#he will haunt your dreams

[onejellyfishplease]

You picked the wrong insect in oystfyw (that can be an acronym right?) Donnie should have been a mosquito you're proving it yourself

Beetle Donnie has some concerns...

Fear mosquitello

[anonymous525]

What if cute killer goth clown? :3

A doodle.

[rhonuscorner]

I need you all to look at this key chain my friend got me.

IT'S SO CURSED! Moony what did they do to you?🤣

Where are your stars? Your ruffles? YOUR RIBBONS AND BELLS??

The little grabby baby hands are killing me. Amazing. I love him.😂

[kittenscookie]

Percy: Hey dad?

Poseidon: Yes Percy?

Percy: I was just wondering, you used to be pretty ruthless—what changed? What made you wanna turn over a new leaf?

Poseidon: *Gets violent phantom pains in the scars he received after pushing a man with really sexy thighs way too far*

Percy: Dad?

Poseidon: *Swallows* Well son, you get older, you mature, you realize some actions were definitely out of proportion, and some lessons don't need to be relearned...

[tempestousstocking]

[sforzesco]

 Then, on his arrival in Constantinople, after much counsel with himself, considering that he was already unequal to the amount of pressing business and believing that there was no room for delay, on the twenty-eighth of March he brought the aforesaid Valens into one of the suburbs​ and with the consent of all (for no one ventured to oppose) proclaimed him Augustus. Then he adorned him with the imperial insignia and put a diadem on his head, and brought him back in his own carriage, thus having indeed a lawful partner in his power, but, as the further course of our narrative will show, one who was as compliant as a subordinate. No sooner were these arrangements perfected without disturbance than both emperors were seized with violent and lingering fevers--

AM 26.4.3-4

this was one of those illustrations that was originally supposed to be a 5 page comic until I realized I don't know anything about later roman empire architecture or visuals or art or anything, so we'll revisit that later. maybe

for right now though, these two are fascinating. we have two brothers acting as one body, even becoming ill in tandem with each other, it's giving This Throne Is Cursed. like, the last time I read about emperors coming down with life threatening illnesses, it was Caligula, and that moment in his biography marked a very specific tone shift. I spent the rest of the (first) time reading about Valens and Valentinian waiting for something comparable to Caligula's reign to happen lmao (Dio 59. 8. 1-2)

and since Caligula was already on the mind, I started thinking about Tiberius: I think he would've loved these two since he had a whole thing about twin-ification and brothers and etc etc etc. ofc, Rome is both a Mouth and a Tomb, so it's going to go badly for someone/everyone eventually, but honestly I think that Valentinian and Valens were the best we could've hoped for. like it could've been so much worse

Tiberius and the Heavenly Twins, Edward Champlin

Failure of Empire: Valens and the Roman State in the Fourth Century A.D, Noel Lenski

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[zomboivex]

Thanks.

I hate it.

[hasello]

DEAR GOD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!?! HE UGLY

[thaliasthunder]

and to think these motherfuckers all saw him as some creepy weirdo they needed to keep a safe distance from and debated to just LEAVE HIM TO DIE. i am trembling with rage i will burn them alive i will fucking stab them open i will feast with their guts i will

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

god ok because i am unable to be chill now that im thinking about it: monstrous hua cheng thoughts

emerging from the kiln changes a ghost. yes, it crystallizes their resolve into devastating power; but more than that, it distills who they are into their truest form.

hua cheng’s true form is that of a roguish, wild young man who gave up an eye to honor his god, and who dresses in the red and silver of a mother he hardly remembers.

but he has another form, just as true, that he refuses to allow His Highness to see.

it is as monstrous as he knows himself to be. his ears taper to a point; his body is tall—so tall—and emaciated. his hair flows down his back, dissipating into a thick, red-black smoke that leaves a trail of blood as it shrouds his heavy boots. all of him is sharp: his jaw, his fangs, his claws. even disgusting as this form is, it still serves His Highness. a weapon to wield against his enemies, a shield to defend his honor. this form could be forgiven for its nauseating appearance, hua cheng imagines, if not for the centerpiece of its damned face.

that eye. its sclera is red, growing darker as it approaches the slitted pupil. it glows blood-red in the darkness that shrouds this form. even in pitch darkness, the damned thing can be seen. it burns through patches, refusing to be hidden. he has clawed it out in fits of rage again and again; and each time, it returns minutes later.

this form is just as true as the one His Highness says he loves. hua cheng can’t help but imagine that should He ever see it, it might be the thing that finally disgusts Him enough to send him away. so hua cheng keeps it hidden, bound tight beneath the skins far more pleasing to His eyes.

[aro-throughyourchest]

ranboo is the person who smiles and means it fully and wholly.

ranboo is the person who chooses you after everyone else has left the room and brings up that stupid inside joke about a cabinet member who only regards you as “president” as you walk down the long winding hallway of the capital building.

ranboo is the first person to see through your eyes not past them but through them. they see the person who was carved through granite and stone and iron and still cup your face as if you’re a marble statue preserved in time.

ranboo is made of loose particles holding themselves together with sticks and twine, scared of who they are and what they may become. ranboo is like you; afraid.

ranboo is gone, replaced by a ghost that curls around you and sings songs that mean nothing and calls you stranger. not in the way they used to. “hey stranger”

but what you wouldn’t give to see that smile

[onejellyfishplease]

I mean this in the nicest way possible, unmutated Donnie looks like a heckin' MOSQUITOE

Careful, you're SUMMONING HIM

the local cryptid, mosquitello

[velolceraptor]

TW FOR BLOOD (I think)

Damn bro, what did you eat?!?

Messy eater much?

[kaddyssammlung]

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

great that they used the last minute of this episode to say nothing but ominous things that cater specifically to me and my morbid thoughts

[bleue-flora]

I don’t think I’ll ever get over how Sapnap just jumps to the book as if his friend’s suffering meant nothing, as if the Revival Book not the torture was the big takeaway (even though he should have known about the book already)…

[clip] SAPNAP: “Dream, I told you to stay in there, didn’t I?”
DREAM: “…What are you saying”
SAPNAP: “I told you to stay in there. Why did you get out?”
DREAM: “What do you mean, ‘why did I get out?!’”
SAPNAP: “Why did you get out?!
DREAM: “Oh, you want me to rot?!—I was getting tortured. You want me to rot in prison forever?!”
SAPNAP: “You’ve been tortured?—Who is torturing you?… You were getting tortured?”
DREAM: “Yeah, Quackity was torturing me.”
SAPNAP: “Quackity was torturing you?… What do you mean he was torturing you? Like literally torturing you?”
DREAM: “Yes!—He was trying to get the revival book and so he was torturing me.
SAPNAP: “The revival book?…What revival book?”
DREAM: “It’s a long story.”
SAPNAP: “Do you have it on you now?”
DREAM: “No, I don’t…”
SAPNAP: “Where is it?”

Not Purpled’s reaction of ‘that couldn’t have happened because they don’t let anyone in there’ not Foolish’s reaction of ‘is that true, Sam?’ but ‘what book? do you have it now? where is it?’ not shock or concern for his friend but greed for the very thing Dream was tortured for…