#damnthing

[tootsquatch]

nothing like a good morning fire to start the day!

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 58

Chapter; Highlights

Not that there was much Elide could do.

Despite the generous gift of power that ran through the Lochan bloodline, she possessed no magic, no gifts beyond reading people and lying.

Rushed to get bandages, hot water, and whatever salves or herbs the healers calmly requested. None of them shouted. They only raised their voices, magic glowing bright around them, if a soldier was shrieking too loudly for their words to be heard.

The sun was barely over the horizon, judging by the light at the windows set high in the Great Hall, and so many already lay injured. So many. Still they kept coming, and Elide kept moving, her limp becoming a dull, then a sharp ache. A minor pain, compared to what the soldiers endured. Compared to what they faced on the battlements.

She didn't let herself think of her friends.

Didn't let herself think of Lorcan, who had not come to the chamber last night and had not sought them out this morning. As if he didn't want to be near her. As if he'd taken every hateful word she'd spoken to heart.

So Elide aided—and did not stop.

No, that magnificent horse trampled them, fearless and wicked, just as Chaol had predicted. A horse whose name meant butterfly

—stomping all over Valg foot soldiers.

Had his breath not been a rasp in his chest, Chaol might have smiled. Had men not been cut down around him, he might have laughed a bit, too.

But Morath was launching itself at the walls and gates with a furor they had not yet witnessed. Perhaps they knew who had come to Anielle and now hewed them down. Aelin and Rowan fought back-to-back, and Fenrys had plowed his way down the battlements to join Chaol by the second siege tower.

Morath, it seemed, did not think to surrender. Only to inflict destruction, to break into the keep and slaughter as many as they could before meeting their end.

His shield bloodied and dented, his horse a raging demon herself beneath him, Chaol kept swinging his sword. His wife lay within the keep behind him. He would not fail her.

Soon now. They'd win the field soon, and the song in his blood would quiet.

Part of him didn't want it to end, even as his body began to scream to rest.

Yet when the battle was done, what would remain?

Nothing. Elide had made that clear enough.

She loved him, but she hated herself for it.

He hadn't deserved her anyway.

She deserved a life of peace, of happiness.

He didn't know such things. Had thought he'd glimpsed them during the months they'd traveled together, before everything went to hell, but now he knew he was not meant for anything like it.

But this battlefield, this death-song around him ... This, he could do. This, he could savor.

The golden helmets of the khagan's army became clear, their fiery horses unfaltering.

Finer than any host he'd fought beside in a mortal kingdom. In many immortal kingdoms, too.

Obeying the death-song in his blood, Lorcan let his shields drop. He did not wish it to be easy. He wanted to feel each blow, see his enemy's life drain out beneath his sword.

The earth shook beneath thundering hooves, and arrows screamed overhead. Then there was roaring. And then blackness.

[apomaro-mellow]

finally getting around to outlining my reverse little mermaid steddie fic

[meltedbuttersblog]

so today for the second day of my district's honor chorus program, the intermediate mixed group (aka my group) was in the chapel for a short little rehearsal time and when i walked in, my jaw DROPPED

this picture is of the organ in the chapel. according to a website that talked about the installation of the organ, the ceilings in the room are 38 FEET TALL. i've never loved yet felt so intimidated by a room in my life

anyways it was beautiful!!!!! i don't go to church, nor do i live near a huge one like this. so i don't get to see this stuff in person.

also, this was on the university campus we'd been going to for our honor chorus

i'm considering going here when i'm older because HOLY CRAP IT'S BEAUTIFUL (but the amount of stairs are a deterring factor for me and my grandma old lady body)

i had fun these past two days at honor chorus but holy shit my feet need to never walk again and i hope stairs burn in hell ☺️

[im-not-a-sheep]

Holy shit its been a hot minute since I've played portal 2 but I forgot how good it looks and sounds?? Damnthe music is great in this game (courtesy call my beloved... and more)

Portal 1s music is still pretty good but it def sounds more Half life-y, more like it's trying to be a weird sequel thing to half life. Portal 2 def started to get its own distinct style musically

[pestomoment]

they callme mr whiteboard ghe way the only thing ive done for two (three ?) days straight is draw on that damnthing icant stop

[ariverofsongs]

I’m going to power through Bly manor but damnthe accents are ready bugging meeeeeeeeeee

[thestarlightbrigade]

His og sprites from almost a year ago (about 13 days off) but damnthe art improvement frfr

EHEHEHE I decided to do this all in like 5 hours bc he was suddenly brain rotting in my head. I changed his ears from the original design but I kept him pretty much the same! 

Design originally by @dilftrolls, and I thank them so much for him! 

His name is Sakrim Deikno! He makes ugly spray pant tags into cool pretty Spray Paint stuff teehee :3

[chrisbae723]

I tried to rescue dead banana into poundcake lololololololol help.... #baking #in #middleofthenight #bananabread #bananapoundcake #whatever #bake #damnthing #smells #eww #lalalala #bakestagram (at Rosemead, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKlDhwYB_rAKh9S2jvAU72RmTKvmLMNQRUiQuE0/?igshid=14ez92gm0v302

[itsmecamille]

Flaws

I’m still doing it like a pro :(

[propaganda101]

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU RIG

HOW DO I GET THE DAMNTHING IN THE PROGRAM??

oc hyperfix is getting dire i have re-installed blender and i'm actually using it semi-competently

this is unfortunately all in service of making ada a fucking roblox avatar

[amelorates]

CREEPY LOCATION MEME! @damnthings sent: #13 (end of the road) for eireen and hazel uwu

She doesn’t know where she’s going, she can hardly see the road. Turns out it doesn’t really matter, anyway, because it’s all dark and it soon gives away to just gravel and dust——the edge of the forest creeping closer and without really thinking twice about it, she ducks behind a tree, pressing her back to it.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

[parlesloups]

munday under cut uwu

[diabolicaltendencies]

@damnthings​ sent:  “ You’re cute when you’re angry. " (Seamus&Jim)

Jim perches himself on the ledge of an old stone wall on the edge of the city. He's wearing tight black jeans, heavy boots, and his school blazer without anything underneath. They're surrounded by giant rocks, half-dead grass, and broken concrete slabs that are slowly being worn away by the bay's waves. The city lights are dim behind them, abandoned buildings, and run-down apartments separating them from society. 

It's a warm night, and no one cares what happens out here. They usually go untroubled, but today Jim's boys brought him one of their own, bloody and broken accompanied by a messenger. One of the 'real criminals' in town feels like Jim is becoming a threat, that his little group of outcasts is bad for business. Which, of course, he's a threat. But not now. Hell, right now, he isn't even trying.

"It sounds t' me like your boss is pretty fuckin' insecure, darling." Jim snips at the stranger before jumping down from the wall and landing heavily in the grass. "I guess I'll have a chat with him~ which, I'll tell ya, reeaally ruins my night." 

Jim saunters up to the man, looking him over with venomous politeness. The stranger offers to carry a message back, but instead, Jim grabs his jaw suddenly. "Nah, your services won't be needed. You're gonna stay here and give my boys some entertainment. They're itchin' to make up for what you did to their friend. I'll talk to him myself."

The messenger is starting to panic a bit, "Listen, this is just business. Let me go, and I'll take you to him. He's a hard man to find."

Jim chuckles. It's condescending, like he finds the dancing monkey entertaining, "Nice try! But I already know where he is." He pats the man's cheek, just short of a slap, before nodding to the boys who dart forward to grab the man and haul him off into the dark. Jim's eyes follow them, but his fake smile has faded into something dangerous.

He looks over when Seamus speaks and reaches to steal his cigarette. Jim takes a drag before giving it back, "I'm always cute." He states coolly before walking off to where they left the cars. "Come on."

[theasteriae-arc]

different ways to say ‘i love you’ ( accepting! ) / @damnthings​ said:

❝ It’s a lullaby. Would you like me to sing it to you? Would that help you fall asleep? ❞ ( for EVEY & BASH / royals )

Sebastian turns away from the window ( dark glass slick with winter rain, which blurs his already rumpled reflection ) at the sound of her humming. His blue eyes are bleary with fatigue, a headache’s brewing in his temples; he wants nothing more than to lie down with his head in someone’s lap, to be peaceful and still, but the restless energy that’s kept him up until all hours all this week is still refusing to let him settle.

He drums his fingers against the leaded panes in a hurried, anxious rhythm that’s entirely at odds with the low, slow, lilting notes of her lullaby. Something about it sounds mournful. It makes him wonder, briefly, whether she’s homesick, whether she’s as sick and weary of these castle walls as he is, but he doesn’t ask.

“It’s a kind thought, sweetheart,” he says instead, trying not to sound brusque. He stops tapping and starts pacing, with the bridge of his nose pinched tightly between forefinger and thumb. “But I think it’s going to take more than music to soothe me tonight. If you want to get some rest, I would suggest you retire to your own chambers.” The church bells have just chimed twelve in the distance, and ( privately ) he doubts whether he’ll get to bed much before dawn—if, that is, he even gets there at all.

[foxymuses]

@damnthings liked for a starter with andy & tony

he isn’t an expert on space by any means (more on the scientific specifics), but he’s been, and has enough spacey associates that being called in to provide technical knowledge to someone on a spacecraft is, frankly, unsurprising. oh, sure, there are probably several technicians at nasa that are furious this billionare was first pick, but tony’s got the brains enough to handle any situations that arise with rapidfire thinking and no need for other minds (except, perhaps, bruce), so he’s naturally the best option. flicking the communications screen to life, he crosses his arms loosely to greet the other. “hey kid, how’s that glitch going? you’re still alive, so i’m assuming my notes were spot on. sleep any?”