#death (implied)

[quietlywatchingwritingreading]

As a bit of a psa I thought i'd share some things i've seen going around relating tot he current horrible disaster.

-Everyone is using the Titanic tag for this tragedy, but the tragedy has nothing to do with the titanic itself.

The company is called Oceangate, and the submarine is called the Titan.

I just figured i'd spread that around in case more people wanted to tag those things. Right now tumblr is thinking the titanic film is trending, without really indicating that this is because of a tragedy in the making and not something like a film reboot.

-I've seen a lot of posts celebrating the submarine's disappearance and the fate of those aboard. . This is a bad thing. These are real people who are suffering though some of the worst horrors imaginable, and I wouldn't wish that fate on my worst enemy. We should at least have some respect for them as people.

Like, there's a 19 year old on that submarine. Could you imagine their friends? Imagine learning there's a good chance you'll never see your friend again, and then seeing a bunch of posts celebrating the submarine's disappearance?

That is disgusting.

(Yes, billionaires are bad. There's certainly a discussion to be made about the ethics of Adventure Tourism, and the lives that are risked in that industry. However much like the titanic, not all the victims here are the Elite and Wealthy. )

-Theres a lot of jokes about the way the ship is built/constructed. and that is a interesting horror show in and of itself. Like the entire thing feels like something i'd read about in a horror parody about the dangers of greed.

That said, I wanted to note that controlling a ship via a video game controller isn't actually that unusual/strange. It's the fact that they used a third party controller known for having unreliable bluetooth and frequently breaking, that's the problem. It kinda implies the company was potentially cutting corners, or at least gives that sort of bad look.

[multiocular-mushroom-art]

a marble a day

[askfallenroyalty]

Today's update be like

[ominous-faechild]

✦ OC In Three 8 ✦

GUESS WHAT WE'RE BACK TO JUST BECAUSE I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF MAKING AESTHETIC BOARDS FOR MY CHARACTERS???

(And maybe I kinda sorta already made these for an unrelated thing and thought I could/should just go ahead and make another one of these with it, haha.)

Today we've got more of the Arcane Rifts's characters! They're all major characters within the story, but not main ones, haha. Except maybe/probably Nikolai? I'm not sure about him tbh. He's either major or main.

NIKOLAI BORISYUK

OSKA ISAKOVICH

RIEKA

LIESEL

Uh oh! Good Cop Nikolai's gotten caught in the middle of a bunch of members of the khonitva! What is he going to do???

More seriously, haha, I absolutely love these guys' vibes! I'm not sure when I'll release the post with these things but I wanted to share their little moodboards, so here we are!

Since I've gotten into the habit of talking about the characters for these things, how about I give you guys some quick summaries on these guys' characters?

Nikolai is Kavo's chief of police, and is widely liked by the general population despite their overwhelming distrust of Kavo's government! He's a vykolt (ice mage), an extremely competent fighter, and generally a charming guy! I love him.

Oska is the leader of the khonitva (the main gang plaguing the town of Kavo at the time of the story)! He's been in it since its earliest days, before the dismantling of the pugabiytsy, and only became the leader after the death of his brother 5 years before the story takes place. As the images (hopefully) imply, he's an ominous figure who plays chess! Wait, no. (*checks notes*) Looks like he's just a chessmaster-planner type!

Rieka is the khonitva's healer! She has blood magic which she's able to use both to heal (duh) and offensively! Like the MC Tazin, she appears to be Jhandan and faces discrimination for it--especially within the khonitva itself. Luckily for her, Oska doesn't seem to care about that! (Anymore.) While a sympathetic character, Rieka is also a beast--she'd be able to easily beat every single one of the other thus-far named characters in a fight (except for Nikolai) and yet... doesn't? Instead sits around letting the khonitva mistreat her??? Wonder what her deal is. 👀 (I also love her. Almost as much as I wouldn't approach her with a 10-foot-pole!)

Liesel is unofficially (but widely-accepted as) the second-in-command of the khonitva. She's been been working for them almost since the beginning and is even preferred to Oska by most of the gang. Except... problem. Nobody knows who she is. Again--she's been in the khonitva since its early days, and yet the entire time she's been there she's always been masked. Wears a fabric mask over the bottom half of her face and a domino mask over her eyes, together hiding all recognizable features of her face and separately protecting from a situation where one is removed. Why in the world would she be in the khonitva for so long, and yet still be so paranoid about her true identity being found out?

OC In Threes: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Part 6 | Part 6.5 | Part 7 | Part 8

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Divider by @saradika

[gabriels-man-wife]

Rot (Written: 10/31/2023)

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎?

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢,

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎,

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝,

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎,

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎,

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎?

[dirtylittlemuffin]

Day 27. Blender

hehe

cya for day 28

[qtubbo]

Pepito’s just a baby just a baby I tell you, you can’t do this to a little pepito 😧

[enemylv1]

Kirbtober day 17 - knight

So I have the hc that the fake form of void termina is an imitation of one of the heroes of Yore

Better contrast version ↓

[mtgc858]

Another game I'm obsessed with is HOME SAFETY HOTLINE-

Legit I love it!

So drew the most scariest bits to me and explaining why!

The Mirror Nimth(Spelled it wrong) is by far the worst monster to exist(not really lol) but the concept of it stealing your face and you going insane is horrible especially compared to the guy who lost his wife's face with the other type.

The scariest (The horror kicks in with context) is definitely the Puka

Especially MeatBall the dog that Rachel had.

The fact she smelled something horrible and noticed it had been bothering her dog made her call the Hotline BUT it was actually her dog's body that the Puka killed and replace 💔

Super scare stuff!

And last but not least is the scariest (If you failed the clients) Is definitely MAY

LEGIT I the Voice actress legit did a amazing job! What scares me is the fact that anything with a person losing there child is horrible and gets me so hearing her screaming was horrible legit and I feel bad 💔

[insanelyadd]

31 Doodles Of Halloween Year 10 | Day 3 | Death Of A Doll Maker

OOOH! I am so excited to share this one. It's a redraw (an actual redraw this time) of one of my favorite pictures I've ever made, which is based on a song by my favorite band, Creature Feature. This song is an instrumental, so everything in this image is based solely on the title.

Original:

[askfallenroyalty]

[balladetto]

     Once, when Link was even smaller than he feels, he'd knocked his shoulder out of its socket in a terrible fall.

     Terrible in that he'd cried about it, ashamed and at the then-height of pained, not that it was a particularly horrific tumble. He'd just landed wrong, he remembers someone telling him — frantic and almost apologetic in their reassurance. Too much has happened for him to reconstruct a face for the memory, but Link can still recall the stutter in their words. You're g-gonna be okay. Y-you're gonna— gonna be f-fine.

     And he was. Someone had gone to fetch a healing fairy while others came to keep him company. It'd been the right shoulder, burning at the joint and numb all the way down to his fingertips, but he'd found a spot of hurt he could grit his teeth through; then breathe through; then eventually speak through. By the time the fairy was brought over, Link had been so deep in the rhythm of holding himself together that he'd nearly slapped her away when she broke it.

     He remembers her, he thinks, the most out of everything. There's a distinct clarity associated pain will give you with any recollection. She was rose-pink, a little darker than he was used to, and she'd bristled when he whimpered through a fresh wave of tears and pushed at her with his pinky.

     "Stop that," she'd said. "Bones aren't easy, you know. It'll only hurt for a pinch, it has to for me to fix it. You're already being so brave! Can't you be brave a while longer?"

     Outside the memory, Link lays crumpled on cold tiles, eyelids like crushed butterfly wings and the cave of his chest barely moving as he looks up and up and up. He thinly wonders, for a fixing like this, how long he'd have to keep being brave for.

     Neither of his shoulders took the landing this time, but he knows many things are wrong with both of them. By extension, many things are wrong with all of him. He should take stock, a part of him understands. He'd like to take stock, another part realises, if only he had the capacity to. Each breath shifts the slivers and splinters his bones have shattered into. Agony twists through every vein like a replacement for the blood he imagines paints his trail from platform to windows to the far below floor. He can't feel his fingers, which twitch as if to grip something — his left hand, mangled, rests as if in graveyard dirt.

     There is no amount of searching in this sea that will land him in a place where this might be bearable.

     "Link!" Navi yells, a trilling bell that drowns out the sound of dying. His heart threads an extra thump, like he still has it in him to be scared alongside everything else, before it fades back into a whisper of a pulse. She wheels above him in panicked, powdery circuits: hair to boots and back. "Get up! You have to get up!"

     He does. He does have to. Link doesn't get to think he's gonna die now. He doesn't get to be tired enough — small enough — for that. He draws a rattling inhale, head practically cracking open with how the air presses against its seams. He's sixteen. The world will end if he's nine. He's sixteen, sixteen, sixteen.

     He chokes on liquid rising in his gorge, coughs it up, and closes his eyes when gravity brings the blood down in blotches on his skin. It's— really gross, and that's such a mundane thought in the face of what he has to reckon with that his chest starts spasming with strangled laughter instead.

     "Link!"

     Navi, he replies in his head, 'cause that's all he can do. He traces over more names: Sheik, Zelda, Saria, the Sages, the Kokiri, the list goes on as his voice dips into hitching, searing gasps. It's an awful thing to realise — that's all he can do. Link has to get up, has to be Courage, has to be more than what he is.

     And he can't.

     Sound drifts down from above, mocking. Cruel. It's a laugh getting louder and louder, and Link prises his lashes apart with the sheer will borne from a unique dread. A kind of fear, if you felt it not in sensation, but in the dizzying spiral that is the certainty of where this will all end.

     A kind of fear — and a kind of fury.

     Link is nine, thrown to the ground, battered and muscles stinging with a magic he tastes as something crackling on his tongue. He glares up at the tall man on the tall horse, smouldering so brazenly with protective, frustrated outrage that he shakes with it. He is not unafraid of the sneer that answers him, but he does not look away.

     Link is nine, broken over the ground, near dead and stuck in a body he's tried to make his. His eyes are cold as he watches Ganondorf descend, burning with tears dyed red from failure. The brand on his left hand glows, resonating with a magic he no longer has the nerves to feel. Navi doesn't leave. There are a thousand things he wishes he could scream.

     Large fingers fold around the wrist of his gauntlet, deliberate in their ignorance of the softness a joint that bent must be afforded. As his arm is lifted, the pain dragged along every passing second like some horrible, continuous song-note that eclipses even his fears, he pretends none of the noises coming from him are his and thinks everything that could mean: I hate you.

     He thinks everything that could mean: I'm so sorry.

     The man raises his other hand, palm closing in, and Link forces another entire earth on the child he can't be even here — even now. He does not look away. Navi, oddly muffled, rings something wordless.

     Link waits for the end of this story.

[magatronn]

‼️sort of book 6 spoilers‼️

‼️implications of death

‼️blood

[departed-premonitions]

oh please. you can give us more of an answer than "i don't know"

at least think of something

uhm...

[ They stop walking, running their hands down their sleeves. ]

i... i guess because... trains are intimidating? i mean, they're big and... fast... uhm...

[ Its arms tighten around itself. It keeps its gaze trained on the ground as it talks, its voice a little shaky. ]

and... i don't think the engineers can really see people when they're so low to the ground like that until they're close and... trains can't stop that quick like cars can, because they're so heavy, so they're just propelled forward by their weight, so when they do see someone on the tracks, it's aleady too late to do anything...

and trains run on strict times anyways, so they just have to keep going...

[qtubbo]

Hey guys, I just got some really terrible news irl so if I just generally act off for the next few days or more negative I’m really sorry. Grief has always been a bit weird for me, it’s just going to be a bit hard.

[ridragon]

I've been ignoring it a whileeee but i think my health is becoming worse (': maybe I'm just paranoid but

well just in case i really love you all, okay? sorry don't wanna like worry anyone but my brain won't stay quiet unless i post this ig

prolly will delete later i gotta pass out now