#deticated

[sourtomatola]

ha HA! Despite a back injury I finished it!! Mob boss Sun stripe tease for the tinker~

Eat up @justfangirlstuffs !! You deserve it! This is from their fic, Celestial Tinkers

[musicismylife120191]

I will never understand people who dedicated so much of their lives to things they supposedly hate. Why are you making a 20+ minute video on how awful aew is. Just don’t watch it. It’s really that simple. I hate wwe’s programming rn so I’m just not watching it atm. It’s really that simple.

I don’t want wwe to be the only option again(especially now that TNA is working so closely with them). That sucks for fans and wrestlers. Swerve Strickland would have never gotten a world title in wwe. Someone like orange Cassidy would’ve never been hired. It’s bad for both wrestlers and fans when there’s only one major option.

[tac-bat]

Reboot

Characters - Siffrin, Mirabelle, Loop (everyone else is mentioned)

Summary - Siffrin tries something new.

Word Count - 2,434k

Warnings - Graphic description of violence, Major Character Death (but that's to be expected)

Tags - Body Horror/Blood and Gore/POV Second Person/Temporary Character Death/Hurt No Comfort/Unconventional Formatting

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ACT 6 DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T DONE ACT 6! PLEASE DO ACT 6!

this work is posted on AO3 if you prefer it over Tumblr, I love this game a lot so I thought I'd try something new and also post my writing here, enjoy! :3

You wake, greeting the pale sky. Your eye feels heavy. The scent of burnt sugar rests deep in your sinuses, and the sunlight warms your skin. You close your eye, yet the sun denies you that familiar darkness. You take a deep breath.

In—

       One

             Two

                   Three 

                           Four

                                    Hold it, and out—

                           Five

                    Six

         Seven

Eight. 

You opened your eye again and smiled. A genuine smile for the first time in—stars, years you think.  

“-frin?” The housemaiden came into view, her smile soft as. “Good morning!” She looked away. “Well, more like, good afternoon, I guess…”

For once, you don’t have to force a smile. “Aftermorning to you too, Mira!” 

The housemaiden looked a little taken aback but gave a short laugh. “Yes, aftermorning works too.” 

"Awww, thank you!" You stood, feeling the grass on your gloved palms once more. “Coined that one myself!”  

She watches you; you know why. “You sound a lot more chipper than usual. Did you have a good dream?” She looks content with your change of behaviour yet curious. 

“Oh Mari,” You grinned, touching your chest. “I’m hurt.”

“Ah —no, I didn’t mean to imply you weren't.” She closed her hands nervously. “It’s just—well—“

“I don’t talk as much." You mused.

“Yes, that’s exactly it!” The housemaiden nodded. “You changed!” She concluded.

You laughed—a light, hardy laugh. Being here so long, you already went through the stages of grief, depression, and insanity as you tried and failed to break this. A piece of yourself was taken every time you wound back here. The numbness has faded, replaced with a mania you've grown to like. Who cares if your companions are taken aback by your change in personality? They get used to it soon. 

"Well, my dear Mari, change is encouraged here!” And oh, what a welcome change it is! You’ll take this over the crushing weight in your chest any day! You walked past her. 

“Might as well look on the bright side for what we have to do tomorrow.” 

“Oh, Frin—wait!”

You hummed, turning around on your heel to face her. 

“I was thinking, before we fight the king. Maybe we could make it special somehow—“

[Zone out.] 

"Oh, I’d love to, but I’d prefer my own room tonight! I’m sure there’s an inn somewhere.” You beamed, watching the Housemaiden blink, confused. It didn’t matter if you went off script; you disproved an old theory that nothing breaks if you do. You had a new one to test out at all angles now.

“Ah.” She’s disappointed; you couldn’t care less; she won’t remember this. But, in her usual fashion, she picked herself back up, trying to appear strong. “No worries! We can meet up at the edge of Dormont on our way to the house.”

You gave a short chuckle. “Of course, Mari. Want me to tell everyone to meet at the clock tower?”

“Oh, um—yes! But do you—” 

[Zone out.]

My my, catching her off guard again? Perhaps you should take it slow; you wouldn't want to overwhelm her.

“I always remember, Mirabelle.” You tuned back in, pointing at yourself.

The Housemaiden hummed. “Alright then… But I made a—“

[Zone out.]

You think about it for just a moment. Then you realize she won’t remember, and neither will anyone else. It’s better to see them as actors; it makes that annoying grief throb less. But how silly is it to grieve for someone alive—talking and acting as they’ve always had? Stupid. She soon takes her leave, and you’re left alone. Might as well churn through today to the part that matters. You’ve seen everything already. So, you—

[Zone out.]

You stood on the path to the Favor Tree. The sun is setting as dusk takes over the sky. The Fighter, Kid, and Researcher should be at the tower to meet with the Housemaiden. You caught glimpses of their confused faces, but that did it matter. Even if you get new dialogue, it won’t amount to anything. Not this time, at least. You can always listen back if you need to. However, you needed to be alone. Certain nobody would come to interrupt you. So, with nothing else to do, you approach the Favor Tree. It stood tall, a grand set piece. You can’t remember when you were this close to it; it looked the same; everything did. You might as well improvise a use for your max strength instead of killing a sadness, would be nice practice. So you climb, and up and up the light grew dimmer, but you liked the challenge. It was thrilling to go so off script; a new scene can happen! Even if it’s just you. But that was secondary to your new theory—your current obsession. You’ll bend this until it breaks, then find another one to conquer in your prison. The branches are thinning, you didn’t care, you weaved, you rose, and finally—you poke your head above the leaves.

And the stars danced. For a moment, your breath was stolen, and your permeating smile fell with it. You stared in awe. It’s been too long since you sat back and just admired this plane of existence. You’re so used to going to and from Dormont and the house that you rarely see them anymore. It was nice. You could see a faint outline of the House of Change; you flicked your gaze to the top floor, where the King awaits. Ah yes, waiting. The reason you’re doing all of this. It’s a simple theory: what happens if you don’t go ? Easy as pie. You glanced back to the sky—the stars, watching them glitter and shine, free to do as they please. A certain one catches your eye; brighter and bigger than the rest, all the other ones were one with the sky. This one, as stupid as you sound, feels like it’s looking at you. You pause, and a foreign feeling washes over you. What is it called? Your body felt calm and lax; there was no need to act, no need for a show; the curtain already closed. You focus on that star; it grows brighter. Your eyelid feels heavy; you could be lulled to sleep if you really wished for it. Your eye slipped shut—for but a moment. You breathed in, then out, and forced yourself to look back up.  

Safe. You felt safe. 

Memories flicker, short and sporadic, mixed. You remember telling a joke, eating a fish head with two adults, and running away—walking with your party—your friends to the next town. The sand stuck between your toes, the sweep of waves on the coast. You could hear bustling streets, children laughing, the wind howling, a kid crying, someone soothing them—no, that was you. These are all you.The star was near blinding, brilliant, and bright—it asked for something, but what did it need? Another memory appeared, more complete than the rest. You’re a toddler, looking at the stars as someone holds you. Her features are unreadable. A shooting star flew by, leaving a streak in the air. You gasped; joy brimmed through you as you clasped your hands, babbling a phrase under your breath, once, twice, thrice. You folded your hands to make sure it’s safe.

That your wish is safe...

Tears fell from your cheek; the star could be the sun now for how it shined. It waited patiently; it didn’t have a face, but you could sense its presence. If you focus enough, you can imagine it’s talking.

[What do you seek?]  Its voice was layered, echoing in your skull, yet it didn’t overwhelm you. 

“An end.”  You choked out, not caring how weak you sound.

[To this?]  The sky seemed to warp around you, tilting, curious. 

“I want this to be over!” A sob escaped you; everything that you pushed back, crashed over you all at once.“Let muh— me get out of here—stars! I beg of you—please, please let me out of here!” You heaved, grabbing your hair. “I can’t go on anymore. I can’t do this anymore! Please, please get me out—“

A long sush wrapped around you, soothing. You swallowed, wiping away tears.

[Do you recall your wish?] 

You blinked, confused for a moment—but as if on cue, the star’s presence seemed to lift the veil, you did. You nod. 

[Do you desire it still?”]

“Yes!” You spat. “ But I’ve been stuck here for so long—winding, replaying, trying to find anything new, but I can't, I just can’t!”  You’re crying again. “I barely recognize them anymore!”

It hummed. [This paradox precedes even us; as much as we desire to give you a trivial out, we cannot. There are some things you cannot begin until the previous one ends.]

You looked down, defeated; you should have expected this.

[However.]  

Your head snapped up, breath-catching. 

[We could give you a more unconventional means to achieve your new wish—]

“Anything .” You nearly sprung up, almost forgetting your place in the trees. “I’ll do anything; try anything just—please.” You tried not to break down again, sensing the stars' hesitance.

[It will hurt.]

“I don’t care!” You screamed. “I‘ve died hundreds— thousands of times!” Your throat hurts. “Pain is nothing!” Except it was, no matter how much time has passed, you feel the star knows it too. Slowly, yet surely, you watched as it dipped; the sky warped around the star as it travelled down, down, down towards you. It was surreal, if you dropped a marble in a thin, slack sheet of silk. The star floated before you. As if by a forgotten instinct, you cupped your hands, watching it land in your palms. It was warm and soft. You watched the pulled sky regain its shape.

[If you do this, you will no longer be yourself.] It warned 

“Forever changed?” You guessed. It didn’t answer, but the silence was all that was needed. You wanted to laugh, but nothing came out. Well—you held the star a little tighter; if you die, you know where you’ll be.

So you wished; squeezing your eye you repeated it over and over— once, twice, thrice, more times for good measure. You folded your hands over the star to keep it close, unable to conceal its glow. You brought your hands to your mouth. Hesitating, you breathed in and out, then swallowed it.

 ...O-Oh.

You trembled, lurching as needles travelled down your throat and your stomach. A heat so intense spread through you, making your skin blister, your clothes melted with you-- you're nerves should've burned off by now, but you still feel it, smell it. Oh stars, oh STARS! It writhes inside of you, clawing at you. Every inch of your body felt like it was being strung, stretched, and boiled. A gurgled screech erupted from you, blood sputtering through your teeth. A headache erupted, worse than you’ve ever felt; it blinded you like you were staring into the damn sun! your vision was bright, so so bright. You grasped your skull to no avail. Doubling over; blood, drool, sweat, and tears mixed into one. The weight from your cloak and hat, are gone. From reflex, you tried curling up, forgetting where you are. 

And

       lost

               your

                      balance.

You feel through the branches, feeling them scrape and peel at your skin. You couldn’t scream, could barely move, your lungs filled with blood—suddenly, you bounced, tipped backwards a little. As if you were…Ahhhhhhhh. A thick pointed branch impaled through your chest met your gaze. It glimmered in the moonlight thanks to your blood. Slowly, you began sliding off it, your weight making it bend. With a chrunch, you landed on the grass. Its blades stabbing into you're muscles. But the star didn't wait; you watched in frozen agony as light pooled out of your chest, spreading—warping, fusing. Your head—stars, your head! You curled up, feeling a pressure building inside of it. An awful, growing pressure! You wanted it—no, needed it to come out. Come out! Come out come out come out come out come out come out come out come out come out come out come out come out come out COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT OME OUT COME OUT COME OUTCOMEOUTCOMEOUTCOMEOUT—  

LET.

ME.

OUT!!!!

You wake, greeting the pale sky—no, leaves. Leaves of the Favor Tree. A gasp slipped out, echoing—followed by a gag as your mouth didn’t move, yet noise slid out. Shaking, you sat up, looking down at yourself in a growing horror. Your skin was like the night sky, tiny white flakes shimmering deep within you.  A four-pointed star shined brilliantly where you were impaled. Slowly, you brought your hands to your head, feeling the soft and warm texture.You freeze, and for a moment you’re paralyzed by what you’ve become, but soon, you laugh. A high, muffled laugh as waves of pain are still washing over you. Stars, it wasn’t kidding about changing you, oh stars, they weren’t kidding! You cry, yet you’re unsure if there’s even tears falling. You lay back down on the grass and take a deep breath.

Innnnnn—

                  One

                         Two

                                  Three 

                                             Four

                                                        Hold it, and ouuuuuut—

                                     Five

                            Six

              Seven

Eight.  

Wheeeeew . You stared up at the leaves, enjoying waking up to something new. It was only then that you felt it—not in your stomach but a presence around you—a person you thought lost and warped by time. You couldn’t see them, but you knew, you knew who it was. So that’s what it meant, about things not beginning until one ends. You sigh, long and hard. Well, you’re here now, with them; you might as well have fun with—hm, it feels weird to say their name. Should give them a new one; it’s the least you can do.You ponder, trying to think of one that fits them. Soon, your eyes creased upwards. Stardust sounds nice. And oh, it seems he just started their journey by getting that memory; if you’re this closely connected to them, it wouldn’t hurt to give a little exposition, right? You spoke, not physically but— mentally, somehow. It’s like you always knew how to do it. He’s taken aback, freaked out, but they’ll grow accustomed to it. You stand, legs shaking. You glanced up into the Favor Tree, its branches undisturbed. You don't know what you expected. By instinct, you grabbed for your— huh? Cool metal is pinched between your fingers, you bring it up to your face, staring at the coin. You giggle, not questioning how it survived your transformation. Hoisting it up, you give a toast to the sky.

Cheers.

[bluuubuns]

Oh my cuttlefish man..

[navysealt4t]

"welcome"

id below cut

IMAGE ID: a screen shot of a poem in black text titled, "welcome." The text is in bold. It reads,

you came into my life like a drop of water

like the first signs of spring

a breeze tickling the grass, a parting of the clouds

you kissed my face until the chill of winter ebbed

you held my hand like it was an artifact

something to be treasured, loved

your eyes are misty like the sky

filled with tears that never spill nor fade

“you are home.” you say

home, home, home

what a word

“i am home.” i repeat

my eyes fill with tears

i am home, and your embrace is a fireplace in my heart. END ID.]

[sammyluvr]

okay thought of this reading your response to the soulless ask and just... now that I'm thinking about it it makes sooo much sense that sam never had a stable relationship since he got back into hunting. like eileen went away and he didn't get with madison and all that because

okay as much as i adore sam and id let him do whatever he wants to me, talking from these women's point of views... i leave too. so much shit is happening with sam but beyond that most times he messes up its unintentional and to save the world and and and so you're just always invalidated. everytime he hurts you because he didn't have his soul or he's possessed or he leaves for months because of something urgent that's going to literally save the world you're just not allowed to be sad.

and he's not the one making you feel this way, obviously he's the sweetest soul and apologizes and hugs you and kisses your head an says I wish I didn't have to go and yet some part of you resents him, you know? you cant be angry at someone whos saving the world. its very exhausting and at some point just too much.

--kiss

oh just one million percent. there's a reason neither of them ever have a consistent or stable relationship while their hunting. you sort of just can't. and like. if you follow the show and it's themes and canon authentically then there's no point or realism to a stable romantic relationship for sam or dean. because the point was never romance at all. the point it sam and dean, the point is about family, the point is about how sam especially could never have a relationship like that until dean was dead, until he was done with hunting forever. and even then, it was part of the point that his wife was faceless. frankly, she's not important. they show his son who is literally named after dean, and then sam dies and then he goes to heaven. with dean. the point never ever was about romance in almost any facet of the show. yes, it was shown one expression of love and human relationships, but in terms of sam and dean, their romances are all short lived or skimmed through, but their relationship as brothers is literally forever and literally the whole entire point lowkey LOL so yeah!!!

i completely agree that if he was in a long term relationship while hunting it wouldn't work out. it would be too much. i think you'd be allowed to be upset and sad and hurting because of all of these things, but the solution would be for sam to leave hunting. and he's not going to do that so the only other option is to not be with him. and i love love love the angst of it all because you love him. you hate that you resent him because you love him. more than anything, maybe, and maybe it's not him that you resent but the fact that this will never work, the fact that he's the one who has to save the work, the fact that you can't get him away from the horror of it all. and then maybe the fact that he's unwilling to leave for you, even if he's choosing his brother and the world over you, so you do resent him a little bit, but you understand him and you'll never wrap your head around it all or be at peace unless you go.

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

I like taking side quests when I draw

[seaseren]

Healers of Final Fantasy please internalize this: you cannot heal anyone if you're dead. Prioritize staying alive over rezzing unless you need to rez the tank to continue staying alive. Shield urself over rezzing. Do mechanics over rezzing. Do not listen to the people yelling at you to rez so and so until you are damn sure you will stay alive before, during, and after the rez.

[boffeeceans]

Jesse Munson X Elizabeth Franklin

[kirbyfigure]

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[emosyzoth]

I've seen a wall of crosses exactly like that at my grandma and Grandpa's house it's not even like a scary thing to me it's like. Beautiful

[randomrobotcircuits]

Ashamed there is barley any r2d2 and c3po fanart this pride month, they are THE married couple and i need more content for them

[l-inator]

Cat Willow

Cat Willow

Cat Willow

[cocoa-coated-fish]

I forgot how good it feels to be home. To be in a space that is just mine, to be myself in, with nothing else.

Most of the stuff in my bedroom is pretty untouched since I moved out in 2021...it feels so comforting to see. All the letters, the photographs, the postcards pinned to the walls. The stickies and reminders. The shells and ceramic animals. Everything that gave me joy proudly on display.

Every piece of life that gave me joy and meaning just out in the open. And knowing that it's all mine and no one else's. Fuck man, it feels so good. To be in a space curated to celebrate my joy, and nothing else.

Like there was a tension in everything being a shared space that I didn't know was in my body until suddenly I was here and it was gone.

Specifically. This made me cry again lol

[worlds-okayest-fag]

hi quick psa to people who listen to music while working

please for the love of the gods use anything other than air pods

those things suck at volume regulation and everyone around you can hear your shit

[bettysupremacy]

you’re going to the stranger things season five premiere. what are you wearing?

tagged by @astermath ; babe how did u know i have waited my whole life for this question?

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