#i aint gonna question it

[toastywindow]

I may be a Dutch Hater, but I'm a Hosea Supporter

[todayisafridaynight]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

had a human au thought of Barnaby and Wally. idk doing their taxes or going through bills together since they share a house & Barnaby going "hey we could get married for tax benefits and health insurance. wait no what if i want to marry Howdy someday? it's illegal to be married to two people." Wally goes "we could get divorced" and Barnaby gets legitimately sad like:

[lollipopmixclo9]

I gave up on rendering the weapons but GUNS N' ROSES RAAAAHHH MY FAVORITE KIND OF DYNAMIC I'M SO HAPPY THEY INTERACTED IN GAME EFVWJKV

inspo from @/reikiwie-art's so we're official now ?!! ♡♡♡

[xxplastic-cubexx]

all the blond charles slander on here is so funny to me since i personally headcanon that mcavoy!charles was born blond but went brunet early on in his childhood. even if he’s not blond anymore the fact remains that he WAS once upon a time and therefore he is no less cursed than any other charles <3

once upon a time there was a blonde boys heart in a brunette .....

[asktotallyhuman]

"I would like to ask the local cleric more about their religion, as being raised with an open mind to listen and learn (and only told of one legend story for bedtime in my youth)... Father Syrus didn't hold any belief himself, but he was still enjoying listening to others of their own..."

"... but right now, I don't think they would be open to... talking with me just yet... what with my gray skin and all..." ^^;

(Wanted to ask Father Aldurn as Orchid just for laughs)

But luckily, with the magic of her charm, she's able to walk the town freely. Even enter the church, and speak to reverend Father himself.

Father Aldurn closes his book before he continues.

"The Aether, and the Nether, both places one could access with the right resources. Heaven and hell. Death brings one of three options:"

"One: A soul that is virtuous, is given the gift of "creation," spirit awakening within the paradise of the aether, free to fly and create in true paradise for eternity.

Two: A soul that is vengeful, filled with hatred and spite, is bound to eternal damnation. Dread souls to become a part of the soul-sand that covers the nether realm.

Three: Some say, that within the realm of the void exists a form of purgatory. Lost souls wander the barren wastelands of the void and the endrealm, their former beings slowly stripping away, until they become akin to a pearlless enderfolk, screaming in the dark with powers they can't control."

"If you want to learn more, my child, perhaps you would like to attend one of my sermons!"

[mythical-mithaps]

Fuck I scared myself awake.

I had a dream my Druid was at the tiefling party and chatted with Wyll then went to get her back blown out by Astarion (yknow usual party shenanigans)

But then after sex the game didn't go to morning the party just was dying down so I was like "???" And noticed Wyll wasn't in his spot and my Druid had the "drunk/hung over" condition.

So I go to talk to him but he's sitting there and before I knew it he somehow became a bloated zombie and I was like "NOOOOOO HOW?!?!" and I had to kill him because he was poisoning the area!

It was so upsetting!!!

None of the other party members seemed to realize they just thought Wyll was fine but I'm like "How'd this happen!?" And tried to use the "Speak to Dead" spell to figure out what happened but then I woke up :(

TLDR: Bring Wyll in your party more!! Scary dreams like that could mean you're not using him enough! :<

[zimisnotdrifting]

Is Zipbomb strong enough to survive a piano falling on his head?

Idk I don't think about these things

(The tags contain an off topic ramble.)

[koicrimes]

yall, one time I told this girl I was talking to that I had bad writer's block and she responded with "well why don't you use chatgpt for your writing then?" and I never told anyone but that's haunted me for like 2 years now, and I just had to get it off my chest.

[unhingedkinfessions]

Day #4 of sending daily kinfessions to @unhingedkinfessions as if they were my diary until they get tired of me

Date: Sunday, March 3rd, 2024

Theme of today's kinfession: New kinsider + updates

Dear diary @unhingedkinfessions

Okay first of all HELPPPP not me kinsidering (very lowkey but still) from HARRY POTTER!!! NOT THE TERF SOURCE 😔. Like ik kinning from there is normal, but stilllll. Anyways, i think that i may be Nymphadora Tonks, but idk idk. It's a very lowkey kinsider but still 🤷

ALSO, updates on the ATLA/TLOK stuff: I THINK I'M GETTING ROHAN MEMORIES, finally a little bit of clearness 🙏. I remember a little bit from the temple and my relationship with my siblings :). Milo made fun of me all the time help. And i think i was a gay man too wich is funny.

Thank you again for listening i hope ya'll are surprised for my consistency sending this asks 😼

Sincerely: daily anon

Questions of the day for the mods (so they don't get tired of me for now)

Do ya'll have siblings? Is your relationship with them good?

Did ya'll listen to Tom Cardy? What do you think of his songs?

Bonus questions coz i'm feeling generous

Do you guys have a song that perfectly, and i'm saying PERFECTLY fits a kin of ya'll? Mine is Sunday Bloody Sunday (from U2) for my Matt Murdock kin :D!

"like i know kinning from there is normal-" WOAH there pal i gotta stop you there. not in my fucking house! dont care if its a kinsider keep that shit to yourself when it comes to stuff causing irl harm lmao? or stop engaging w the source at all maybe???? jesus. ur acting like its sooo quirky good for you i guess. skipped the ask for a second and was about to say you were being way too personal with the sibling question until i read That. some of you are getting wayyyy too comfortable whoever said we needed rent lowering gunshots w uhkf was right . but at least you got to day 4! cocks gun does anyone wanna try and go for day 5

[citrus-blade]

I hate being sick

All I wanna do it write my silly little dreamnoblade fanfiction while being wrapped in my silly little blanket and chatting with my silly little online friends but NAH

[todayisafridaynight]

what are your interests that aren’t yakuza

uhm. a lot !!! I think !!!

[lilandraws]

scenes from my fics 1/? — Presentation for Two, Please

This was not what Tadashi had in mind when Elsa had shyly asked him to come over to her apartment after their anniversary dinner. The atmosphere was right: moody lighting, jazz music, great wine, and alone time. He didn't expect her to whip out a projector and a 200-page academic thesis paper, though. Who said powerpoint presentations can't be romantic?

Or, Elsa proposes in the nerdiest way possible.

Bonus:

(kisses are so hard to draw, i’ve been tryna make them kiss for half a week now)

*:･ﾟ✧ — commissions are open -> more info here

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

writing poetry sometimes feels like you gotta cut yourself open to express it idk smear all your organs all over the page and hope somebody else reads something beautiful. is that like divination the way it's expressed in various places and things? I dunno. poetry never slides off your skin like water off a duck's back. it's from within I think. sometimes you have to tear yourself apart to get at the words and sometimes it just wells up from within and gushes out. always from somewhere deep inside. sometimes it's difficult and horrible and painful but the alternative would be worse. sometimes it's from sheer joy that must overflow into words. I think that's beautiful personally. skin splitting from joy. it happens, I think, to us all at some point. or maybe I'm just a creature of extremes. maybe that online test I did because a friend recommended it is true. it said my symptoms were high. I don't know. maybe it is true, maybe it's not. I read a book once where there was a character named Nathan Hill-and-Dale, and while I'm not nearly as extreme as he was portrayed, in my extremes, I know I'm a fairly volatile person. funny, for most people who see me IRL seem to think that I'm fairly calm. nope, I'm a volcano. watch out, even when I'm apparently calm I might blow up one way or the other. one of my residents' family members said today that I was young and bubbly and she was glad to see it because happiness is the prerogative of the young. a part of me wished I told her. I have actively tried to kill myself once; I have come extremely close to the same actions countless times including yesterday; I would sooner hurt myself than others; if I had my own choice I would simply starve. of course I didn't tell her. sometimes I think I'll never get better. at this point I would consider it a very high chance that I will either die by suicide or end up in hospital following an attempt. not now, of course. but despite my fierce love for my course it has stress associated with it and I think that it's very likely that no psych help on earth would fix my mental health enough for that not to be an option mentally in this short time. I think it's possible to recover from all of the things I struggle with. God help me, I hope it is. the real question is whether I will survive long enough to recover from them. and the answer? I know not. I was reminded of a past interaction with the boy today, where he called my name - I turned - his grandfather, a photographer, was waiting to see if he could get a decent photo, for we were at a church conference and he was trying to get photos everywhere. they were laughing. I could not help but laugh. that memory is tainted now, for he would not look at me now, let alone try to pull such a stunt again. I don't blame him. I don't blame anyone for it. I wonder what would happen if I blocked all my friends on discord; who would seek me out? part of me hopes people would, another part hopes they would not. sometimes I just want to be left alone to curl up and die. it would be easier. so much easier than living, and living, and living. I tried writing poetry just now. it felt like trying to cut myself open, I couldn't get the words out. it only made me feel rather wild. I'm desperate for change, for something. something. what is that something? I don't know. did you know I'm a sadist? I would not in a public place express the thoughts that led me to that conclusion. but I am. I wish I wasn't. there's an obvious solution to that. quick, and easy. so easy. too easy. I tried writing poetry, and then instead of writing anything coherent, I wrote this.

[unsettlingcreature]

Slowly reconfiguring my altar space but I'm gently adding Halloween decorations as September passes and October approaches, I'm personally obsessed with the little ghost lights. Anyway I don't have a dedicated sideblog for this stuff anymore so I'm just slapping it on main :)

[whiskingskin]

Yo guess who just finished A Court Of Thorns and Roses