#doom's corner

[doom-spook]

Here's my most recent, I went into way more detail then planned and as a result it took forever. Since it took forever, after doing the bird and flowers, I used brushes for the clouds and background plants haha. Still overall pleased with it! Next drawing in the works I think may surpass this one?! Probably not but it'll be close

[pigin-is-so-rad]

The Watchers’ Favourites

[marimeeko]

I wake up and I find that bkdk coded MV and also this

[starstuc]

the way dazai expresses genuine gentleness and childlike emotions around chuuya will always make me go insane

[sharks3ye]

im literally so exhausted AAUGGHDHFHVB this is the reason i havent been all that active

[elany]

Yk what I want? I want a very early stages post canon labrumisu, but from Chilchuck's POV.

Imagine mister 'interparty romance is the devil' visiting court just to see these three circling each other like a pack of uniquely unhinged cats. And of course he sees it immediately, he's nothing if not perceptive and he's seen this happen so, so many times before. Kabru is hardly subtle in his fascination with Laios, who trusts him in turn more than nearly anybody else. He can see how close Mithrun and Kabru still are, even when there's little reason for the former captain to even stay in Melini. He can see where this is going. And he can see the disaster it's gonna end up in.

So he's just staring at them in horror, trying to figure out what in the world the dynamic here even is and glaring daggers at Kabru all the while for seemingly being the linchpin of this entire bullshit situation. King, his adviser and a fucking foreign noble?? Who thought THAT was a good idea! Is nobody else seeing this?? (no lol) Why is nobody objecting to this politically unsound love triangle that could literally ruin the kingdom they've only just established??

The anger! The distress! The despair when he first sees Laios getting all giddy when Mithrun so much as talks to him. Because hell, now he can't even blame the entire situation on one pretty boy insisting on having fingers in every possible pie, on political and personal level both!

And then they just. Quietly get together. All three of them. And Chil's just watching from the sidelines in complete bafflement because he's invented infinite worst case scenarios for how this will implode in all of their faces and destroy their friend group and topple the entire country and--

Instead they do. This. He'd be relieved if he wasn't so goddamn mad that he's spent months worrying about this shit just for them to resolve it in the least dramatic way possible.

Fuck this, he's taking a holiday.

[gothpossums]

hostage

[infinite-archive]

I think it's very funny that the guy traversing through this purgatory of broken memories and obscure lore is fucking Doom Guy.

It's like if Heavy TF2 were in OMORI.

[lovl3igh]

and one day the memories started coming back and sonya was once again little lizzie who just lost her brother. only this time she's never gonna get him back

[firenati0n]

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello :) thank you for the tags and for your patience and kindness! will tag back under the cut <3

writing is hard right now. life is even worse. i am doing my best! if you've shown me kindness or support recently, please know i am so incredibly grateful. i am scaling back right now, which is hard because y'all know i love to be loud and hype folks up. please know i love you anyway.

here is a snip from chapter 4 of people ruin people. total posted fic word count right now is. 4k words. short and easy.

“What if you replaced golden here with something dramatic as fuck—” “Sun-drenched?” “—like honeyed—no, wait, I fucking love that. All aboard the celestial imagery train. Destination? Billboard's Hot 100—” “Your powers of manifestation are truly remarkable.” Alex laughed into his coffee cup, one of many he'd consumed over the night. His neck and shoulders were sore from hunching over notebooks with Henry, body exhausted but brain more alive than ever. They'd been at it for hours, shoulder-to-shoulder on Alex's couch, the city lights streaming through the window, concealing any rational sense of time and space as they furiously scribbled lyrics on sheets and debated metaphors. Henry was partial to water and the elements, grounding and sure; Alex gravitated towards the sun and stars, expansive and uninhibited.  The entirety of the wings of icarus album was drenched in celestial and mythological references, painting Alex as the tragic hero doomed to fly until his wings gave out from the weight of his lofty ambitions; his bitterness towards fame and fortune had never been more evident, if not a little hypocritical. He was, after all, writing with Henry in his disproportionately expensive apartment.

xoxo roop

i miss you i miss you i miss you i love you

+ open tag bc it is late + tagging some folks back who have tagged me recently or i have seen floating about :) and some who i know are reading this wip. thank you for reading, it means the world to me!!!

@stellarmeadow @cha-melodius @wordsofhoneydew @onthewaytosomewhere @kiwiana-writes

@miharaikko @sherryvalli @thesleepyskipper @saturntheday @porcelainmortal

@run-for-chamo-miles @anincompletelist @sophie1973 @orchidscript @firstprincehornyramblings

@suseagull04 @cricketnationrise @leaves-of-laurelin @tailsbeth-writes @alasse9

@sparklepocalypse @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @celeritas2997 @14carrotghoul @lilythesilly

@henfox @msmarvelouswinchester @caterpills @firstprinced @incalamity

@shesfromboston @melisnonstop @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @tintagel-or-cockleshells

[wickmitz]

— THE ELECTRIC-FEVER REMEDY.

[doom-spook]

I recently started putting effort into my art again. I'm super slow as a result but I'm finally proud of my art again. What inspired me was this piece made for an environmental content creator and the plan was to gift it to them but that didn't work out :/ Anyways, I'm a broke college student, RedBubble coming soon?

[ifmagicexists]

i'm sure it's been said somewhere before but thinking very hard about "no man, however great, can know his destiny. like everyone he must live and learn, and so it must be for the young warlock.." like. the very first line of the entire series. explicitly said by kilgarrah to apply to merlin as well. and yet kilgarrah tried otherwise. he told merlin up front what his destiny was and tried to push him away from living through the bad things whenever possible.

and it feels like kilgarrah reflecting on everything after the fact because he thought he could change it!! he thought maybe by telling him the good stuff it could be happy this time. maybe merlin could become the greatest warlock and help arthur become a great leader and fulfil all of those prophecies and make all those great things happen but also he could kill mordred and destroy morgana and erase all his enemies and still be that great person.

except he couldn't, of course. and by telling him and trying to control the narrative kilgarrah sealed his fate; destiny doesn't allow for choices. it just doesn't work like that, and they all learned, and kilgarrah lived and learned and is left simply with that lesson: that no one can know their destiny.

[chiefcroissantdeanbanana]

pvp civilization spoilersss belowwwwwww like deadass the ending is the first sentence

I wonder what Tabi felt when she slashed Evbo, not with the sword, but with her axe?

Was it for her mission? For the greater good? Or did her feelings get to her? That she faltered, she hesitated, she doubted herself? To permanently kill someone who did everything to save you, that clung to you endlessly no matter what you did.

She can deny it all she wants, but deep inside she knows. She has come to care about him, for better or for worse. She has to see him again, with his dead eyes that glimmer with hope, with his shaking hands that grip his sword so tightly, his scars that adorn his face, the wounds he took for her. What can she say to him, after seeing him once more, knowing that the truth is out?

"So get it over with. Show me I mean nothing to you", his voice echos in her mind. His tear-filled voice, with a hint of anger, the betrayal she can feel, the sadness she can see. To face someone who did everything for you, just to kill him once again. You were no different from the others, weren't you? But no- this is different, it's... It's for the greater good! If it means killing him... Then kill him she shall.

Here's the thing though, spending almost your entire journey with that person can do things to you. Maybe she got attached. Just a little, but just enough to give him one more chance at life.

The axe slashed through his body; his eyes widen after getting his expectations turned around.

Why?

"Maybe you did mean something to me." she spoke with a hushed whisper, only saying it after the fog disappeared. Never admitting it to his face out loud, he can only think of reasons himself.

She could never say that she grew to care about him, but it's alright.

After all, actions speak louder than words.

[batsplat]

following on from this. not to always bring marc into everything (sorry marc) but if assen 2015 had happened against jorge, valentino would have very likely pulled something similar again imo. rather than what he actually did, which is approach marc almost immediately for a nice normal friendly handshake and backing off during the podium celebrations. should be noted that during laguna seca '08, valentino was very much committed to yapping at casey on the podium with the world's biggest smuggest grin on his face

partly that disparity is because jorge not marc was the direct title rival, partly it's because valentino was treating marc with kid gloves right until the second that he wasn't, which marc was seemingly entirely oblivious to. if anyone other than marc had said what he said in that presser, had then continued on with similar rhetoric during sachsenring, valentino would quite likely have gone nuclear. he's done it over less than that. his fondness for marc made him continue to exhibit uncharacteristic restraint... except that fondness unfortunately is what left valentino feeling so very betrayed when (to his eyes) marc could not leave well enough alone

[rosielefay]

hws headcannon

I've been thinking a lot about hws Sealand. I don't usually concern myself with the micro-nations, but I think his identity as an old ww2 sea fort and ultimately nothing more makes him a really beautifully tragic character.

A boy bred and born for war, made to die but now a self-proclaimed nation. He barely has a population, he's still ruled by the laws and legislation of Arthur, there's no future or growth for him.

So he'll stay as a boy. A violent boy: he spends his days watching war films, playing shooter games; sitting and waiting, no interest beyond his original purpose. He cares not for music or literature, a bit of a barbarian with his bare feet, uncut hair, black fingernails.

Rebellious in his eternal youthfulness, he's dirty and brutal and apathetic. But not with Arthur, oh no never to Arthur. An abandoned English military fort, as much of Arthur as he is himself, he remains completely obedient. They play chess, needlework together, he pulls the weeds Arthur points out to him.

An image of domestic bliss and paternalism. Except the boy never ages, never concerns himself with much beyond shooting badgers and chasing cats. And Arthur, as neglectful as ever, doesn't mind the messy shadow living in his house - the trail of muddy footprints, the dead animals in the garden, the occasional mug left out.

The one young nation who stays with him, who doesn't resist or retaliate - and its him. its him a thousand years ago, lonely and barbaric thing he was. it must be torture for him, for his ex-colonies, to watch the boy go so neglected and stay so young.