#forever warped

[raiiny-bay]

alien emoji

[catsharky]

"I'm sorry. For everything, I mean."

Got on a big Portal 2 kick a while back and felt like doing some fanart of it for the first time since 2011. Decided to draw the scene I always wanted: Giving Wheatley a second chance.

[royalarchivist]

Forever has w̵̜̚ò̵̟k̷̥̏e̵̝͝n̸̦̚ ̷͖͐u̷͓͘p̷̤͒...

[ Translation: Wake up dad, you already slept too much. ]

[predoom]

20 years since fall out boy first played warped tour on august 10, 2004 💘 thanks for remembering, chris

[i-make-fun-of-spn-characters]

Take my "How much of an eeeevil hardcore stan are you" uquiz

According to MEEEEEEEEE

[dykedvonte]

Jimmy killing himself because he knows he is incapable of living an life without Curly and knows that in the miracle chance they were found and saved they would not let him have contact with Curly and he hates the idea he'd actually have to take responsibility.

Even if he lied, its only a matter of time before Curly is capable of showing or telling what a monster he really is, no matter what delusions tell Jimmy Curly would never do that to him.

He understands that he was the monster in everyone's worse moments but refused to accept that at the end. So he made sure that he died without the possibility of it being actualized as he's the only one that saw death as an escape rather than a release. Jimmy truly didn't believe Curly had anything to escape from even after everything and let him have what he perceived as glory as the sole survivor and thus Captain of the Tulpar.

[soath]

A fact I think many highhorsers (which, love a high horse, love generalizations, love dramatic hyperbole, love a bit of godkilling ambition, do not let me stop you) have underrated is that the gods are not weighing Kill Their Siblings vs Kill Their Children. The “deaths” on menu are wildly different! One is an oblivion, a total absence of being, true death as promised even for a god. Meanwhile the other is fear, yes, and unspeakable pain, but then transmogrification. There’s an afterlife on tap for one group but not the other. If I had to choose between throwing my siblings into the black hole of nothingness that has terrorized us since we first learned what terror was…. or shifting a bunch of our beautiful creations messily from one state of existence to another—

I think I’d make the same choice. It’s not about who’s worth more, it’s that they’re two incomparable types of destruction.

[khaopybara]

People with this kind of personality tend to be introverted, idealistic, creative, and driven by high values.

QL Characters + MBTI

[phatcatphergus]

Ugh I can’t stop thinking about how tubbo didn’t even stop to slip into the coach/purgatory mentality because he was already there. He had been stuck in purgatory the entire time he’s been back and purgatory 2 just escalated the signs. He didn’t have to stop and think about what to do when dapper was downed, he just did it.

He’s been waiting for this moment the entire time because he knows that someone is going to stab him in the back eventually. He’s been waiting for things to go back to normal and he can feel at home again. He’s been waiting for the world to right itself and fuck him over so he can fill show who he is and get back into the space he needs to without other people being appalled at him.

He never truly came back from purgatory, he just knew how to hide the fact that he isn’t home.

[halloweensongbracket]

Halloween Song Bracket

Please listen to both songs before voting.

No One Lives Forever

The Time Warp

[alpacacare-archive]

Because the tfc mercs are the 'evil shadow opposite' of their tf2 counterparts, id like to imagine that tfc medic was a genuine field doctor who cared about his job and the sanctity of it a lot.

Maybe he sincerely tried to heal and help and work with tfc heavy who only pushed him away since "nurses dont belong on the battlefield". Idk what i like better, cheavy just being like that and hating all attempts of cooperation from people he deems lesser than him, or him wanting to get closer with tfc medic but his firm beliefs and insecurities twisting that want into disgust and hatred

Im still torn about what made cmedic not stick with the tfc team in the comic, it could be this attitude they all had finally getting to him, or the much spicier 'cheavy killed him after he got tired of his ass/his own emotions getting too strong to suppress so he had to get rid of the problem'.

Now that i write this i absolutely like the second option more, it kinda makes me see the moment cheavy attacked medic in the comic in a different light. Like, he did this before. No issue getting rid of the same problem again.

(Not saying cheavy liked medic whatsoever, he didn't, he hated his guts. I imagine that by this point cheavy grew to be distant enough to almost fully suppress that need for anyone who tries to care for him again. Not to even mention how incompatible cheavy and tf2 medic are as characters. The "problem" this time is another medic trying to work with him on the battlefield, trying to protect him and care for him, trying to make him feel weak. in his head at least.)

Also makes the fact that his demise was a heavy/medic team-up even more delicious, the powerful bond he could've had but was too insecure to accept was the exact thing that killed him. after he tried to get rid of the problem the same way he did last time he had the chance to create something beautiful and stronger than he could ever be alone.

[onlyrainbowshipstbh]

New via his Insta!

[narcissusinvain]

A strange little drabble I wrote about the start of the Life Series

Listen this was originally going to the start of a fic but it got a bit too lorey to a fic that was essentially just fluff soo

*shoves this at you and runs*

________________________

You feel strange, falling through the void. 

Logically, you must know you were falling. 

Not that you’re able to tell - the strange stillness of the void (like a breath being held) allowed for no wind, and yet you were breathing. 

Why are you breathing? 

You can’t live, not in any way that matters. 

And still… you have had enough brushes with It before to know the chill sets in quick. One curious dip into the void left your fingers frostbitten and the knowledge that that death would be quick and painful, freezing you and then discarding you to be cradled in the strangely safe arms of Lady Death. 

You surely… you shouldn’t be breathing. 

Not unless…

Well.

Not unless Something wants you to. 

Stop. 

Curious… he is Realising. 

He wouldn’t be the first. Stop him. 

Of course. All the same…

What, Two?

He is far quicker than we could have expected. We have not yet fed-

He has always been subverting expectations. There is nothing to probe. Just stop him. 

A cool hand on your forehead. You jolt, arms outstretched as if you can cling onto anything in the resolute nothing. 

Quiet, player. You have played your game well.

It’s not quite a voice. The knowledge appears in your mind as It ‘speaks’ and you are soothed. You have indeed played the game well. 

And the universe said I love you because you- 

Are love. He knows this already. Why does he know this already? 

He is aware. Be quicker. Just finish it. 

You are love. You have played the game well. You can dream now. You have finished. 

This.. this isn’t how it goes. But you are soothed anyway, your arms falling back (if there really are directions here), to relax. 

To sleep. 

...

…

…

… 

How did the original go, again? 

You would rather like to sleep, to go back to dreaming. But you cannot leave a button not pressed, as it were. 

… 

And the universe said I love you because you are love. 

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. 

Why did they not want him to wake up? He wants to wake up, he thinks. 

He remembers? 

He would like to… what was it again? To be the daylight, and the night and all that other stuff, but he would much rather like to wake up, now. To stop falling in this not-quite void. 

How can he remember?

Remembrance… that’s important, too. He didn’t need the love from the Universe, not really, because he remembered he was loved. He was someone’s brother, someone’s friend, someone’s son. 

And he knew he loved them all right back. If he… 

It seems silly, but he needed his name, now. He knew there was one assigned to him that was unsteady, like a crown too big atop his head.

Some god’s name that had never quite fit the player the way it should fit those non-beings, those watchers. 

I don’t Understand. One? 

He had another one, he was sure of it. Not his god-given name, nor the one he was born with. One he had chosen. 

Why does he never Listen? 

One breath in, one breath out. 

And that alone, proved he was alive, and capable of love. 

So he harnessed his love and felt. Felt for his sister, who would speak his name in a yelp, out of breath and grinning. Felt for his brother, who would whine under the pretence of annoyance. For his best friend, who would shout it loud and unapologetically, simultaneously telling him off and egging him on. For his love, who would whisper his nickname, a smirk always found on his face. 

Grian. Grian. Grian. Grian. 

And then all at once, whatever kept Grian not-quite-falling through the not-quite-void snapped and he fell. 

He fell, and fell, and          f

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Grian fell and he took his memories, his loves and his Life with him.

Do something.

He opened his eyes. It was so dark it didn’t make much of a difference, but he at least liked the choice of it. 

Such choices. 

Between one blink and the next, sunlight began to shine brightly into Grian’s eyes; he whooped, ignoring his watering eyes because it was windy. 

And then he landed on the ground (far softer than he thought he would be) and even the ground with the rocks digging sharply into his back was a relief since he finally wasn’t fucking falling. He stood up, impatiently wiping the tears from his eyes when he paused, staring at his arm.

Three hearts were imprinted onto his forearm. 

He touched the one closest to his wrist, lightly grazing the green heart and - was he imagining it? Or was it pulsing?

Oh little Xelqua.

Did you really think you could escape that easily?

[moe-broey]

Every day I wake up, I'm full of inspiration and ambition, I lollygag a bit, I kinda skirt around it, I actively avoid The Thing I WANT to do. Then I just kinda give up and do something else.

[drfetusdaily]

todays dr fetus ...... hey man .. are you okay

9/25/24

[theia-eos]