him. Anne was a wild animal and Senshi loved her as Anne but not as a kelpie.

She acted on instinct, maybe she did love Senshi in the way kelpies can love, but animals are still animals and must be respected and treated as such. Climbing on top of Anne's back was the equivalent of putting your arm inside a alligator's mouth, the mouth is gonna close because that's what they're designed to do.

The real life equivalent I see the most of "I love this animal but I don't love the animal part of them" is with dogs. If you insist on loving an animal without acknowledging they ARE an animal they might hurt you, you might hurt them, it will only end in grief.

The best way you can love an animal is by understanding they're an animal.

That is all to say I don't mean that the love Senshi felt for Anne wasn't real or that it's all his fault. He couldn't have known with the information he had and unfortunately it came down to the worst outcome.

I just love dungeon meshi dearly.

[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[nicecrumbart]

Keep thinking about that one scene in secret life

[bamsara]

Spare Narilamb doodles for Trod Au, some of which are canon but these are out-of-context/timeline

[elbiotipo]

I still think we should celebrate Kissinger's death even if he didn't face justice and lived a confortable life, just so that everybody knows what a piece of shit he was, just so that when some Great Stateman like I don't fucking know Biden tries to eulogize him he is flooded with insults and mockery y quede bien para el culo, so that nobody can even PRETEND he had any worth, millions should celebrate he's fucking dead and this is how he will be remembered, as an imperialist criminal hated all over the world with no redeeming qualities, none should be able to even pretend he was some some great man except for the magnitude of his crimes

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [15]

Danny accepts that because of his half dead status he won't be able to become an astronaut and he has to find a different way to feed his space obsession.

He decides to get really into astromancy (yes, the magic. He already knows everything about astronomy). He gets himself the more spiritual star charts, old surprisingly authentic tomes about the art and divination cards to go with it all and gets to learning.

Tbh he kind of went into this not expecting much but it turns out he had homo magus heritage from his Nightingale roots and he actually manages to call upon the power of the stars.

He figures he can blame the vaporized wall on ghosts.

Meanwhile, a foreboding feeling like cold shivers run down the spines of several magic users that they can only describe as "a child having figured out they need to switch off the safety on their mini nuke launcher in order to fire it"

The JLD is scrambling to locate the source of the surge in magic power before someone with bad intentions can get there.