#death squiggle

[tubbytarchia]

I’ve put together my best guess I have a feeling I’m very wrong

Three hearts: Tango

Loads of hearts: Joel

One heart: Martyn

“Not the worst but usually don’t help Jimmy’s case”: Grian (?)

Doc: Doc (I liked this one)

Sky flower happy field: Scar

Asshole (to Jimmy): Fwhip (?)

Sex pest: Sausage

Death squiggle: Scott

I will never forgive you: Gem (Never would have gotten this)

Healing shared trauma: Pearl

I don’t know why I put question marks next to some I’m confident on like 3 and one of those is Doc. Also I realised you said not to guess so if this ruins the fun just ignore me. I just spent too long on this and I’m curious if I got it but I’m cool to remain curious forever

Womp womp. Just kidding, ding ding ding!! You only mixed up Joel and Martyn but that's on me because the thumbs up I drew for Joel does look like a heart, doesn't it... Congratulations, you win, you matched the horrid Jimmy relationship chart with 90% accuracy, thanks for taking part in my really awful gay maze gameshow you win nothing!!!

Brief reasoning: Pearl: Jimmy and Pearl could have the most lifechanging conversation just between the two of them and understand each other in a way that no one else can. I believe in them. They can do this. The hardest part is just to get them to talk in the first place

Tango: big heart, big love

Martyn: more complicated, but still love, lots of little hearts scattering around for everything from Evo (I have so many feelings about Evo solidwood) to Secret Life

Joel: Thumbs up cause he's a bro. Doesn't know Jimmy's horrors and is a mean bean but cares a lot for Jimmy at the end of it all...

Grian: yeah Doc: yeah

Scar: I enjoy the idea of them frolicking around in some cut scene of 3rd life. Scar's carefree self should have playfully run away with Jimmy from their partners and just frolicked around and allow Jimmy to be a little carefree too and free of the horrors if even just for a tiny bit. Also the Empires x Hermitcraft stuff fWhip: sorry but most of what I've seen of fWhip and Jimmy is fWhip being mean to him if even playfully, or expressing disappointment/disapproval of Jimmy in some form. BUT I'm very curious to see more. I think fWhimmy could still be redeemed for me lol I have no doubt that they've had some cute moments and such...

Sausage: Pretty much the same but with Sausage's vaguely dirty jokes etc added into the mix. Like how he enjoys to see Jimmy suffer or made a fool of (even if he claims otherwise smh) and the m*id ordeal

Scott:

Gem: Jimmy got wrangled into jousting Gem but Gem killed him and then she forced him to wear a skin that gave him a pacifier and uhhh more. I will never forgive her

[cleverpaws]

happy pride month from everyone here at showfall media

[skullndaisy]

Warning: Omori Spoilers. Hanging Imagery. Horror elements.

Comic created on: https://studionokoi.itch.io/shake-art-deluxe

My friend was recently replaying Omori, I had to y'all!

[faunandfloraas]

Me trying to read the fonts

[lord-squiggletits]

sorry things are not good at the moment, and I hope you will get through this ok.

I'm paraphrasing a bit, but aiui you see Pharma as very much inclined not to explain the reasoning for his choices. What effect do you think that had/has on the other medics there, either in terms of their responses to what went on at the time or later?

(Inspired particularly by the context of The Wicked)

Honestly, I think Pharma's inability to tell people when something's up with him is unfortunately why he got rejected by his Autobot buddies so bad. I mean, ignoring the really bad implications, it seems to me like in Pharma's efforts to be restrained/professional/composed, he mostly comes off as cold. So if Pharma comes off to most people as just a cold professional, I suppose it makes sense why they heard about him being blackmailed by the DJD and just assumed Pharma was chill being a traitor and killing people? Aid/Ambulon/Ratchet/etc just like. Forgot that Pharma is a person with emotions and assumed that clearly, since Pharma is always in control of himself and always knows what he's doing, that must mean that when he worked with the DJD it was purposeful (in the sense of being willing).

Sucks too, bc in my personal headcanon the reason Pharma is so uptight and focused on a professional persona in the first place is related to social anxiety and an oppressed background. So in the process of Pharma constructing this professional persona so that other people respect and value him, it was that same persona that also made people assume he just had no emotions at all, so it was easy for them to assume the worst of him.

[tinyagitator]

Oops I had some spare time at work, so I made a little s2 announcement cake

[popupsquiggles]

...i dont think i want to describe this part.

[constellationcrowned]

~"We carry the dead with us but we never let them guide us. We carry them selfishly." (for Kariom)

The Ever Pleasant Mr Bates

The guilt weighs him down immediately. It drags Kariom's gaze down, down, down towards the ground and sets his fingers---fingers that were now trembling faintly---searching for the bracelet he'd shoved into his pocket. Milosh's bracelet. Kariom finds it in short order and not even wrapping his fingers tightly around the wooden accessory stills that incessant trembling. Of course he carries them with him; be it selfishly or otherwise, he carries them with him because---

Kariom's grip on the bracelet tightens further still---tighter, tighter, tighter, feverishly tight---until he feels the ink dried into the carving of the all too familiar sualokin visages practically PULSE AGAINST THE SKIN OF HIS PALM AND FINGERS. It was trying to answer him in its own way. It was trying to heed his call and protect him like it'd promised to do in the Slough. It was trying to do the things it could no longer do.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH BEING SELFISH....?" He had to carry them. He had to. He had to. He had to. He carried the Tsourai they'd lost; he carried Milosh, he even carried himself, Kariom carried all of them with shaking, struggling hands as far as he could and for as long as he could because if he loosened his grip for even a fraction of a second he would forget. The stars would steal them away as they had before and with each and every shuffling Kariom's grip loosened, his hands shook more and more and more as his memories fell and then, eventually, clicked back into place....but not quite. Never perfectly. Always tenuous. And that inevitable tenuousness made Kariom need them all the more.

Like the stars themselves the ones he'd lost still whispered in his ear and dogged his heels---even when he couldn't place their faces or voices for whatever stretch of time---they stayed and stayed and stayed and in return he reached for them again and again and again and wasn't that what one could consider being guided? A constellation. A memory. A word---friend, kiddo, brother---all of them continuing to light his way even in the darkest of places, no matter how many times he faltered and fell. Again. Again. Again. Just keep trying kiddo and one day---

Now Kariom's expression twists; a stark vulnerability surging through him only to color the star-reader's face and weaken his voice as his nails begin to dig small, bloody rivulets into his own palm.

".....I won't leave any of them behind." Not again. "I REFUSE TO LEAVE THEM BEHIND and I don't care how selfish that makes me."

[chemicalarospec]

I've avoided posting about this before because I've seen a bunch of people criticized for how they draw (East) Asian eyes respond with "I'm Asian" (hot take... but you can internalize bias against a group you're in, including caricature-ish standards for them in art), but since we're getting into it with racism in how people draw Light Yagami, I think it's bonkers how accepted it is that artists draw him with squintier eyes the more evil they see him as.

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

~"'Soothing the savage Flynn' sounds both apt and entertaining, don't you think?" (for Kariom uwu)

"I can't argue with you there," He also can't help but laugh a little either, "But if that's your goal then I WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK."

"I'm more apt to give Flynn REASONS TO BE CROSS, after all. Maybe Bo can HELP YOU TAME THE SAVAGE SUALOKIN, hm?" In all honesty Kariom could help. He and Flynn fought---and fought often---but it was fighting with an ease of familiarity that never lasted long nor crossed any true lines into some unforgivable territory. They always came back to each other in the end and made up in some form or fashion, although....

The star-reader's expression---the stars, the stars, the stars, the stars caused much malice within his old friend and caretaker---shifts then, his grin falling away entirely as his mind drifts backwards towards the evening of the Tigla-Dera. A line had been crossed right then and there---the PERMANENT SCAR NOW DOMINATING HIS CHEST was, in essence, that line, the fact that Flynn had MURDERED HIM IN COLD BLOOD was that line---and Kariom just....didn't understand.

"........" Suddenly he doesn't know what to say or how to feel but Kariom knows that it's too many things all at once. Why? Why? Why? Why would Flynn do such a thing to him? That evening had been no different than their usual so why....? ".......Can we talk about something else? Please?"

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE GOSSIP get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL & OPEN to finding out.“

— she walks through the world as ;

name → rita skeeter pronouns → she/her identification → cis-female year of birth → september 1955 - september 1956 face claim → chloe bridges blood status → half-blood sexual orientation → bisexual occupation → columnist for society and scandals at the daily prophet future information → court reporter during the death eater trials, renown published author of multiple biographies including albus dumbledore, newt scamander, severus snape and harry potter

— she is best described as ;

The scent of INK & FRESH PARCHMENT spritzed with FRENCH PERFUME. She’s as DELICATE as the FEATHER of a QUILL and as SHARP as the nib at the end. Her words CUT, SHARP and QUICK, leaving your REPUTATION in RIBBONS with just a flick of her ELEGANT WRIST.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

One of the most famous names in wizarding press, Rita Skeeter is the sharpest tongue in London no one wants to be cut by, although she can be a brilliant friend to you… for the right price. Rita came from good stock, with a father who was head of Public Information Services for the Ministry and a mother who was a top stylist for Witch Weekly. She was raised in a privileged household, watching from the bannister as her parents hosted beautiful parties in their obscenely tall townhouse. From an early age Rita longed for a life just like theirs, filled with beauty, travel, notoriety and respect. It fuelled her from the minute she woke up to the moment she rested her head. With her father constantly at work or away on business trips, and her mother consumed by her small social circle of gossips, Rita’s childhood soon became lonely. She spent most days by herself, exploring her parents personal library of articles and pouring over The Daily Prophet each day as it arrived, and her mother’s Witch Weekly on Sundays. Rita knew what her calling in life was. She was to be a journalist. The most famous journalist in the wizarding world of her generation. 

Rita learned that if she hovered in the shadows while her parents chatted away, she’d learn about many secrets and rumours, a technique she would perfect whilst away at school. By the time Rita had received her letter to Hogwarts she had already read biographies or articles of most of the professors and had researched as much as she could about the school, in order to ensure where she stood with faculty. She saw Hogwarts as an opportunity to finally practise her journalism skills on stories that slipped from the mouths of the students. Rita was sorted into Ravenclaw instantly, without hesitation, she began to sort through her fellow Ravenclaw students, unafraid of hurting feelings or causing disgruntlement as she searched for friends she deemed tasteful. EMMA SQUIGGLE [rival/former best friend/colleague] and ADRIAN CAVERLY [best friend/colleague] quickly became her closest friends, whilst DAISY HOOKUM [close friend/colleague], GILDEROY LOCKHART [colleauge/close friend] and XENOPHILLIUS LOVEGOOD [friend] quickly became good friends she enjoyed chatting news stories with. In her fourth year, Rita began The Hogwarts Gazette, under the careful gaze of Professor McGonagall, hiring herself as the newspaper's editor. 

The paper published a variety of articles focusing on school political issues, sports coverage, a gossip column and a fashion section. With a knack for finding things out and a clever way of spinning a tale, Rita ran the gossip column and had developed quite the habit of uncovering other’s dirty laundry and leaving it to dry for everyone to see. This, of course, did not sit well with everyone and Rita gained a negative reputation amongst her fellow students as someone to be wary of. The boys in her year group, HARRISON BAGNOLD [acquaintance/person of interest], KALEB JOHNSON [acquaintance], ELEZAR SMITH [acquaintance/person of interest], MICHAEL THOMAS [acquaintance] and CRISTIANO PARKINSON [acquaintance] were not her biggest fans, whilst younger students PETER PETTIGREW [person of interest], JAMES POTTER [person of interest], REMUS LUPIN [person of interest] and SIRIUS BLACK [person of interest] also found her constant prying into their personal lives just as invasive. Other people saw the light and wanted her on side.

Rita found she enjoyed the power of being feared and appeased by the likes of ANDRESSA PARKINSON [friend], ISOLDE CROUCH [friend], LUCILLE JONES [friend], FLORENCE JONES [friend] and BERTHA JORKINS [close friend]. By her seventh year, she was able to transform into a beetle and with this, was able to listen into many more conversations. She also learned that with a seductive smile and a wink here and there she could get anyone to tell her just about anything. Thanks to her continuous summer internships at Witch Weekly, through her mother’s connections and a good word here and there from her father, Rita eventually landed a job at The Daily Prophet as an intern. Peeking through her father’s files and transforming herself into a beatle to access events, meant that she began to get one scoop after the other. It was a lot of hard work, long hours and the lack of a social life but eventually Rita was awarded her own column and Rita Skeeter’s Scandal Sheets was born. At just twenty-five she was something of a prodigy, a major celebrity everyone loved and feared. 

Having similar interests, most of Rita’s friends at the paper also established themselves at The Daily Prophet, becoming fantastic journalists and photographers in their own right. But not everyone was happy about her success. Emma had been like a sister to Rita, her best friend- she trusted her with everything. With an absent family at home, Emma was her family, which made their falling out all the more harder. As Rita rose to fame, she watched as Emma tried to wriggle out of her shadow, Rita had never thought of Emma as in her shadow- though she could see why others would think so. The conversations became more brief, she noticed as her expression soured and then at a party that was held in celebration of her new column, Rita watched as Emma kissed the man she’d been seeing, AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD [former romantic liaison] and disappeared out the door. Rita would never let anyone know how much it hurt her. She cried in private, winged her eyeliner and wore a brave face for work. It stung harder when Emma and Augustus made things official, but she’d never let it show. Rita had her column and her fame and not even Emma could take that from her. 

The disappearances and the eventual murders of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest] and AMELIA BONES [person of interest] were more than just tabloid gossip. Rita was desperate to figure out who was behind the murders. The werewolf angle didn’t fit, so under the guise of her column, Rita attended exclusive events trying to find out information. A face in the crowd that had changed after the death of Booker. Harrison Bagnold and his girlfriend ROSALINE DAVIS [person of interest] had a knack for being around everyone who went missing, though it could just be coincidence. Alongside her photographer BENEDICT MISSLETHORPE [colleague], Rita has been following him to various events, including the most recent wedding of her former adversary GENEVIEVE AVERY-WILKES [adversary/person of interest]. Rita didn’t expect Genevieve’s husband to drop down dead at the wedding and divert her focus, although Rita is exploring the story on the killer bride, Rita has not yet exhausted the idea Harrison is in some way connected to what’s happened, and she is determined to get to the bottom of it before anyone else. Especially Emma.

— she is a LEVEL 6 WITCH & readied for war ;

[malusrecord]

~"You don't seem to be afraid of anything at all, sister. I wish I had your bravery." (for Angela!!!)

Angela's expression remains stony but it takes effort---of course she's afraid, she'd be out of her mind not to be, they all should be---but somehow she manages to keep everything....even. Impenetrable. Hopefully. Bravery had nothing to do with conviction.

"Were you asleep during the sermon this morning, sister?" The word sister is scathing, even moreso than the ACCUSATION OF NEGLIGENCE, "Our Mother Superior even read through Ecclesiasticus and you were not comforted by that particular scripture?" 'Fear not the sentence of death, remember them that have been before thee, and that come after; for this is the sentence of the Lord over all flesh' and so on....

".....EASE YOUR HEART WITH PRAYER like the rest of the flock why don't you? I have too many things that need tending to and babysitting you isn't one of them." Indeed the Abbey would FALL APART WITHOUT HER and by God no one was going to stop her from upholding things with both hands.

[shy-little-gigglee-bun]

I’ll start it at 40~

Or, or... crazy little idea to spice things up a bit!

How about we heckin ✨️do NOT✨️??? 😤😤🙈🙈🙈💕💕

[lord-squiggletits]

What draws you so hard to pharma? I'm so interested in your takes and I'm curious what makes him ur number one cane of worms out of the cast. :O

I think all of the meta posts I've made about Pharma explain enough about why I like him from an analytical/meta perspective (wasted potential, hidden tragic hero, exposing Autobot hypocrisy, etc), so I'll go ahead and share a weirder/less apparent reason.

I wouldn't say that I'm so emotionally attached to Pharma out of resemblance/kinship with him. I don't really have anything in common with him beside some very broad strokes, and I liked him before an event happened in my life that sorta resembled something that happened to Pharma.

The only other IDW character that I've liked to the same extent, not just storywise but personal attachment, is Optimus. Both of them I've had actual real-life feelings over, gotten myself to cry IRL writing or thinking about, etc. What they both have in common are tragic, flawed hero elements, and (where my "weird" reason comes in) both of them have a near-death experience(s) and ultimately die at the end of their storylines with a murky/complicated finality of "did he die redeemed/remembered fondly by others/with people seeing his humanity." I'm a sucker for tragic stories, but it literally is the dying part, I think, that draws me to Pharma.

(Personal stuff under the cut)

A friend of mine died when I was a teenager, and after that happened my perspective on death completely changed. There was the grieving process of course, but their death also just made me ponder death in general... how it could happen, how it feels, what one might think in their final moments, what would make a death meaningful with resolution versus useless and unfulfilled? The particular way my friend died and the conversations we had before then meant that, for me personally, my friend's death left me with a permanent lack of closure on how/why it happened. I mean, I knew the literal cause of death, but I never found out (and probably never will) WHY it happened. If it was on accident or on purpose.

So, on top of all the other narrative juiciness Pharma brings, the fact that he dies three times (two if you think he only almost died on Messatine) makes me feel this indescribable way, more or less an intense empathy. I wonder how it felt for him, what he thought about while he was dying. If he wanted to die (and signs heavily indicate that him goading First Aid was a sort of 'suicide by cop') and if there could've been a way for him to not want to die. It makes me miserable to think of all the goodness he had and yet all of his deaths went basically unmourned and un-remarked upon by all except maybe two people. I look at his deaths not from a writing perspective but from an emotional perspective. His deaths were pointless, unresolved, had no closure. Arguably, both his suffering and his means of escaping that suffering were never healed or paid tribute to. So he makes me feel this sense of tragedy that no other character except Optimus did, whose death also invokes implications of suicidal ideation, questions on what the meaning of his life/death was, and whether he was mourned or not upon his passing.

So, reaching the end of this reflection, I guess the simplest way of putting it is that, without me even realizing it until now, I became attached to Pharma because he reminds me of my old friend.

[irishmammonagenda]

MC's magic going wrong 😱😰

or right depending on ur outlook on life ig

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (extremely brief and only notioned towards), physical affection

You hadn´t thought much of it at first when you got back to the human realm. Everything went back to normal. Or as normal as it could be.

Your mother and father sobbed when they saw you, stating how they though´t you were lying in a ditch somewhere in the stretching countryside. You´d lied, told them you were away on a residency based apprenticeship, that you were sorry for worrying them. Your siblings showed signs of worry you never thought they were able to feel for you. Thus you were being babied for a month or so.

That´s when it started.

At first, it was more corvids at the bird feeder in your garden than usual. Then it was stray cats. Then inexplicable black and white feathers dusting your clothing and hair.

Your mother smiled picking out the ivory feather from the confines of your unbrushed hair, "Oh! Your guardian angel´s been watching over you!" she says playfully, an old wives´ tale, nothing too serious.

You tense for a moment, before laughing with her. "Well I´ll take it as a good sign." Stupid old wives being the smartest people.

At first it was easy to brush off.

Then your father started getting lucky, he hadn't been one to gamble persay, putting a few coins in on a bet for the horse racing or the football was a regular occurrence, sometimes he won,sometimes he didn't. The difference of a few silvers, a share bag of sweets basically, made no real strain on your belts. But now, he was winning left right and center. Winning amounts that shouldnt be possible based on the amount he input.

Though, after you woke up to cats and corvids staring at you unblinkingly, in your room, with a few flies and insects on the walls, and your bedsheets covered in feathers and scales of all colours and sizes, enough was enough.

You were going to give those nerds a piece of your mind.

After shooing the animals out, (making sure to pet the cats), you picked up a lipstick, and channeled your pact magic before drawing a circle with various symbols on the floor,

You stilled, "Ah, shit. I dunno how to do this, i mean half of those symbols are angry faces and squiggles...." but ever the theatre nerd, you improved.

"I, MC, call upon the power of my pacts with the Avatars of Hell! and, using their power; a portal to the Devildom shall open for me!"

And a portal did open for you. Unfortunately, not to the best place. As you travelled through the time pocket you ended up stumbling once you made it to the other side, the stumble turnt into a tumble turnt into a fall. Unluckily for you, the thing you fell on was toned flesh and chuckling heartily, you were in Diavolo's lap.

"It's great of you to drop by MC!" He says, his massive hands pulling you further into his frame.

You cover your face with your hands, now noticing the various other nobles in the council room who are staring at their Prince, attempting to mask the fact their jaws are going to hit the floor.

Atleast the Brothers weren't there, but Barbatos' half polite smile half smirk and Diavolo whispering various playful musings of, "Did you miss me that much little human, we missed you too.", and "Summoning a portal illegally into the Demon Lord's castle and onto the Demon Princes lap...tututut." almost made the brothers seem like a mercy....

...almost.

You couldn't tell if this was a win or a lose.

[constellationcrowned]

~"I know how important all of this is to you ---to everyone---but I also want you to rest, kiddo."

He wants that too---he wants to rest so, so, so badly---but to actually do it? To even ADMIT THAT HE WANTS TO would be a pitfall from which he would never escape and so the star-reader huffs, arms folding across his chest as his fingers tap at his sleeves with the required restlessness.

"I don't have time for that sort of thing." As if resting was some sort of leisurely activity instead of something vital. No, Kariom would GO ON UNTIL HE DROPPED AND THAT WAS THAT because if he waited then---

"If I wait then MORE OF THE TSOURAI WILL SUFFER so I'll rest when....." Kariom pauses; a brief click in his throat as his mind stutters over the reminder that he'd died not too long ago, and then there was the Slough. What had his time in there been? Certainly not rest. And now it felt like he had even less time to do what he needed to. ".....when everything is over."