#idk what i'm yapping about

[starrysharks]

is this spoilers? only if you're dr novocaine

[unhingedlesbear]

"Frank Stone's host" 👁‍🗨👁‍🗨

[hey-its-zezzy]

i've always been ambivalent towards my tits but i just realized how awesome it would be if i got top surgery bc not only could i go topless during the summer, it would be super confusing to cis people, because in all other aspects i am entirely cis female presenting. what if i packed as well. peak gender confusion

[sewing-needle-anon]

Belgium government is such a mess a whole branches of the government isn't there.

The MR said it would be there in a few months after they were in power or something it's still not here.

Belgian do something, start a revolution,

Actually we should all start a revolution against capitalism or whatever it's called when government doesn't give a fuck about it's people and suicide are augmenting and they only care about money.

[pinchofneven]

One by one, the lamps on the market street were doused for the evening. An hour after the last wick had gone cold, The Crimson Cross’ lamp was snuffed, too. It took force to squeeze the door shut coming back. The wood was bloated and ached in the cold, and the inner lintel that was painted in the summer was now mostly chipped away. Winters in Lysara had much duller teeth than even the mildest of Iskaran seasons, but the humidity rising off the sea seeped into every sinew and beam of the shop, same as it did in even the slightest crevices in bare skin. The alchemist’s hands were hatched with red, itchy lines, and they griped after each wash. In almost three hundred years, he’d never been so aware of the backs of his hands, or the handling of ammonia, as he was now. 

Neven hooked his herb-steeped apron behind the counter, feeling the beginnings of a yawn in the sunken void of his stomach. The fatigue, the malaise, the slight tremor in his usually surgically steady hands; it all suddenly clicked. How long had it been since his last meal? Scarcity had primed him to stock the shop ahead, but it left very little time for tending to his immediate needs. His fingernails were stained a reddish gold from his handling of turmeric, and various colors of Sinarian import. 

The stairs to Neven’s apartment groaned underfoot as he trod up, thinking of the contents of the jewelry box in his cupboard. It would be enough to sate him before the hunger grew too distracting. The cubi’s eyes narrowed, and his brain ground to a sudden halt. A thread of gold ribbon had unspooled itself down the stairs. No, not ribbon, light, pouring through the stairwell from the door at the top, left slightly ajar. Immediately, Neven began priming himself for the list of excuses, the long-winded allegorical story, the mass of energy that would be waiting for him on the other side of the door. Neven pressed one knuckle against the door. “Kay?” He asked gingerly, pushing it open. Only it wasn’t Kay inside. Fried neurons tried to match the face he saw to a memory, but proper recollection evaded them. “Sorry. I thought you were someone else.” He smiled, apologetically.

"I only ask you pardon the mess." It wasn’t unusual for patients to make their way into the floor that doubled as an operating room. The shop had closed for the evening, but a person in need would be seen. The alchemist’s hands were grateful for the balm of a fire already burning. He latched a kettle over the flames and went to the cupboard. The black box at the back of the cupboard groaned for attention, pulling at his growing hunger. He ignored it. “What is our topic of discussion, exactly?” Neven asked the guest over his shoulder, drawing a second cup out.

starter for @pinchofneven.

where: his shop? somewhere he'd frequent?

when: current timeline but before she goes off on the monster hunt ala beastbanes

note: lmk if this is okay throat milk :*

Agnes was a curious creature; throughout each lifetime her soul did not lose its fervent wanton to acquire power no matter the obstacle. She'd learned quickly that connections were important, and through the necromancy fueled by her deity, Agnes had been granted power formerly untold in each other stretch of life. Her respect from nature had shifted from wholly protecting the animals to respecting them by ensuring their life force would not be taken for granted; it was here an alchemist came into play.

"I hope you don't mind that I've made myself comfortable, but there's much to discuss," she often led herself towards the belief that she was no longer a people person, but through the success of mending the Standing Stones, Agnes felt a glimmer of faint hope towards humans and humanoid creatures that inhabited this realm.

[cffeine]

akutagawa (ryuunosuke) really kills me as a character. he's cool to everyone but obsessive over his goals (dazai's acknowledgment) this drives him in so much. he's the port mafia's rabid dog. he's dazai's dog, the one that gets kicked around and bites back but can never leave.

dazai is haunting him, atsushi is haunting him, akutagawa is haunting himself. he sold his soul at the promise of a reason to live. he trusted dazai because he killed the men akutagawa intended to, without any other reason. gin followed him, stays with him. he treated kyouka terribly but admitted to her face he was happy for her.

he fainted when dazai acknowledged him. he needs something to chase, craves something for him to do because he's never known how to live for himself. he has nothing to live for, no regard for his life, but lives anyway.

he's pushing higuchi away. apologizing for his treatment of her. he's nothing like dazai. he doesn't want to be. he hates him. he's at his beck and call. he's dying. he's never not been dying. no one knows except for atsushi. he's going to die without a reason to live. his final words were spent telling atsushi to run. don't come back for him. he's dying. he's already gone.

[pinkyjulien]

There is something really comfy about Lucanis being a ~30 something year old man confirmed to be demisexual and a virgin

[padamxyz]

Did I just watch an entire 1 hour video of Bojan giving an interview in Slovenian? Yes. Do I speak any Slovenian? No.

Still I would recommend 10/10 interview from what I grasped once again ilysm Bojan for speaking up about Palestine 💓💓

And yes I did cry at the acoustic versions of Sonce and Mesto Duhov but that's between me myself and I (don't get me wrong I still love Bluza and Novi val tho)

For reference this is the interview https://youtu.be/Skkl19qtoBI?si=VuVzivNU7b-FHsEE (go and watch it ya'll)

[themintman]

My opinions on some ships and characters 😼😼😼

Ill explain some stuff in the tags if yall are curious hehe ALSO IN THE REBLOGS. TUMBLR SILENCED ME 😔💔

Template by @stervil !!!

[sosadraws]

I don't know what kind of drugs Rose-Engine put on this particular design, because holy shit I've never been this enthralled by a character before.

[luifaro]

i didn't promise anything but hehe!! i've been working on something based on my random ramble i had about how reincarnated asriel could've been so cool if it was MORE ABOUT how it's kind of morally fucked with frisk having to kill a guy + flowey does not magically become good and nice... realized it'll take me a bit so i thought why not give a little bit of it NOW... as a treat.

Frisk froze as they stared down at the dusting gelatin monster. Flowey crept towards the weakened form, a vine slowly rising to grab its soul. Because regular monster souls are so difficult to absorb, the best way to do it is to grab their soul before they finish falling down. This way, when they die, you can snatch their soul before it fades with its owner. Did you know that gelatin monsters taste differently depending on their flavor? This one's soul tasted kind of like gummy worms. A little thick on the sour though. Huh. Dead, just like that. Kind of pathetic.

But that's just an opinion. Its soul begins weakly shining a dull white. Flowey, having already gripped the soul tight, absorbed it without a second thought. It tickled. Flowey could feel... something wiggling around in his body. For a moment, Frisk and Flowey stood there silently. Frisk's breaths grew heavy. They had an expression Flowey wouldn't be able to describe if he tried. The silence felt like it was never going to end. That this was all going to be for nothing. A monster killed for a plan that didn't even work. But then a light began to crawl through the flower's body. He could just sense it. It felt kind of... good? It grew ever brighter as Flowey's body began to contort.

The light grew so bright that Flowey couldn't see anything else. He was hit with an intense wave of negativity.

how stupid ARE YOU? do you really think this is going to save you? that everything will just fix itself? you coward. chara was right about you, you know? you're just a big crybaby. why would you even do this? why? why? WHY? is THIS what would've happened if you'd just listened to them? do you really DESERVE FORGIVENESS? who even are you? a child afraid of his own shadow, or an irredeemable MANIAC?! your hubris eats you alive. you'll never get out of here. you're just gonna sit on the ground and die like you were supposed to. you can't get up.

[angel-fruitcake]

why yes i'm fine why do you ask

[x]

[scoliosisgoblin]

Which version of Rick is your fav?

it's so hard for me to choose tbh. HOWEVER, I'd say Evil Rick

then I'd say it's C-137 and Memory Rick

I love how pathetic™ Evil Rick really is tbh. love that he's being controlled by his Morty. can you guess who my favorite Morty is?

[yourloyalwatchdog]

in system relationships are fun sometimes. i could talk to you all day about all the fun ways i want to ruin you and you'd just have to go and act totally normal for everyone on the outside, because i'm just a voice in your head. you can't shut me out, i'll stay here as long as i please. but you can't possibly hide it from me, because it's my body too. i feel every spark of arousal, i hear every thought you think. i know every sensitive place, every curve of this body, and i know how to touch it to make it feel exactly how i want you to feel.

you're not allowed to touch yourself, but when i take over, i'll do whatever i want, and i'll make sure to leave a soaking, edged out mess for you to come back to. but no, silly puppy, you still can't touch. you'll have to beg me to let you get some relief of your own, and you wouldn't dare disobey.

by now you even trust me so much that you'll let me use your own hands against you. i'll force you to stay conscious and aware while i control our body and edge you into oblivion. i'll always know how close you are and i'll always stop before you get the orgasm you crave so much just to hear you whimper. if you don't have the discipline to keep yourself denied, then i'm gonna be right here to do it for you.

(this is directed at my in-sys bf, i love you puppy <3)

[sketchy-mf]

Scrolling through insta stories like

Oh hey it was a slicked back bowlcut as I suspected after all

JOOST WHAT IS THIS? 😭

[torgawl]

instead of just cross eyes and star eyes distinguishing dynasties in khaenri'ah, why do some khaenri'ahns cover one eye specifically? there’s many things that seem interconnected regarding the lore:

crimson moon turning around to look like an eye; irmin the one-eyed king; the unknown god’s cubes containing eyes in their design (same ones present in the cataclysm as well as the crimson moon), her glitching looking like arlecchino’s, and the four pointed star pattern that appeared when she showed up to the twins; forbidden knowledge and nibelung’s influence; fischl's auge der verurteilung aka eye of condemnation (crimson eye) and her skin's description "o holiest of sovereigns, high princess of immernachtreich (kingdom of evernight)!".

kaeya's note about the alberich saying "i saved this one memento from the fire 'father' made while he wasn’t paying attention. this was in violation of our principles. our clan's affairs should never be recorded" and "though we could not restore khaenri'ah to life, we of the alberich clan should lead lives as those who blaze like fire, rather than those who wallow in the embers [small piece of burning or glowing coal or wood in a dying fire]", father being in quotation marks and references to fire and ashes; the orphanage in khaenri'ah that wanted to house children from destroyed worlds and non-threats that leaked into the kingdom, in hopes of finding beings from beyond the sky who could transcend the gods; perinheri's first memory being transversing something like a chimney, filled with ash and being asked if he wasn't dead just for him to see the eye (crimson moon) and being told he was reborn; dust and the blood of of dragons (or dragon-like beings like durin and elynas) being connected to rhinedottir and the art of khemia; fire as rebirth and life but also, the balemoon blood specifically being connected to loss of memories and loss of memory being equivalent to death (not physical);  despite the orphanage never being able to find that transcendal person, it had many unusual individuals who became knights of the kingdom.

irmin as the first divine halberd (that once pierced the axis mundi [cosmic/world axis, world pillar, center of the world, world tree, etc.] and connected the nine worlds), the prinzessin der verurteilungas (fischl) as the last one; fischl and kaeya comparing themselves to one another and their parallels to irmin and odin; der ring des nibelungen, in which the dwarf (or nibelung) alberich creates a ring capable of controlling the world, using gold he stole from the rhinemaidens (or rheintöchter "rhine-daughters"). the conflict that arises over the ownership of this ring eventually leads to the destruction of the gods and their home, valhalla.

irminsul (irmin + sul) meaning great pillar and being a reference to the yggdrasil, the tree that supports the universe; the description of the item silver twig – collected in the center of the world - talking about a sage that hanged himself upside down in the irminsul tree to gain knowledge of the runes and the cosmos, then going into a secret kingdom down its roots [also a reference to hanged man in tarot that symbolizes wisdom, divination, sacrifice, prophecy, etc.]; odin who hung himself upside down from the sacred world tree, yggdrasil, for nine days and nights sacrificing his eye and throwing himself on his spear (gungir) as a ritual sacrifice in order to obtain secret wisdom; memories, fire and crimson moon hand in hand with the irminsul, king irmin and the concept of fate; the fake sky, the stars and being able to see fate but also fate being a means of the heavenly principles to control the world (neuvillette calling it puppet strings); khaenri'ah, a supposed godless nation but the crimson moon dynasty revering the moon (and hilichurls worshiping istaroth); the crimson moon having an eye on humanity and always being present associated with punishment and destruction (fall of gurabad, remuria and the catclysm).

crimson moon's semblance (arlecchino’s weapon) implying the crimson moon sought vengeance (“few survived the utter destruction of their kind, hiding in the shadows where the sun did not shine, longing for the crimson moon to decree their desire for vengeance be repaid”); the design of the weapon and arlecchino’s boss attacks resembling the double helix present in deathly statuette material dropped by abyss heralds, abyss lectors and shadowy husks, which has a single red eye. it apparently whispers "see, my child. all that lies under the throne of heaven shall be destroyed by upheaval. the eternal peace of the pitch-dark void shall embrace us all.” as you gaze at it.

the abyss order being founded by chlothar alberich and pierro being the first harbinger; the "sinner" – the crystal in chains from the chasm, protected by an abyss herald - not being a god but still worshipped by the abyss order. the voice stating to chlothar and the traveler’s twin that he "[knows their] fate well" and urged them to become a "transcendent one" saying he would "shed a tear at the end of time... as i gaze back upon your life". he also imbued chlothar with the power of the abyss, which alleviated his worsening conditions. the “sinner” refered to chlothar as “dear creature”; dainsleif, pierro and kaeya being examples of khaenriahns who hide their right eye; dainsleif being called “bough keeper”, bough is a branch of a tree, but also his constellation being a snake ring like ouroboros – representing the eternal renewal cycle of life, death and rebirth; the loom of fate being an operation of the abyss order first encountered during "a herald without adherents" quest.

“the threads of your fate lie in my hands” a quote by fischl connecting to the weaves of fate; fischl stating that if she does not obtain the divine halberd “...this world and everything in it is going to burn in hellfire” (legend of the shattered halberd vol. ii). some other excerpts of the book also include: “but unbeknownst to him, this was the greatest cursed sword of all, that had once burned the entire world to cinders: laevatain [in norse mythology, a weapon crafted by loki and the only capable of defeating the cockerel viðofnir, inhabiting the top of yggdrasil], the sword had extinguished after the world was burned, but... it burned bright once more. ‘the whole world... destroyed again...’ weiyang [fischl] fell unconscious as she spoke” (vol. iv), and, "the world is beyond repair. it shall be born anew from the ashes of the last” (vol. vi); dainsleif saying “none will escape the flames. see for yourself” but also neuvillette’s character story including “the puppet strings glossed as "divine rules" would one day be burned away by the fires of judgment” when talking about constellations; burning away the old world, project stuzha by the fatui and the image of dottore burning the irminsul; nahida saying fontaine's prophecy was engraved in the irminsul, implying the tree also contains the history of the future; sibylla, a prophetess who guarded the irminsul in an ancient city located in what later became the high seas (referred to as abyssal depths). she sacrificed her life for the sake of creating phobos, remus' grand symphony, but her lack of a will ultimately caused the project to fail, as her vague desire to "grant happiness to all in the world who are called humans" caused phobos to attempt to satisfy everyone's desires — including destructive and selfish ones — and set remuria towards the course of its self-destruction (possibly tying concepts of will and fate together); thinking of dottore's plan, it would make sense to burn the tree that holds memories with a fire able to erase them (arlecchino's balemoon powers) so that the world can be born anew breaking away from the shackles of fate.

there’s also the improvisation kaeya does during the play in his hangouts. "do you believe in fate? if fate decreed your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do?". he then throws a prop and we interact, choosing if we would face our fate bravely or challenge it and rise above it. kaeya then goes on saying "then so must it be! yes, so must it be! i shall discard this intaglio and rid myself of the shackles of fate", "fate means to send the machinations of war to every corner of the land to fan the flames of conflict till they ungulf the entire world… fate would see my sword tainted with the blood of innocents, that the bright banner of my homeland might fly in every nation known to mankind. but i shall not bow to the will of fate i am no pawn in heaven’s plan. i, qubad, will spend the rest of my days in a foreign land, 'till i breathe my last in a place far from home" and finishes the play with "but i must walk this path, or freedom dies by my hand. goodbye, my tribe and kin. farewell, sweet land of my birth". the prop we get from kaeya, the intaglio, symbolizes the noble origins of prince qubad in the play and the blood-red jewel (blood, red... funny, uh?) is said to be a crystallization of the question kaeya asked us about destiny. furthermore, an intaglio can be a type of engraved gem or metal signet ring.