#ill be thinking about this all week thank you

[fissart]

https://www.tumblr.com/fissart/773942638075379712/whats-your-rook

Does he get pregnant 👀

Maybe 👀

Big storytime below 💖

When Quinton and Emmrich return to the Necropolis, they both face a lot of challenges settling back in. They had gotten engaged almost immediately, which created a bit of gossip amongst fellow Mourn Watchers. "Professor Volkarin- who took a year off from teaching to go and save the world has come back ENGAGED to that Ingellvar of all people. The nobody who caused a stir amongst the nobility, the one who went to war with the gods" suffice to say, not everyone was pleased with a respectable person like Emmrich to have paired off with Ingellvar. And in turn this created a lot of stress for them both, but mostly Quinton, who felt more insecure in his position beside Emmrich. (Quinton always had self-worth issues, having had an incredibly difficult and lonely childhood in the Necropolis and didn't find himself until his 20s)

ANYWAY, during this incredibly stressful period, Quinton returned to his work as a Mortian to keep busy and feel productive. Fighting off the stress and the gossip until they were old news and they could get on with their lives. However, barely a year back home Quinton started to get sick. Dizziness, insomnia, loss of appetite etc and both Quinton and Emmrich considered taking some time away if the stress of the Mourn Watch was taking a toll like THIS. But Quinton insists he will not run away, will not be bested by some stupid chit chat amongst those with nothing better to do. And then he started vomiting, constantly he couldn't keep anything down and this went on for weeks.

Both neither Quinton nor Emmrich suspected pregnancy. Both being so sleep deprived, Quinton only focused on getting through the day and sleeping where he could and Emmrich was so fixated and occupied on making the pain stop, to find food or tea that Quinton could stomach he never stopped to think of any other reason WHY he was so ill. And with Quinton so anti doctors and medical attention, he made it difficult to be seen, or examined for very long. He was always prescribed rest, water, and plain food till it passed.

It took them nearly 4 months till it clicked. One morning, while getting changed Quinton noticed something different, he looked oddly bloated. A small bump and within about 5 seconds it all finally clicked. He collapsed on rhe floor and sobbed. Fear, relief and absolute exhaustion took hold of him. Emmrich had heard all the commotion and burst in to see his Fiance crumpled in a heap on the floor. And before Emmrich could even ask what happened, Quinton blurts out "I'm pregnant!". Lots of tears were shed that day. Fears and uncertainties were discussed but the overall, they were both so relieved to know that the sickness was something joyous rather than an unknown sinister illness.

I've rambled enough, but the gist is Quinton had an incredibly rough pregnancy overall, the sickness continued all the way to labour and beyond and there were a few scares if Quinton and the baby would even survive. This led to some extremely nasty blowouts between Emmrich and Quinton but that's a story for another day 👌🏻

Thank you for the ask anon 💖

[hyzenastrrr]

WHATSTSTWHAA WHATT??? MY JAW DROPPED TO THE GROUND LMAAOAO this is so beautiful thank you so much!!! the horns, the colors?? They look so elegant in your art style i literally love it so much 😭💜💜 you're actually so nice, I adore when people draw my ocs !! this definitely made my day <DD

map part .......

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Snap: *draws a Megaman-inspired Magneto*

Me: ...Perfect modernization.

wait now that its not 3AM i can do you one Slightly better

bonus:

[pettyprocrastination]

whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!

this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!

warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her. 

So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak. 

You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work 

you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then 

nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place. 

On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after

it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him. 

but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening. 

its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail. 

Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn

its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench. 

there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency. 

when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-

all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river

Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay 

“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.” 

he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself. 

but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything

its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found. 

Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there. 

Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames. 

“We’re gonna find her, but not there.” 

So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did. 

He became a smuggler because of it. 

Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way. 

But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course. 

The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him. 

But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles 

“You think she would have wanted this for you?” 

the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence. 

“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.” 

All he can do is nod. 

It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit. 

It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live. 

Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago. 

its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo” 

when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them. 

Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands. 

He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face. 

Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity. 

“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?” 

Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be. 

But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.

“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.” 

Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again. 

“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.” 

He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples. 

“One.” 

The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun. 

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.” 

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 

“Four.” 

Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet. 

Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?” 

Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless. 

Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.

When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same. 

She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head. 

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun. 

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?” 

[greenelight]

i'm   giving   my   multi   a   bit   of   attention   since   i   just   moved   it   ,   but   i   need   to   pop   on   &   tell   you   all   that   i   think   this   is   the   most   friendships   mason's   ever   had   with   so   many   people   &   it   truly   just   makes   me   so   happy.   thank   you   for   loving   him   despite   how   silly   he   is   ;__;

[good-beanswrites]

By the way, about LCSyS, how are you dealing with the whole 'Es plurality' situation? Because it is a central part of their character that gets brought up on multiple voice dramas and seems really difficult to remove. Also, it is implied that some of our judgements may be our if character for Es because they seem pretty uncertain about it. For example, some people including myself suspect that if Es wasn't controlled by the audience they would have voted Mahiru innocent because they appear somewhat fond of her and would probably have not jumped to stalker based on no evidence (kinda bullshit people thought that anyway but whatever). This was asked by someone who is insane about Es and thinks about them constantly, BTW.

Ah, well I appreciate an Es expert (Espert?) weighing in on it!! :D

Because that element is very central to both them and the plot, even if it hasn’t been fully explored yet. Like you said, there are a lot of events that rely on these “other” voices, some actions and decisions that they themself seem unsure of! Not to mention their own dialogue using a plural first person pronoun! I’m already trying to distance the au from the audience interaction element, so I’ve definitely kept my eye on the plural Es theory >:3 

Since we have little to work with, I’ve tried to keep them pretty vague in the fic so far. They don’t appear in a lot of it because of plot reasons (everything is the same as canon to them, most of the time). And even in their pov chapter I try to steer thoughts and emotions directly to the prison. I only mention their identity near the end to make everyone say “Hmmmm we don't know who you are and neither do you!” Now, I'm prepared for three main options for endings: 1. There is a non-system, in-universe explanation for the voices. 2. The voices are directly confirmed as the audience. 3. Yamanka states that he hates me, personally, and doesn’t explain anything about Es. If it’s the first one, I’ll see how well it works into my fic and go from there! (If it’s overly supernatural/involves Es disappearing/dying, I might make some tweaks lmao. I’m committed to accuracy but this is a fix-it, at the end of the day.) For the second two, I plan on leaning into plural Es, with research and input from others to make the writing accurate 👍I’m hoping to go back revise earlier sections to drop more hints and make things consistent. I also want to write an epilogue once we get more context on the ending as a whole! Though, I guess they've already confirmed some feeling of plurality... maybe I add some lines in that last chapter now...

[seventh-district]

sometimes it’s late at night and you’re cleaning your room and you come across a few old black and white photos of a young girl and you stare at them for a long minute wondering how on earth they got lost in an old Kroger shopping bag with an unopened pack of cigarettes and a receipt dated 2017.

and you look at the girl in the pictures sat on the floor of someone’s home you don’t recognize, smiling and playing with a set of keys and a tiny part of you feels like it recognizes her but you aren’t sure.

and you flip the pictures over hoping to find some sort of annotation that would give you context and all you find is the year 1964 stamped in tiny font along the edge.

and you flip them back over and time stands still as you realize that the recognition you feel is because she looks so much like you once did and next thing you know your hands are sweating and shaking and you have to sit on the floor because you’re crying so hard because it hits you all at once that you’re looking at your mother.

[justablah56]

hmm I think instead of feeling bad I will simply project this bad onto The Character . for funsies .

[7amonathursdayinoctober]

My bitchass cat- 80 ft up in a goddamn tree

It has been a day

[savage-rhi]

Magggennnttaaaa!

[gatorinator]

Thirty minutes into church and I’ve already cried off all my mascara in the bathroom we are doing well today

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I know that someone said this before, but if you DID make an X-Men au comic run which eras of the series would inspire these comics, how would you write them, and would you have Magneto or some other major villain as the main antagonist?

maaaan i dont know... i can barely decide what i wanna have for lunch most days i just make silly one-off comics i dont got the brain capacity for all that....

[nina-ya]

bithday!! that is exciting! when is your birthday? 💙

OH AH its next tuesday!! the 13th!!!!

[todayisafridaynight]

What’s Daigo’s tattoo supposed to be?

It’s Buddhist deity Fudo Myo-o/Acala the Unshakeable! Since we’re here, here are some fun facts. Under the cut:

“Myo-o”, or The Mantra Kings, is actually a group of violent deities. In addition, they are meant to represent wisdom, knowledge, and are meant to remove objects that may prevent enlightenment.

Acala is often depicted as sitting on a stone, representing their immovable resolve. The sword in their hand is meant to subdue demons and “cut down” ignorance. The rope is meant to bind evil spirits. Their halo/aureole is often depicted on fire to represent the “burning away” of material desire. 

Like in Daigo’s tattoo, Acala is sometimes depicted as having the dragon king Kurikara on their sword. Kurikara is another symbol of Acala, as in some accounts Acala would take the form of Kurikara. Most notably was one story where they threatened to consume the sword a heretic was disguising themselves as

Furthermore, Acala is often depicted with an upward fang and a downward fang, a trait meant to depict reality’s dualities such as yin and yang and the two realms buddha inhabit. The upward fang is meant to represent enlightenment, while the downward fang is meant to represent the enlightened descending to teach the unenlightened.

In some depictions, Acala is depicted with a third eye to represent their wisdom.

The two eyes Acala has now one is shut. Similar to the asymmetrical fangs they have, Acala’s shut eye is supposed to represent the duality of life and reality.

Acala is one of the thirteen deities of the Shingon Sect, one of Japan’s major Buddhists schools. In this role, he presides over the seventh day of memorial service subsequent to someone’s death.

Acala, serving as one of the Five Great Kings (deities meant to serve the Buddha), is the only one to bear a ferocious and menacing face. Acala’s frightening demeanor is purposeful, as their purpose is meant to eradicate evil, protect believers, and to frighten nonbelievers.

Although Acala’s elemental symbol is commonly associated with fire, it’s not uncommon for people to want to wash and bless their money underneath statues of them. The precise reason for this association with water isn’t exactly certain, though Kurikara being a dragon (dragon’s are often associated with water in Asia) may be a possible reason, as well as Kurikara and Acala commonly being depicted by scenic water sights (i.e. waterfalls, rivers)

[did-you-fall-for-a-shooting-star]

The last time I cried over missing my boyfriend was when I was drunk and 3 time zones away. Now Im sitting in my own bedroom, sober as can be, and I cant get him out of my damn head

[girl-bateman]

Feeling a debilitating sense of dread and despair 🤨 Which probably means nothing😍👍