#holy fuck it has been how long??

[frijae]

from the landscape, a sense of scale on Ao3 sukuna/uraume explicit part 1 of 2, 4.8k words sukuna and uraume, a short history:

It was the first time he had said their name tonight and he spoke as if the very shape of it in his mouth was something reverent, a form of worship to be laid at the altar of Uraume’s body. Even if they had killed their gods and burnt their sacred texts long ago, this was a kind of devotion that Uraume still understood, if only because it was a mirror held up to their own. “I am here, my lord.”

written for the last day of jjk rarepair week. come say hi on twitter!

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

"See you tomorrow"

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 4 [prev parts]

[colorful-horses]

Hasbro heard about Monster High making a comeback and they came out mad as FUCK with these dolls

[backhurtyy]

not your intended dose

"Based on these symptoms and the tests we ran, I’m diagnosing you with type one diabetes.”

Jamie blinks once, twice. He expected— well, he doesn’t know what he expected. To have more of a reaction, maybe. Fear, relief, sorrow, something other than the sort of numbness and vague sense of confusion that he feels now. Something other than a spark of recognition, because—

“Ain’t that what Nick Jonas has?” He asks, squinting into the distance. “And Nacho?”

or,

jamie is diagnosed with diabetes. it changes everything, and also nothing.

27.6k | rated t | diabetic!jamie, established royjamie, hurt/comfort

written for @royjamiebingo for the boss ass bitch challenge, fulfilling the prompts candles, sharing clothes, hospital, love letter, and “i don’t know what happened”

bingo card below the cut for anyone who’s curious to see where i'm at :)

[moe-broey]

GOD I would HATE to be stuck at a family dinner with them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I would NOT fucking survive, the vibes alone would do 1000 points poison damage to me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also JUST. JUST.

THE VIBES. ARE RANCID. SHARENA DARLING YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS (ALFPNSE TOO BUT DEAR LORD. Sharena LITERALLY was just told to Don't Speak Unless Spoken To RANCID. RANCID FUCKING FAMILY)

[mxrisacoulter]

endless gifs of marisa coulter ~(33/?)

[moeblob]

I normally don't repost my art like this but since most of these are just posted as one picture I also don't wanna reblog a lot of posts. So! Please look at my Dream Wardens. I love them so much.

For the outfit meme thing btw, I would like to point out they don't really need sleep and they exist to work so no need for fun outfits. HOWEVER! Marcus and Colette's ties are the other's eye colors. Sil and Luce have gray ties because Luce was more recent (still a hundred years of partnership) so it's pretty much "you're being scored to make sure you can keep the job" and they eventually would get ties to match the other's eyes color.

The basic premise is! They live in a realm filled with dreams which they have to keep watch over to make sure don't escape. Whether dreams or nightmares, they must be contained. So it's kind of like a prison - each person has a cell that contains their dreams. There are.... a lot of wardens. But each "floor" has eight wardens and it's a circle where the wardens work in pairs. So Marcus and Colette are the focused pair and then they make rounds, they'll end the shift in a rest area where they either hang out with Luce and Sil or Sophia and Ruby. Those are the four they interact with while those four have another duo that they meet on their rounds.

The wardens cannot die. Literally impossble. They can get injured but it heals really quickly. So while Marcus would prefer to not be impaled (again) it wouldn't actually kill him. He'd just be sore.

They also just do not age. So they're centuries old. That said, for a while Colette had a different partner who retired and she got Marcus... and Marcus was incredibly quiet and reserved and scared of messing up for like 10 years before he started to warm up to her. (Time do be feelin' different there) And then he opens up a bit to Sil and Robert who was his partner at the time. And then hundreds of years pass and Marcus is super comfy with them (Sophia and Ruby still intimidate him a bit but that's different) and suddenly! No more Robert. Now it's Luce. And Marcus spends five years avoiding any and all conversations with him because oh no he's hot. Sil gets interrogated by Luce because "have I offended him in some way? he won't even look at me" and Sil is just "dude's shy. took him ages to warm up to me and my previous partner" and eventually Marcus laughs at something Colette says and Luce is like "ohhhhh nooooo I'm doomed he's so cute". While the entire time Marcus has been refusing to attempt conversation because "no he's handsome I'm doomed since I'm bad at conversations".

And they mention Robert sometimes (Colette, Marcus, and Sil) around Luce and Marcus seems chill about it. But then Marcus gets a serious injury that will recover but it would impact his job too much to patrol without a head so they send a temp replacement and it's Robert. And Sil is like "oh oh trade you Luce for my old partner give him" and Colette "are you kidding? you had him for sooooo long I wanna patrol with Robert now! it's only gonna be a little while!" and Robert just .... doesn't wanna be there. And when Marcus is fit to return he begs the people in charge of their routes to NOT LET ROBERT LEAVE until he can say hi and they let him. Unfortunately it involves Marcus busting into the break room saying "ROBBIE ROB!" and Robert sighing but standing up and extending his arms for a hug. Two pats on Marcus' back. and "okay bye". Luce is left in absolute despair cause he's never seen Marcus that happy oh boy.

Anyway my dream wardens mean a lot to me and I really miss them now.

[heayn]

quentin tarantino and zack snyder did near irreparable damage to how the general public sees superman and it just makes me

[drbtinglecannon]

Hm yeah Frimmel is kinda driving me insane nowadays

[shireduchess]

listen...listen... idk man i didn't expect downfall to hit me as hard as it did. but i'm at the end of ep101 and i have cried more maybe than during any other part of this story...and what a story within a story downfall is

it's about faith, the faith the mortals have in the gods and that the gods have in mortals, the faith in their creations, in and for their love of each other. and there is something so moving and intoxicating and emotional about that depiction, of gods deciding to become mortals to achieve an end goal, but of learning how much mortals love and feel and suffer

just the love between them all, everyone depicted. the wildmother and the lawbearer... the emissary.... trist and ayden, the everlight and the dawnfather... fucking just....everyone

idk man this sort of tragic story really just gets me so so so fucking bad, it hits me in such a unique way

[dimitrscu]

writing about my elden ring oc has been my comfort thing for the last two years but since this dlc i genuinely can’t bring myself to enjoy it anymore. miquella, the haligtree and even malenia feel so different to me now

[gibbearish]

btw similar to the whole "if you try adderall at a party and it calms you down, get an adhd test" thing, if at some point in your life you try microdosing shrooms with a friend and end up feeling like a functional person for the first time in your life, get tested for depression. like yeah hallucinogens come with elation so youre probably gonna have some "this is the best ive ever felt in my life" vibes regardless, but like. if that in and of itself feels like finally breathing in for the first time in years, thats for sure a sign that something is up with your ability to process serotonin most of the time. feeling better than ever before should be a nice bonus, not a crushing weight off your chest

[blackjackkent]

OK, there are a bunch of other buildings in this area that will definitely need checked out, but for right now, let's go back into the House of Healing, because we need to avenge Arabella's parents and also maybe find something relating to the whole Thaniel business.

There's another of the creepy undead nurses in the front hall; she looked Hector over and then decided he was "not so well, but well enough to wait" and instructed him to "join the line."

There is, to be clear, no line, and the place is incredibly empty.

Hector then had a series of potential options, each slightly more amusing than the last, for deceiving the nurse, the ultimate goal being to get in to see the doctor - presumably Malus:

My favorite part is that #4 isn't deception. I guess at this point it can be safely assumed Hector is feeling pretty fucked up internally. :P

The monk line is tempting but as we know, Hector never defaults to deception, so we'll go with the persuasion one.

"Wait! My wounds may not be visible on the outside, but I still need help!"

Narrator: There's a hint of recognition in her eyes as she studies you.

(Her eyes are covered, game. What is going on with the writing in this section? :P )

"The unseen wounds of war. The doctor's hand will close them. Down to the theater. Be swift. Be saved."

Huh. I think Hector is as surprised as anyone that that worked.

OK, on into the theater, where Malus is still saying creepy and unsettling things over the body of someone who is, astonishingly, not dead but looks like he might be soon:

In we go!

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"The objective of the scalpel, sisters, is to soothe," Malus Thorm is saying in a slow, even tone as Hector and his companions approach. "For the scalpel, indeed, is an extension of Shar..."

His voice is mellow, almost soothing, but his appearance is anything but. It seems at a glance as if he was once an elf - a drow, perhaps - but his body is mutilated almost beyond recognition. His arms from the elbow down have been replaced by horrifying mechanical claws tipped with delicately-pointed scalpels. His legs, too, have been replaced at the knee with an repellant combination of flesh and metal, extending the limbs to almost twice their normal length.

His eyes are covered by a set of goggles wrapped around his head, masking his gaze, and on his forehead sits a strange dark mirror. His skin is scarred and pockmarked and inlaid with a design of what appears to be gold filigree burned into his flesh.

His voice rings with madness and his clothes, once fine, are stained with blood.

"See," he croons, "how the patient reacts when I but stroke the right nerve. Hear its comfort. Hear the very melody of mercy..."

He draws one of the scalpel-claws across the ripped, ragged skin of the human man bound on the operating table. The man whimpers miserably, too exhausted to scream, his bloodsoaked features contorting with pain.

Malus turns his head, surveying one of the swaying undead nurses next to him. "Pray, sister," he says mildly, as if directing a child in a minor bit school exercise. "Show us the extent of your beneficence."

The nurse lurches forward, her rigor-mortis grip tight around the hilt of a small surgical knife. With a clumsy slash, she sinks it into the "patient's" belly. The man mewls and squirms weakly as it scores a deep red line through his flesh.

"Stop!" Malus bellows. The nurse draws back at once, pulling the knife from the wound. "Stay your hand," the mad doctor continues, his voice at once returning to its original calm, even rhythm. "For it slaps where it should stroke. We can hardly hear the patient's sighs of solace..." A slight pause. Then he smirks. "Perhaps it is our unexpected audience that makes you quiver..."

He turns slowly on those strange, gangly legs, looking down at Hector standing in the doorway of the surgical theater.

"Come!" the doctor cries, his tone horribly jovial. "Step forward! You are no sister, but that matters none. Every student is welcome."

It is taking all of Hector's self-discipline not to be sick on the floor. The place reeks of blood and viscera and the abject cruelty on display is abhorrent. Surely even Shar does not indulge such atrocity.

How many servants of Selune have lain under this man's blade? How many has he tortured and bled out, mocking them with his madness?

Did Komira and Locke die in this room?

His arms are crossed tight on his chest, his fingers curled into fists; his jaw trembles with how tightly it is clenched.

"You will stop this sick spectacle at once," he says, each word cold as ice through clenched teeth. At his side, he sees Karlach give him a sharp sideways glance; she has never seen him quite so visibly disgusted and angry.

"Sick?" Malus smiles brightly, the blankness of his goggles lending an even more maniacal air to the words. "Quite. But on the cusp of a cure..."

"Absence..." murmurs one of the nurses, as if responding to a litany.

"Absence..." Malus agrees softly. He turns to look again at his "patient," and raises one of his clawed mechanical hands. "No other word captures the heart of Shar so perfectly...it is the scalpel-led journey from pain...to peace..."

Punctuating each word, he stabs downward twice. The man has no voice left to cry out, but writhes in agony as blood pours from his emptied eye sockets.

"A stinging truth..." Shadowheart murmurs unsteadily. "But...a truth nevertheless..."

She is lucky, perhaps, that there is a greater threat to be concerned with here, or he would absolutely turn and lash out at her for that. A sudden incandescent rage is rising in Hector's chest - fueled in part by everything he has been forced to participate in, walking through temples and altars and corrupted fields of his goddess's enemy, but set to light but the brutality that is now before him. He has stood by Shadowheart as an ally in suffering, but if she can see what he sees here and condone it, there is no hope for her.

Were he calmer, perhaps he would hear the halting tone in her voice, the struggle to speak, just as Lae'zel struggled for words as she saw Vlaakith's power crumbling away. But he is hearing nothing but his own fury now, and his eyes are fixed on Malus as if they could burn a hole through his blasphemous skull.

"See?" Malus crows gleefully, entirely unaware of the drama playing out before him. "What is the light of eyes but the cancer that causes one to witness the laceration of being?" He steps forward off the surgical platform with lithe, alien steps, closing the distance between himself and Hector eagerly. "If light is the symptom, then darkness is the cure, for in light there is presence, but in darkness there is absence."

"In light is presence...in darkness absence..." the nurses intone in response.

"But you..." Malus comes to a halt in front of Hector and presses the tips of his clawed arm against his chest. "Look," he sneers, "how the succour of Shar eludes you. See how painfully *present* you remain..."

He twists the mechanical hand so it lifts, draws ever-so-gently along Hector's cheek. "We do not wish to see you suffer so," he croons. "Let us cure you..."

Perhaps, were he a stronger man, he would continue to speak with this abomination - call on Selune and his own hard-won knowledge to find a way to learn what they came here to learn, something of Thaniel or Zevlor or Ketheric...

But in this moment, something has snapped inside him. It is too much, all of it. It has been too much for days in this horrible darkness so far from his goddess and he finds he can no longer bear it. This last bit of cruelty is too much, and he has no more words left.

Attack.

A hoarse, wordless cry breaks from him and in a single smooth motion he pulls his quarterstaff from his back and swings it to smash with a dull, bone-crunching thud into Malus's face.

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool