#dont worry its not his blood :)

[panic-flavored]

Inspired by this post. If you don't think it's stobotnik/Agent Stone coded I don't even know what to tell you

Bonus:

[mohntilyet]

Wait is the middle picture from those three sketches that one scene from the wigmaker job?

yes! it's this specific passage where lucanis is just seething with rage and trying to keep a lid on it, and illario's a stablising, comforting presence. BROTHERS!!!!! <3 though i chose to draw his hand on his shoulder rather than his arm i guess. artistic liberty!

[epicfirestormer]

What I love about Hellboy and Abe Sapien's dynamic in the comics is that, if you came into this blind, you'd expect Abe to be the voice of reason or the straight man to Hellboy's impulsive and hotheaded personality. But no, Abe is more often than not the crazy one. Hellboy would deal with fighting evil monsters and bad guys by just sighing and getting it over with, while Abe is going rabid over tearing the creature apart when he does get into a fight. Hellboy acts like it's a 9-to-5 job and will reasonably talk things out with a guy that had nearly killed him before, Abe acts like a madman in a slaughter house and his first instinct is to shoot first kill second and ask third. They're both insane, but on completely different levels.

[hauntingblue]

Rewatching act 2.... yeah ISHA WATCH OUT FOR THE CYCLE ISHA!!!!! NOOOOO

[qoldenskies]

Oh my fucking god the Raph and Don parallels are so much fucking worse. They sound like each other when they think and speak. Insisting “I love you” against a locked door. The last part of Raph’s chapter feels like the scene where Donnie reminisces on the time after Shredder. His monologue at the beginning literally sounds like Donnie begging for forgiveness from his brother in CL. “I wanna be worth it” you’re both SICK in the head.

HHHHHHhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

leo and donnie may be twinning hard right now but raph and donnie are doing some fuckinnnn!!! PARALLELS!!!!!! CL being so long and having so much to take from for things like this really helps pound in the way that the roles have been reversed after the curse breaks; how they cant do much but work, how they can only love from afar, how they can give and give and give but it wont get through to the person they want to love them the most, how desperate they are for normalcy and simplicity and the donnie they used to have .......

what a terrible way to finally be able to empathize with your emotionally unavailable brother.

that scene where they talk about the stuff they miss is also kind of intended to be a parallel to the family meeting,,,, but donnie's missing from it. they're not saying this to him. because he opened himself up and took their punishment but he wont so easily do the same with their love. haha painful! :D

[maccheronichips]

DO YOU TRUST HIM?

[harbingersecho]

WODtober 3 > Bloodlines "I want to show you something..."

[regrettablemeasure]

AM unfortunately back on the eviestarion train and thinking abt him and her having a fight over something in act 1. astarion is like shit. thats right this girl is my go-to blood bag what now. she's totally not going to let me do that after our argument

only to be met with a few vials of her blood waiting by his tent bc yes she thinks he sucks but like. here. and she still goes HUMPH and sticks her nose in the air when he looks at her

[small-spark-of-light]

finally got to drawing @zankydraws ocs!!!!! its only two of them tho

[hauntingblue]

Skypiea time part 2

She is a woman..... this is sanji's influence... in whiskey peak his slashes were non gendered

Ace just letting himself get pushed into the river like aight my bad I will take my punishment.... he really is so well mannered (it sounds like I'm talking about a dog)

Conis showing that nami influence.... gfs....

Nami and luffy twins moment look how relieved she is... this whole fight is so theirs...

Also how funny it is that the milk girl gave ace a shirt.... also new pants??? She must think he lost the shirt in the river.... no girl he is just a slut...

Nami: okay ❤️ yay ❤️

Noland just thinking about where karugara is and if he is alright in his EXECUTION!! SICK AND TWISTED

OMG BOUNDMAN INSPO????

NO ACEEE NOOOOOOOO

THE END OF ACES STORY IS THAT THE COFFE IS NO LONGER BITTER BC THEY SERVE IT WITH MILK AND WHY AM I EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT

[thebleedingeffect]

Hannibal stabbing Will in the gut so he can crawl between his legs n lap at the gushing blood like a lil doggie while Will pets him like one

👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆 THAT'S REAL AND TRUE BABBBYYYY!!

Like, if any pairing is gonna have fucked up levels of blood kink mixed with the most incomprehensible dom/sub dynamic its THEM!!!! Yeah, Hannibal and Will routinely engage in blood kink, yeah Hannibal is a sub, yeah he's also a puppy, yeah he's stabbing Will, but also consider? That Will has never felt more seen and confident in his life with Hannibal on his knees drinking his blood? They're just both so extremely fucked up and that's what I adore about them, Hannibal is Will's bloodthirsty lil puppy what more could you want?

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

tomorrow, minus like a bit of the morning, i hope to lock in bc man. id love to progress the story forward instead of going back & adding stuff to tozer's parts. im not mad about it, i think it'll help with stuff later on, but still. i want to see the finished product bc i need to read the whole thing to see if it makes sense. i also hope tonally its not like a weird shift when a certain someone shows up but i think it'll make sense. when its actually written down and not tormenting me in my head. i did have a break through on who's getting got in this. we shall see

[gl1tchxr]

hi so i heard that you have a tragic oc ending. Wellllll im listening :D

it's not really a tragic ending. everything (most everything) turns out ok despite some tragic stuff happening on the way there

(warning for gore/body horror)

Paradox always thought there was so much untapped potential to shapeshifting. sure, anyone with the right magic can change into whatever temporary form they want, but is there any way to make it permanent? to grow back parts of yourself you've lost? to achieve total control over your own body? to become functionally immortal?

he could never try it. not with this weak, flimsy magic afforded to him from his hometown. but now the magic of a god has bonded itself to his heart, and the possibilities open up.

the first trial was a success. all the venom from a snakebite that could kill in a matter of hours, cleansed from his body in a matter of minutes.

the second took some doing. the nasty gash over his face healed easy enough, but repairing the eye was a slow, agonizing process. all that matters is that it worked, in the end, despite the strain.

the third... well it's not really a trial anymore, is it?

it was the magic of a god that finally let him hone his craft. but anything divine is a commodity, and sooner or later someone would come for it. no matter how entangled it was inside him, no matter what collateral would have to be wrought, they would have what they came for. and they took it.

did he ever need divinity? could he become immortal with only the magic he had the whole time? he must somehow be already, he thinks, because his blood keeps running despite the gaping cavity of his chest.

[lockedtowers]

anyways my favorite thing abt writing w other supernatural/fantasy muses w cassie is that technically since theyre not human chances are the fae allure wouldnt work on them (always up to writers desc ofc!!!) so i dont have to worry abt that at all lmao

[dogmasquerade]

fuck it why not.

I was gonna put this in the tags but tag limit so instead it's under here.

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perpetual war- eschaton is about what happens after the end of the world. post-rapture depending on who you ask. when reality itself unwound and respooled and tangled itself in knots and rips and tears and belief changed truth and truth became lie. when the world tore itself asunder and gave birth to its death and killed its present and past and ate the future whole. when humanity went to war against things they called angels and gods and demons and devils and spirits and aliens and beings of a thousand other names depending on who you ask.

they won.

but now what's left is constantly having little skirmishes and conflicts. the whole world ended and yet it goes on as normal (countries continue to have unnecessary conflict with each other that does not necessarily result in tangible war but nonetheless is the foreplay to many)

human modification? Oh ho ho. when the soul is an intangible organ you can seperate from the body and stick wherever you please to instantly add intelligence and massive amounts of storage space why wait? stick souls in weapons, stick them in engineered biological nightmares, stick them in doors to open them automatically. who cares if its still a living human being with a sentient mind? open the door door opener. Even if you're dead it's no respite- since the world ended your immortal soul is stuck permanently here anyway so like. you might as well work! sure a dead soul can't learn but it still has a memory and a ghost knows how to count coins right? good. operate the train ticket machine dead man.

New and terrible war machines- well as previously mentioned souls can be inserted into just about anything with far less preparation than an organic-bodied pilot would need, and it's cheaper than building a proper self-piloting mechanism. Soul transfers aren't just limited to machines though- stick them in animals, they don't mind! animal souls are usually overpowered by human intellect anyway, it's hardly a risk, and if it goes wrong just destroy it and try with another. the cost-benefit ratio is worth it when you have a siberian tiger with a human mind ripping a man's face off at your command!

once upon a time it was possible to rewrite the rules of reality and create creatures from scratch, but since the Rift closed that's no longer possible. no new shambling masses of paradoxes as weapons anymore :( but that's okay because the great fields of bioengineering and mechanical engineering still exist! if the old weapons tear themselves apart because their version of truth is Incompatible with this version, just make new ones that are compatible!

AI ruler- Only 0utRUN, and it only runs the Undergrowth. which, while it is a city large and powerful enough to rival any of the major Cities, is sworn by a trade alliance and maintains a careful neutrality between the Big Three and the Federation. although rumours of it working with the Children of the Beast are rife...

Born a soldier- ehh arguably? for all the monsters made by humanity solely for the purpose of war. like Jean-Claude. ironically enough steel soldiers, which were manufactured by Boarate specifically for use as expendable troops for wave attacks that overwhelm through sheer force of numbers, don't count as born soldiers since they were made from refugees seeking shelter in the City and had lives before their conscription.

I can never go home- for the entire world. everything and everyone who existed before the end of the world existed in a version of the world that no longer is.

uncertain future, fear as a motivator, loving your weapon (because it is yourself)- goes as mandatory

Mass produced human bodies- the norm during the wars, still practiced by Viperalm. when you can re-use fertile bodies that you've already stripped the soul from to produce more souls, why not? it's basic efficiency and saves a lot of money and time. bodies don't die without a soul after all. they're an excellent source of a wide variety of genetic materials plus organs, and viable for live testing. Viperalm makes genetically modified soldiers using samples taken from their gene storage, and uses the same gene storage as incubators.

the body is a tomb- see above.

free space- i HAVE to fuck that [REDACTED]

your gun is in pain- see "humans modified beyond recognition". a human soul makes an excellent inbuilt targeting system, but a bird or a cat does just as well.

RC robots- with souls!

Trains- the Undergrowth is a massive connection of underground subways built during the wars as a way to get between the three Cities without exposure to fallout. 0utRUN repaired and maintains the trains there, and they run 24/7. they don't ever stop. entire towns live on those infinity trains, living and dying between rails and never knowing a life without the rocking of carriages around you.

dark forest / takeover- a lot of people think this is what happened to cause the wars.

global unity against threat- during the wars. now the world's ended we're all back to seething mutual dislike.

global warming- if i ever drew a map of Eschaton it'd be pretty funny. let's just say all the seas got up and walked somewhere else. even on a local scale fallout both nuclear and metaphysical linger, affecting weather patterns

cold, clinical use of language- (:

mars base- some ancient myths say there was such things as distant lands with toxic air where argonauts rode fire breathing dragons and set down in enchanted masks. historians widely agree this is in reference to earth, of course.

crappy public services- in the Cities it depends where you live. The deepest levels of monarchist Viperalm are the richest and have excellent services, while the surface level is... not great. The sunken side of Boarate is generally better off than the land-locked aspect, although the City's communist nature means standardised public services in theory. Hyper-capitalistic Gullaxian's flying neighbourhoods look down at the unwashed masses that spill onto the mountainside, and their public services don't ever go surface-side. In the Wastes, the Federation attempts to provide some kind of responding force for disasters and attacks, but most towns and villages are self-sustaining and vary greatly in what they provide to their people. 0utRUN has thousands upon thousands of machines at its command which provide a level of public service parallel to the City's best and arguably is closest to pre-war conditions.  and the CoTB have... some services.

Extinctions- tend to happen at the end of the world. What isn't so expected is the amount of de-extinctions. when you're constantly rewriting history, you sometimes get things mixed up. Welcome back dinosaurs!

And yet despite it all, still humanity clings to hope.

Bingo card for Bad Ending to compare tropes with your own setting.

A version of my sci-fi setting where, instead of technology advancing for communication, it pursues war. Fearful planets, exploitation, and machines alive in more ways than one.

[moonstruckme]

hai lovie!!! im not sure of youve written something like this for emt!marauders yet but could you write something where they come home from work to reader lying on the floor on the hallway due to having low blood pressure and shed tried to go get something to eat or something but had started feeling faint and had to lie down? and then when they come up to reader she starts to cry because being unwell makes her anxious (im not fussed if you dont add that last part up to you <3). i had really low blood pressure the other day and bad to lie on the floor for a good two hours and it really stressed me out :< anyway thanks lovie i hope youre doing well !!!!

Thanks for requesting <3

cw: mention of dizziness, nausea, worries about being alone when unwell and also being unwell in general

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You’re half propped up with your elbow on a step when you hear the front door open. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello!” comes James’ chipper reply, followed by Sirius’ groan and the clunking of shoes as he no doubt kicks them off, beelining for the couch. After a moment of you not appearing to greet them, James asks, “Where are you?” 

“I’m—here.” You soften your voice when Sirius walks by the stairs, his step faltering as he locks eyes with you. 

His eyebrows bunch, concerned before he really knows why. “What’re you doing?” 

“I’m…” You shrug limply, trying on a helpless smile. Tears threaten to spill over from the way your eyes squish up. “I don’t feel right.” 

Sirius has only taken his first, slow step toward you, bemusement written across his features, before James and Remus are behind him at the base of the stairs. 

“Oh. Hi, angel.” James’ voice matches his expression, all gentleness, and worry hidden beneath counterfeit cheer. “Having a little lie down?” 

“Yeah,” you say. Sirius’ touch is a relief as he reaches you. He cups your face and feels your forehead, brows stitched together. You’re happy to be in capable hands. “I started to fall, so I just laid down here. I’m a bit dizzy.” 

There’s only so many of you that can fit on the stairs. James makes it to you next, crouching beside Sirius to take your hand in his and press his fingers to your pulse, so Remus is left peering over them both. He frowns, looking conflicted about his inability to help and worried in general. You try another smile for his sake; unfortunately, this time, the tears do spill. 

“Hey, don’t do that,” Sirius says, no real chiding in his tone as he knuckles them from your cheeks. 

“Sorry.” You force yourself to breathe, but new ones come anyway. It’s a slow sort of cry, the result of a good long while feeling sorry for yourself. “I just, I felt sick, so I tried to go upstairs to the toilet, but then I started to faint and I didn’t think I could make it back down to my phone, and I didn’t know when you would be home, or if anyone would find me…” 

“We’re here now, though, sweetheart,” Remus stops you gently. “It all worked out alright. You’re okay.” 

“Yeah.” You wipe underneath your eyes. “I think my blood pressure just dropped all of a sudden or something, but I still feel weird. It was scary.” 

“I think you’re right,” James says. He runs his thumb over your wrist. “I mean, I’d like to think it’s just because we’re home and you’re pleased to see us, but your heart’s going pretty fast, m’love. How long ago did you lie down here?” 

“I don’t know,” you reply, sniffling, feeling silly. “I don’t have my phone. Less than an hour, I think.” 

Remus hums. “That’s still a long while.” 

Honestly, you feel better just having your boyfriends here with you. Partly because of the security, of course, that you know you won’t faint and hit your head with no one to help you, but also, perhaps, there’s a small part of you that enjoys their fussing. The concerned set of Sirius’ brow, the way Remus’ mouth puckers thoughtfully, how James keeps rubbing his thumb over your wrist like he can soothe your heart back into its regular rhythm. 

“Well, then.” Sirius pats your hip, rising from his crouch. “Not much point in figuring it all out here, is there? C’mon, pretty girl, that step has to be killing your side.” 

It’s true; you think the edge of the step probably leaves an indent in your waist after you let Sirius haul you up, supporting you down the stairs and over to the couch. 

“I don’t feel as dizzy as I was expecting,” you admit. “Maybe I was overreacting.” 

“You?” Sirius exclaims, feigning astoundment. 

“Better to be safe,” says Remus. He claims a spot next to you quickly, as though seizing his opportunity. It makes your lips tug. “I’m glad you were careful, love.” 

You lean your head on his shoulder in a silent plea for coddling; he appeases you, pressing his lips to your hair while Sirius pinches the skin of your forearm gently. You watch him with mild interest. 

“When was the last time you drank water?” he asks. 

“Um…” You think back. 

Sirius lets go of your skin and tuts. “Yeah, seems like it’s been long enough for you not to remember.” 

“On it,” James announces, coming back from the kitchen with a large glass of water. He passes it to you over the back of the couch, and it’s so full a tiny bit spills over the rim onto your wrist, making you shiver. “It’s more common than you’d think for dehydration to do that to you. Gotta be careful.” 

“Yes,” says Remus drily, though his arm comes around your shoulders. “Rather easily avoidable.” 

You shrink, mumbling, “Sorry,” into your glass. 

James awws and bends over the back of the couch to plant a kiss on your head, his good cheer restored, genuinely now. “We all forget sometimes, lovie.” 

“Don’t enable her,” Sirius tells him. He cradles your arm in his hand, stroking the skin he’d pinched as though in apology for his treatment of it. “Don’t listen to him. It’s a grave oversight and you must repent forever.” 

“Forever?” Your smile still feels weak, but you’re coming back to yourself some. “How will I do that?” 

“Mm,” Sirius takes to kissing your arm instead, mumbling with a sternness that borders upon silly, “start with filling your water bottle every day before leaving the house, and at least three times after that.” 

You go quiet, gaze sliding to Remus skeptically. 

He raises an eyebrow. “What?” 

“Is that…really how much I’m supposed to have?”

His other eyebrow lifts, too. “Yes.” 

“Every day?” 

“Yes.” Remus laughs, exasperated. “Yes, that’s the water intake your body needs.” 

“There’s no way everyone’s doing that.” 

“They’re not,” James agrees. “Instead, everyone is getting dizzy and calling us so we can go pick them up from halfway up the stairs.” 

You bring the glass back to your lips, muttering, “I didn’t call, you just found me.” 

James kisses your head again, fiercely. “And we always will, lucky girl.”