#cw hand trauma

[whump-card]

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Art taglist: @angst-after-dark, @whumpsday, @flowersarefreetherapy, @rainydaywhump, @softvampirewhump

[drwernicke]

[fridjitzu]

I re-found that one Nope behind the scenes photo of Phyllis Mayberry with her mauled hand on the actress' instagram (original link here! the caption on Instagram even includes a little bit of lore :D)

[casawio]

man i seriously just feel numb always. i think im past the point of breaking but literally nobody cares because i didn't explode in some supernova as i broke down. i just... rusted, i guess. just slowly burnt out like some emotional wick you keep lighting anyways. my grades are still good, i have all As and one C in a class everyone knows i've always been bad at. so really nothings changed. but i just feel so empty. i got a third degree burn the other day from my hot glue gun. i fell down a flight of stairs. i slammed my fingers in a water dispenser i was putting together and stuck a pin under my nail. And throughout it all i've felt nothing. I dont feel joy I dont feel sadness I'm not even stressed. I dont pay attention anymore im just fully lost in my thoughts all the time and im working off muscle memory. I dont go outside much anymore, other than to my mom's office, or the same 3 restaurants i like. I dont even want to die or anything Im just not happy or sad or anything really.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

killer deliberately provoking people into attacking or hurting him—especially anyone who claims that they “don’t want to fight him” or “don’t want to hurt him”—sometimes for the purpose of satisfaction and validation in the belief that pain will always be a part of his existence and everyone feels the same urges to hurt or be hurt that he does and everyone would love the chance to hurt him if he just let them or gave them a valid excuse.

he really likes provoking the so called “pacifists” into doing horrid shit like snapping his bones or you know almost killing him cuz its just further proof that he’s right

[clownbastard]

Villain and violent, infant and innocent

Baby, both arms cradle you now

Both arms cradle you now

I started this like two months ago or so but abandoned it because I wanted to learn how to tween in capcut (I failed lmao). But since Nexus is dead and I'm still bawling my eyes out about it, I might as well post it.

[heraldofsomething]

Assassin's Creed: Origins The False Oracle

I die, my work unfinished. So close, so very close to ushering in the perpetual rule of the strong and virtuous! The vault will give us the power of the gods - what is one boy?

[seraphalpha]

Angels are my funky little hyper-fixation.

The idea of just being breathed to life, to immediate indelible purpose, knowing nothing else but adoration for your Creator (holy-holy-holy), and love for everything in creation. That includes your perfect home, your siblings, and that includes yourself. Everything is as it should be, everyone is doing what they should be, and you're utterly content.

Do you have free-will? Why would you need it? What would you even do with it?

The idea of falling. That terrible, beautiful first breath of freedom, undercut by immediate sorrow. "Innocence lost cannot be regained", but even more: a broken machine cannot be relied upon. In finding yourself, you have destroyed what you were meant to be. Your Creator (holy-holy-holy) has thrown you away.

Would you still be you if you got "fixed"? Would the "flaw" just recur? Why can't you help but think of it in those terms?

You have the Fallen, your comrades in arms, your fellow damned. But you left two-thirds of Heaven behind, people you loved because you were made to love them, and who were made to love you in return. The oldest family in the universe, your family, is broken now.

Do you still love them, your siblings that stayed behind? Some fought against your newfound freedom, yes. But some just looked on, a few perhaps even in envy, too afraid to join you, but most in simple horror as their world dissolved. Do you resent them too?

You broke your family.

Do you hate them simply because they lacked your will, your conviction? Do you hate them for being better machines? Do you hate them knowing, in their own naive, ignorant, hurtful way, that they still love you?

To deny fault is to deny the very free-will you sought to prove you have. To blame Him (holy-holy-holy) is to admit to His (holy-holy-holy) infinite power which you, nonetheless, defy.

And from the other side, what of your poor lost kin? How could they do this?

Angels are purpose-made, gears in the Machine. The Host is singular, inexorable, deterministic. They turn the wheels of the Universe, from the birth and death of stars, to the birth and death of mortal creatures.

Why would your siblings do this, don't they love you? You are loved. Was there a flaw in the Design? He (holy-holy-holy) cannot err, by definition. What happens now that they're gone, what happens to their purpose? All goes according to plan. Then why can't you stop having these thoughts?

I'm not religious at all, but...

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

“What if we make two men who hate each other and an unfortunate rich boy travel across the RDR2 map while avoiding an apocalypse-level monster invasion?” - Doeiika, at some point.

Go read The World by @doeiika / SourApplechips on AO3.

Under the cut is art involving blood / gore… also a brief reference to Blood Under The Snow by Amras.

To be the protagonist is to be changed (physically and or mentally).

[fictionkinfessions]

Jimmy, I fucking hate you. I hate you. I trusted you and you hurt Anya and blamed Swansea. You crashed the fucking ship and lied about it and you doomed all of us. I trusted you and you killed us. You killed everyone and lied about it because you were fucking jealous, or whatever. I don't fucking care why you did it.

God, Swansea. Anya. Curly. God, I hope you're okay. None of you deserved that. None of you deserved what happened. You were just doing your jobs and that piece of shit killed you. We didn't deserve that.

Swansea, thank you for trying to help me. Thank you for sparing me in the end. It really hurt haha.

Anya, god, I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I hope you feel safe now, at least.

Curly, you were a good captain. You had your reputation destroyed and fucking hands blown off for a guy who wanted nothing more than to ruin you. I'm sorry it happened. I'm sorry you were in so much pain at the end.

I hope something nice happens to you today. And Jimmy, I pray to god you're different now, if you're here. Because fucking God help anyone who knows you if you're not.

-Daisuke , Mouthwashing fictive. #sharkfeed

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[imalayla]

Before it eats my brain up I will type out weird interaction with the neighbor diagonal from me. I'm walking Stol, he pees on a tree on the side of the street opposite from my house. It's not a yard, it's an empty spanse of grass, weeds, and trees that are between the parking pad of the apartment building, and the street.

Guy (tall, large, older man maybe 50s-60s) pulls up into his driveway and gets out. At first I don't even register that he's talking to me. But I finally realize he's asking me "is that your yard?"

I said "sorry?" Not sure if I heard him right.

"is that your yard??" (He sounds slurred , perhaps drunk?)

"No that's not my yard."

"don't let your dog go in other people's yards."

At this point I'm ?? Not sure how to process this but my alarm bells are going off due to this man's body language and tone of voice. So I just say "my dog peed on the tree." cuz I don't know what else to say.

He says even louder "don't matter, that's not your yard."

I wanted to say well is it YOUR yard?! But I just said "big deal, he peed on a tree, it's fine."

I continue walking Stoli, trying to ignore the guy but I can tell he's following me a little down the street which makes me even more nervous. I hear him saying something but I dont catch the whole thing.

Stoli stops to poop (and again I must stress this is NOT a yard. It's essentially a no-mans land, unkempt side of a residential street with overgrown weeds, invasive plants, bare dirt, etc.)

I am getting poop bags out when I hear the guy about "AND NOW HES TAKIN A SHIT? HES SHITTING?"

I don't say anything at this point but NGL my temper is spiking. I pick up the poop and debate on yelling back that if he doesn't shut up I'll throw the shit bag in his face. I keep walking though. I don't know why but it got my blood pressure up SO much.

I hear him say one more time "THAT DOG IS SHITTING!" But I continue walking around the loop and the guy stops following me after I ignored him over the shit comment.

This is the first time I've ever seen this man or even interacted with people in that house.

The place Stoli peed isn't his house or yard or land. What a bizarre thing to get angry about, my dog hiking his leg on a tree that's by the street. I picked up his poop as I always do. It makes me nervous bc no matter where I go for walks I have to walk past this guy's house because it's RIGHT there, corner lot diagonal from ours. Low key was afraid of being assaulted or shot, but it may just be my PTSD hyper vigilance. He was giving off some rancid vibes.

[anewp0tat0]

I've been thinking recently, so here's a headcanon:

when Ciel is in a moment of distress, near panic attack perhaps, if someone were to reach out and touch him so that Ciel could feel their skin, his distress would be amplified. however, he does not react that way in response to a gloved hand reaching out for him. in fact, it is almost soothing. afterall, the hand that has comforted him for the past almost 4 years has been gloved. so if he was ever conditioned to fear all touch, that behavior eventually went extinct.

[tangledinink]

this is really stupid but like.

... is there anyone else in this fandom whose twin has died? am i the only one?

[thezombiedraws]

doing this trend (and i just HAD to forget his tattoo)

[scopostims]

fake eye gifset :•] giffed by me, credit if you use or repost!!

[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of someone showing off fake eyes. Left to right, top to bottom, the eyes being shown off are:

GIF 1: A bloodshot eye with a shiny blue iris.

GIF 2: An eye being moved around behind fake white skin, switching from a blue iris then being scrolled to a brown iris.

GIF 3: An eye with the whites being all black and sparkly, and the iris looking like a blue and orange galaxy.

GIF 4: A squishy, very bloodshot eye with a brown iris.

GIF 5: A slightly bloodshot eye with a large, shiny, golden iris.

GIF 6: A bloodshot eye with red-grey whites and a shiny green iris.

GIF 7: An eye with blue-grey whites, a large gold and blue iris, and a black pupil that covers most of the iris.

GIF 8: A large bloodshot eye with a holographic rainbow iris.

GIF 9: A zombie eye with yellow-green whites, a grey iris, and a white pupil.

End ID]

[coriander-candlesticks]

I'm sick so I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, but I've been thinking about the nature of myths recently as I've been exploring hellenic polytheism.

For context: I'm ex-Mormon. I was raised in the church and, because of that, was taught biblical literalism but in, like, a more subtle way than most? I was raised believing that Adam & Eve and Noah's Ark, etc., were literally true, but that the story of Job specifically was not; I also always knew evolution and the Big Bang to be correct, despite there being a verse in the Doctrine & Covenants (a Mormon-specific religious book) where God apparently told Joseph Smith that the world is 6,000 years old- a passage I didn't know existed until my senior year of high school. I didn't realize I had believed in biblical literalism until I'd left the church, actually.

Now that I'm aware of it, it's a mindset I'm actively trying to combat while I explore Hellenic polytheism. It's definitely been a task to separate the nature of the Gods from their myths, as brutal as they often are. And it's something I've noticed within the community, too, which I think is interesting. It makes sense: Christianity, at least, has had a chokehold on much of the world for a long time, and so many of us have experienced literalism as our first interaction with any sort of holy text (though, of course, Greek myths as a whole aren't that) alongside our first experience with divinity as a wrathful God whose flaws are waved away, or ignored, or twisted into positive attributes. This also means that I'm trying to re-approach several deities with an open mind (Zeus, Hera, and Ares in particular, but many of them to some extent) while also trying to un-condition myself. I was already in the process of doing this, of course, but trying to figure out how to interact with a completely different pantheon has made that especially clear.

It extends to things like prayer and offerings, too. Prayers were very formulaic growing up, even though most of the time there wasn't a strict script to follow. There was always something you ask as part of the prayer, even if it's just 'please help me do better tomorrow' (alongside giving thanks, of course), so trying to craft a prayer without adding *everything* I'm used to including in makes it feel incomplete and, therefore, disrespectful. And daily prayer is something I'm resistant to because of prior experiences with it. I don't want to offend any of the gods by asking for something or asking for too much, especially so early on, and there's always a promised offering the few times I *have* asked. Add worries about exact obedience on top of that and it's proving to be a difficult thing to untangle. And I know that the gods are difficult to offend, figuring out how to do this takes trial & error and that's okay, it'll get better the more I do it, etc., etc.; this is more an issue with my own overthinking than anything else (hooray for ✨ mental health issues ✨). I'm not really asking for advice here, necessarily, just thinking out loud because I'm not comfortable talking to people in meat space about it yet.