#i'm honestly not sure how to tag this!

[mx-nix-winks]

Forgotten Gods [drabble/prologue?] future dca/reader

You found the old ruins on accident [everyone only ever finds the ruins on accident], because you had strayed from the group, distracted by a pretty creature, and then wound up lost.

You were a cocktail of mixed up emotions; the excitement and thrill of exploring new hidden treasures, and the cold sharp prickle of fear gripping tight around your throat.

You didn’t think you had wandered all that far before realizing the others weren’t with you, so you didn’t expect to get so lost so quickly. But here you were, each time taking a step in the direction that you thought would lead you home instead seeming to spin beneath your foot and land you in a completely different place. Almost like the forest was playing with you.

You… weren’t sure if it was the friendly or not-so-friendly kind of playing with you BUT! You would hope! Until proven otherwise! No need to give ideas or borrow trouble from tomorrow.

So when you came upon the large ruins you didn’t stop until right up against the edge of the stairs leading up. You were curious- there weren’t supposed to be any buildings near where your group was hiking and staying but the stone was old- weather worn and draped in moss and vines.

The stone was rough against your fingertips, but not as corrugated or crumbling as you expected it to be. The stone was washed in greens from the forest but you could see spots where grey stone shone through. Or was it grey marble? It was hard to tell- but whatever it was, it had stood against time and weather so well that there was hardly any damage. A column here or there was starting to crumble, and a few spots of the walls were missing pieces or had large cracks but overall it looked not to be as damaged as you expected for what you assumed was a temple from the roman period.

Curious, you went to step forward, pausing for a moment before your foot hit the first step, something in you listening for something you couldn’t quite place. You tilted your head to the side, waiting, listening- hearing nothing but birdsong and the regular noises of the forest.

So why were you holding your breath?

A quiet exhale.

A steadying inhale.

A pause, and then, “Hello!”

Immediately heat filled your cheeks as you heard your own voice seemingly echo in the the quite obviously empty area devoid of people.

“I, uh, just wanted to explore a bit if that’s okay?” Stars above you were talking to thin air and looking like a fool for asking it for permission.

“I wont hurt anything or take anything, honest! But- uh, I’m curious.” You flashed a smile around the temple and forest as if this was a totally normal thing to do – talking to thin air as if you weren’t some kind of unhinged person slowly loosing it- and then added, “if, uh, if you’d like me to leave. Please let me know? UH! In a safe way!! If you don’t mind!”

And then you set your foot down on the first step.

…

Nothing happened.

Your face burned but luckily no one was here to witness your embarrassment and you quickly climbed the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a grand entryway, certainly the kind that kings and gods were given back in the roman days. Tufts of orange and blue cloth waved softly in the light breeze, the edges torn and the length shortened to just reaching halfway down the opening archway. Ten feet still too high for you to reach. Stars this place made you feel short.

You peeked your head in the entryway and the sight made you gasp.

“Oh my…” you wandered in, a bit starstruck and still rambling to the air because somehow it felt right, felt proper to do so, “oh wow oh wow oh wow…” you spun in a circle in the middle of the main temple area, looking up at the ceiling just to loose your breath all over again.

“Oh stars above…. That’s gorgeous.”

And it was- a magnificent mural stretching all across the ceiling, a deep midnight blue with bright pops of white, stars and constellations spilling across the ceiling until at the edges where they kissed the walls, it transitioned through purples and pinks to wash the walls in soft warm oranges and yellows.

The colors were faded just a bit but it took almost nothing to imagine them bright in their full fresh splendor.

The temple was beautiful and looked more as if it had been hidden out of sight instead of knowingly abandoned or forgotten. Tall spiraling columns painted like warm firelight spiraled up to meet the ceiling, fading to white at the tops and looking almost like clouds against the starry backdrop. Dust was inches thick on any flat surface, even coating the tops of some of the rounded spheres and carvings.

Your feet made a trail in dust coating the floor that you only just now noticed and cringed, feeling bad for disturbing such a peaceful stillness. But it was short lived as that childish feeling bubbled up in you, the want of jumping into a perfectly still pool to cause ripples and splashes, disrupting the stillness with your chaos. And as you glanced around, you reminded yourself that no one else was here to see you make a fool of yourself. To indulge in your inner childish wants. So you backed up along your previous trail to the archway again before closing your eyes and trying to shake out your jitters.

It was fine, no one was here, no one would see, and- well, really. What was the harm? You hadn’t let yourself do something silly and fun in a bit so.

Eyes snapping open you started off at a giggling run before spinning in the middle, glancing up at the rotating stars above you, before a laugh burst out of you. Once you started you could hardly stop- laughter and giggles escaping you as you ran and jumped around the temple, hooking a hand and arm around a column to swing yourself in a circle around it and off to the next one.

It was silly and childish and maybe a little stupid to do but as you found yourself in a heap on the dirty ground, chest heaving with exertion and laughter, you grinned at the sight of the spinning and looping trails of your foot prints through the dust on the floor. Like a painting you made with hops, jumps, slides, and occasional falls.

A last laugh bubbled out of you as you laid your head back down catching your breath.

Silly…

You giggled in response then paused.

Did… Did you just hear something?

Cheeks burning already in embarrassment you propped yourself up on your elbows then onto your hands, sitting up to look and see which person was present for your embarrassment.

But there was no one there. No matter which direction you looked, you could not see or hear anyone despite feeling like someone was laughing. Maybe not directly at you but- well. You were being a bit silly.

And as if to prove the point you stuck your tongue out at whoever or whatever it was that was laughing.

You think that made the feeling of laughter stronger.

With a soft chuckle at yourself you climbed back up to your feet and started exploring a bit more. There were all the normal things you thought would be in a temple- rows of stone? Marble? Benches to sit on- offering pedestals, symbols all over the columns, walls and interior of the temple. But it was missing one thing.

The statue of what god this temple belonged to.

You searched and searched and finally came to a stop at the very back of the temple where it seemed like there had maybe been a statue at some point. Maybe. Or maybe it was where another column was supposed to have been. Though when checking upwards it did not seem like there was a gap in the night sky above you. So that seemed unlikely.

You kneeled down and traced your fingers across the jagged stone on the floor gently. It had less dust on it than the entire rest of the place making you frown. If there had been a statue here, then it was removed more recently than the rest of this place had been lost.

Strange… you hadn’t seen any other tracks in here before your spinning silly escapade around the main temple.

“I wonder who you are…” you mumbled softly before glancing up and around, searching and analyzing the symbols around you, “I don’t suppose you could give me a clue, could you?” you half joked half earnestly asked, not really expecting an answer.

A loud creak of a door startled you into a yelp that landed you on your butt, heart thudding in your chest as your head whipped wildly around looking for the person who had made the noise. For a moment there was only the sound of your fast breathing before your curiosity took over and you climbed to your feet, eagerly tip toeing towards the source of the sound you heard.

Around the corner you found the door, wooden with chipped paint that you ran soft fingers across. It looked like a painting of something but you couldn’t quite make out what- too much of it had come off over time, peeling and chipping, until you could really only make out faint colors.

Easing in through the door, as you really did not want to push it open and make that horrible loud noise again, you slipped between the opening and into another room. Slightly smaller than the main temple room but immediately it was different. The main temple was gorgeous but this, this was a riot of colors.

Across the walls and even the floors and ceilings were covered in color. Murals and paintings and images that clashed with each other and seemed to have been made at different times with different skill levels covered the whole room. There were masterpieces next to stick figures next to brightly colored paintings where the colors wobbled all over inside and outside of the lines. It made you laugh.

A third of the way into the room it started sloping down and around, like a- oh what were those things called? The ones where they dipped down with seating for plays? It was that- whatever it was, with the stage front and center. There looked to be more tattered cloth hanging from the framing in front of the stage. It was badly aged, the wood rotting and missing in many spots, but you could still make out that it probably once held curtains to open and close in front of the stage.

The stage ground was luckily carved out of the same material as the floor so you felt stable climbing up the side and onto the stagefloor. The back wall was painted with a sunset or a sunrise, you weren’t sure which, but it was beautiful even if the paint was missing and faded much more here than in the main temple. You wondered why that was.

You found the remnants of what you assumed were various props and even some background set pieces, all made of wood and thus very much weathering away and decomposing. But the images of bright colors and fabrics, of laughter echoing in here as plays were put on, it made the smile on your face hurt your cheeks as it went so wide.

“Stars there must have been so much fun here,” you spun on one heel to face back out from the stage and washed your eyes over the whole room. A stage for plays and walls covered in art from kids and adults and whoever else. The place must have been echoing with laughter at one point.

It was so unlike any other temple you’d ever heard about. But surely this still was a temple? There were offering pedestals and even what you assumed was the spot where the god’s statue must have once resided.

A loud and sudden branch cracking startled you into another yelp and jump, hand clenching the front of your shirt as your heart beat against it. You crept down off the stage slowly and quietly before hesitantly making your way towards the door leading back into the main temple. You could hear more and more branches snapping and crunching underfoot and some faint hollering. As you edged towards the door you realized it was your name being called.

Oh! You’d been noticed missing! That was good!

But you felt a bit sad that you couldn’t continue exploring the temple, you were sure there were more treasures to uncover like this theater room but the voices calling your name started turning away and you were hit with the fear of being lost in the woods alone again and started rushing through the main temple, a call almost on your lips but holding back for some reason.

You paused under the arch, in the threshold of the temple, glancing back for a long moment.

Then, mind made up, you grinned made a silly finger gun gesture towards the temple and said “I’ll be back! Promise!” and then you shot off down the stairs and only shouting back towards the group once you hit the dirt, “Over here! I’m over here y’all!”

You nearly skidded right into them, they were so much closer than they had sounded, and a few of you let out little eeps of screams at the near collision.

“Where on earth were you?!” Marcy’s tone was exasperated but you could see in her eyes that she had been worried. Her hands reached out and pulled you into a hug that startled an oof and a giggle out of you.

“Sorry! Sorry! I got distracted! But I was right here!” you hugged her back before jerking your thumb behind you and towards the temple. Marcy gave you an unconvinced hum before letting you go.

“Well don’t do that again. We’re in enough trouble as it is.”

You winced, “oh…. Sorry.”

Khali elbowed you in the side with a laugh, “hey, what’s done is done. Let’s get back before they send a search team out for us next.”

You laughed, “fine, fine, but you guys! I’ve gotta tell you all about what I fou-oh. uh. H-hi Kerry…”

The tall man glared down at you, unimpressed, arms crossed and mouth set in a firm line. He always made you feel skittish- a feeling that you hated so much that you tried to fight it. You didn’t like it when others tried to make people feel small.

You forcibly straightened your back so that you didn’t slouch and tried to meet his eyes head on.

“We found her Kerry, let’s head back.”

Kerry’s eyes took a moment to shift from yours to Marcy’s firm tone and straight face. He looked unimpressed as always, a near static expression on his face, and his eyes flickered back to you just as you started to relax sending all the tension rushing back to your shoulders and chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to separate from the group,” just because you disliked him didn’t mean he wasn’t owed an apology for your trouble, “promise I’ll be more careful.”

His lips twisted in distaste but he didn’t say anything before turning around and leading the way back towards the rest of the group. He un-clipped his radio, switching it on and reporting back “Hiker’s been found. Returning to base camp.” His eyes cut back to you over his shoulder as he re-clipped the radio, “you’re on cleanup duty.”

You grimaced. Yeah, alright that was probably fair.

But tomorrow, maybe during free time…

You glanced behind you with a small smile but you were already too far away to see the temple. No matter- you were sure you could find it again.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

The pishacha are manifestations of evil itself, locked within a cursed amulet. The wearer of the amulet is at the mercy of the demon, known for possessing humans and feeding off their host's chakra energy. However, if symbiosis is achieved, the pishacha can grant its host a myriad of powerful abilities.

I just needed to draw something cool okay. I needed to draw some cool goop and some cool looks okay. okay. if I didn't post this I would have exploded okay

[wistfulwatcher]

2.05 The Aftermath | 5.01 Nameless, Faceless

[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]

[dragon-spaghetti]

Made this for a friend but may as well post; how I personally try to draw liquids ✨

[wilwheaton]

hey I just noticed in the past few months you have a lot of tags where you used to not tag much at all, I thought I'd mention since I'm not sure if you were doing it on purpose :P

I changed a setting somewhere, so previous tags would be preserved in reblogs. Maybe that's it? I think my tumblr thingy is like 98% reblogs.

[r0semultiverse]

Hey, Jake & Jack fans, is this anything?

Both men imprisoned (literal & metaphorical).

Both offered an out from their current predicament by an outside force (arguably in the case of Brain Ghost Dirk).

Both have loose ties to Lord English visually.

Yellow initial glow & Gamzee involvement too.

Sometimes a guy just needs to explode (same pose too).

Both dual wielding weapons.

That same said weapon type (for Jack Noir) having killed Jane Crocker.

It's really looking like Jake is going to do her in.

I would also like to point out that we've had interactions involving these three (Jane, Jake, and Brain Ghost Dirk) before that consisted of similar topics & themes.

Brain Ghost Dirk implying that he's just there as moral support, a manifestation of Jake's powers, and as a coping mechanism. Jane also talking about ruling an empire with him while talking down to him, similar to how she saw and/or still sees him in Beyond Canon's Candy timeline. Jake also being uncertain about doing anything to harm her despite all the bad things she's doing.

Brain Ghost Dirk going away tells us that Jake's more hopeful than he's ever been. This is the moment where he is the most sure of his decisions than he's ever been in his life, whatever those decisions may be in regards to Jane and how to handle this situation.

He is probably going to shoot Jane down, quite literally. I would also argue that after all this time, the lad isn't beating the Lord English allegations. We might as well have a parallel of him killing Jane much like how Jack Noir killed her right before he got possessed by Lil Cal & given some of Lord English's immense power.

Alternatively maybe we'll get to see what the power of hope or hope bullets can do to someone whose done so much wrong & come so far off the deep end in terms of moral wrongdoings. Maybe with every shot that hits her, she'll begin to be swayed to the side of good & start to self-reflect.

I'm still not fully convinced that Gamzee actually cured Tavros' peanut allergy, I mean just look at the panel.

This could absolutely be interpreted as Jake injecting his hope power into the epipen and by proxy injecting both his power & the epipen into his son! If younger Jake is strong enough to defeat Grimbark Jade, then adult Jake might just be strong enough to defeat a peanut allergy is all I'm saying! In fact, now that I'm rambling about it, this seems like the more likely outcome is Jake's hope power swaying or (in the very least) confusing Jane mid-fight. Hope bullets, they would look cool & would be pretty strong!

The power of believing in others & wanting things to change can be a strong tool indeed, Mister English.

If there's one person who still believes in changing Jane's mind (or bringing her back to proper canonicity depending on how you interpret the recent lore), it would be Jake English, the believer.

Okay, maybe this is something! Tally ho!

[yelow-heart]

Welcome twt immigrants or just newcomers o///

Every week a new wave of twt refugees arrive and so I decided to put together a tumblr 101 to keep ur experience the most stress free and safe as possible

So here it goes:

You can delete comments or plain out disable comments from your posts! So much control.

You can also edit your posts. It even was a meme back on the olden days where a post would go viral and then the op (original poster) would change the post to something silly and the reblogers would look like wierdos or dumdums lol

You can disable your asks or make a rule so people can't ask as anonymous

Report spams!! You can even get rewarded for it. But, even so, report it, they get immediately taken down temporarily

The report system work and the tumblr team is very responsible when investigating an account/post. It's not nuance and easy to make. No one will judge you for it, in fact, it's common culture to do so. It's how we battle pornbots, spams, hate blogs etc.

You have full control of your blog! What people can see, what it can show, block hashtags and the whole shbang.

The algorithm works! Only the things that YOU search for and like will be recommended to you. And if something u no longer has interest in shows up? Just click that u don't want anymore and immediately everything u don't want goes away.

There are many famous blogs that are fun to follow, specifically as newcomer, to really get u on the tumblr experience such as: heritageposts, thebootydiaries, hotboyproblems, showerthoughtsofficial, fartgallery, haikubotofficial and many others. These are just the ones I followed when first arrived back in 2016;

Yes, there are celebrities among us but they're just... here. Vibing, chilling. The most famous ones being Neil Gaiman and Taylor Swift. Here they are just people;

You might have noticed a lot of blogs with blue verification badges. Some with 20 of them. Some are rainbow! That's because Tumblr made a parody of the verification mark from twt and it was fcking hilarius. We loved it so much that it's a thing now. U too can feel very important if u want!

It's worth going the trending tags. Sometimes they are broken, but it's mostly memes or important world news stuff that are actually relevant and helpful. It's safe and you'll have a fun time lurking on other people's fandoms. That's actually how I got into some of my fandoms to begin with;

Crabs.

And there we have it! I might have forgotten something, but I not too worried as I know that people might add it later on. 😉

Welcome welcome!! You'll be safe here. No matter who you are you find a community for you here

It's a hellsite, but it's our hellsite

Remembered something:

It's important to have a profile picture and header image. An reblog a few things before following anyone. Or you will be reported because people will think you're a spam bot kkkkkkkkk so do nurture your blog a little bit before venturing into the unknown.

[myreia]

✦ F F X I V L E V E L 9 0

—compendium

[kindnessoverperfection]

Lately, when I talk about someone I strongly disagree with, I think about my friends.

When I interact with someone who regularly rants about people, and tends to take things in the worst ways (without any attempts at self-reflection or grace), I feel more on-edge. I'm nervous to voice opinions. I'm always over-thinking everything I send them, worried about how they'll receive it.

On the other hand, I feel much safer during conversations where someone is speaking neutrally about those they feel at conflict with. When they feel upset about a situation, but without talking aggressively about the other person. Because I know that if we're ever in a disagreement, or have some sort of conflict or misunderstanding, they won't hurt me or suddenly hate me*.

I used to speak much more aggressively about people. My personality disorders, combined with online toxic environments, were big factors in that. I was stressed and angry constantly, and I felt justified, and I felt afraid and ashamed to respond with anything but anger. But to make a long story short, I had several big painful interpersonal experiences where I realized how my attitude was impacting my friends.

I remember the nervousness in my friends' eyes. I remember the people I've met who are much older and never grew out of that reactive communication style, and I don't want to be that person. I want my loved ones to feel safe around me.

So nowadays, I do my best to speak compassionately (or at least neutrally). Because I want to signal to my friends that I'm not going to be cruel to them, or to automatically believe the worst of them, during a conflict or misunderstanding. I try to vent about situations and my fears instead of people.

I wish I'd realized this before.

*(I discuss splitting in the tags)

[geluckgk]

Also, positive news I kinda have my mynthos pomme interaction now ❤️

"Uncle mynthos loves you"

"Uncle mynthos canon 💙

[dasnercaret]

Maybe then, this emptiness in his heart would finally be filled. Maybe then, he’d finally know who he was supposed to be. A person, with a name and a home and a family who loved him and a culture to stand upon, a country to call his own, someone who could smile and confidently answer the question ”Where are you from?” Or: Siffrin stands on a beach in Bambouche and thinks about home. Isabeau is there, too.

[hellogoodbyeitsme]

Broke: Damian is bad at being a Robin because he's too violent

Woke: Damian is bad at being a Robin because he's afraid to hurt people

[waywardsunlight]

When the Office Baby TM sits on you and now you conveniently can’t serve your Emperor. 

(Image Description: Fanart of Darius Deamonne lying on a couch with a toddler Hunter. Hunter is sleeping with his hands stretching out. Darius’ hand is holding his waist so he doesn’t fall. Darius is watching him and smiling. The drawing is heavily pink and purple with green highlights and Hunter is wearing a Scout Uniform. There is a mobile in the top left corner with an abomination symbol, a sun, a cardinal, and a triangle. End description.)

[de-righty]

Orange soda creatures

[punkstylerecovery]

One of my major (minor) brain issues is that my brain lies to me. Sometimes its easy to ignore, especially since it's generally obvious, but when I don't have something else to concentrate on or I'm really anxious, its like trying to ignore a fire alarm going off when you're sitting right beside it. Impossible, at least for me.

See, its one thing to ignore my brain saying "you're an evil person" when I'm in the middle of a book. Its another to ignore my brain claiming I didn't lock the bathroom door (and someone Will come in) when I'm in the shower. But its quite another thing to ignore my brain screaming someone is in my bedroom and they're going to kill me when its the dead of night and I'm trying to sleep.

You might think the logical solution would be to look around my bedroom, put the fears to rest, and go to sleep. But no. You see, my brain wants me to look. But it also never believes I've looked properly.

I can look around and five seconds later, my brain will ask, 'but are you sure you looked right? Look again. If you missed something, you're going to die!" Sometimes I can't remember if I looked or not. Perhaps I did miss something. It doesn't matter. My brain wouldn't be satisfied if I slept with my eyes open (which is what it tries to convince me I will do if I want to stay alive).

Its always something I've struggled with, some times more than others. Its not always as extreme as "you're going to die", but its always extreme in some way, whether its the panic or the amount of times I check something to shut my brain up. And its ridiculous, because its not like I don't know my brain is a liar. Its not like I don't know it likes to fuck with me.

But I also don't really know what else to do. Its not like people go around offering advice for things like that; its not a common dinner conversation. Its not even a common experience, apparently. Some people's brains don't lie to them all the time and they don't have a million panic attacks trying to go to sleep because their brain isn't telling them they're about to die.

I don't know what the fuck I'd advise people like that. Sleep tight, maybe. But I wish there was some kind of guidebook for people with brains like mine. I'm getting kinda tired of winging it.