#it ended four years ago

[odetokeons]

cho sang-woo took a look at the narrative, asked 'is anyone gonna haunt that?' and then did not wait for an answer

+ bonus (him actually haunting gi-hun the narrative)

[fee-phy-fo-fum]

A primrose. A four-petaled flower said to symbolise youth and young love. Giving it to someone sends a message saying "I cannot live without you".

replaying isat to appreciate some conversations id previously overlooked because theres so many little things here and there to appreciate. this was one of them.

(made minor edits to make euphrasie glitchy + clean up mira's hair)

on four petaled flowers:

[drunkonimagination]

actually i need every single person on the planet to watch helluva boss and cry with me.

[enjoyvoidblack]

Calling the horror of being an Eye avatar the horror of knowledge is...a severe understatement, I think. It's not just information. The horror is knowing, as in understanding, being able to feel how visceral and consuming the fear and pain and disbelief of a person experiencing something far beyond their understanding or capacity is - and then only being able to watch. Knowing, and having your hands tied completely when it comes to doing anything but knowing. You are standing in the dreams of people you met and talked to and saw relieved when they told you their story. You are feeling their anguish in your bones and you can no more look away than you could stop drinking down water if you were dying from dehydration and somebody handed you a hose. They are looking out and they can see you and they are blaming you, should be blaming you, but your feet are glued to the ground and your hands are tied, and you can't deny the quiet sick fascination that bubbles up inside you, like you're watching the aftermath of a car crash as you drive by. You can't help but look. You can't close your eyes. You cannot stop, and you can't help. All you can do is know.

I'm not at all surprised the Eye was the fear to gain enough strength to pull off a ritual first, in the present day setting of TMA. I think we'd all be serving it a snack on a silver platter every few minutes spent scrolling.

[meraki-yao]

You know, if Alex more or less looked like Marco's image when Henry first meet him, I too would panic, fuck up normal human social interaction and run away

[missxfaithc]

they remembered 🥲

[ceaselessims]

MAG 186 /// MAG 200

reading these side by side .... do you ever just want to pass away

[wearylaurels]

Thinking about this stupid fuck again

I’m not even joking when I say he’s just like me fr he’s LITERALLY just like me and that is DEFINITELY NOT A GOOD SIGN

[tinyevilgremlin]

how the tables have turned

(i mean, she wasn't even going to kill him anyway but this confession and vow right here? insane. they're so insane for this)

[lostximagination]

11/8/24

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It was just a few scant months ago that Issac Riley and Anna Kahale met with a literal lightning strike. A lot happened very quickly, and the both of them are still adjusting to the changes in their lives.

Anna has to learn to control her newfound magic, and Issac has to deal with the drastic changes to his life from finding out he was the legendary magical figure known as the Master.

Kevin Anderson is still at large, leaving the both of them in grave danger, especially Issac, as he’s still recovering from his last encounter with the dangerous witch hunter.

This is made much worse as threats from the far past are returning, and quickly… And as the first Master in centuries, it’s on Issac to deal with them, and defeat the returning Darkness before it gets too strong. Can he handle the pressure, even with Anna’s help, or will he crack under the strain, and potentially doom the world with him?

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First book's ebook is free until release day

[bitchfitch]

I've started playing Potion Permit, and so far it's one of my favorite games I've messed around with, but the most big brained move the devs made was giving you a dog on day 1, and then making that dog able to track NPCs and lead you directly to them no matter where they are in the town.

[paigemathews]

abi’s three hundred one hundred follower celebration: choose your three favorite charmed ships | chris halliwell & bianca atwood

the absolutely chokehold these two have on me. enemies to lovers. changing sides and becoming a better person. finding love when you didn’t think yourself worthy of it. finding this one piece of happiness is a world destroyed and having to sacrifice it to the save the world that never did anything for you. risking your love on the hope that you’ll meet again in a new world.

[a-sad-mage]

Because the Eli Shane post reached 100+ notes, i give you an animation i made a while back but never posted until now.

Do know that this is related to a OC for Storm Hawks i have not really posted about before. And this was more of an animation test if anything. A base was used for the body but other than that everything else i did myself.

I was going to animate the foot tapping on the ground but completely forgot and by the time I remembered i couldn't be bothered lmao

[fritzes]

I keep opening the rankings just to see where taylor is

[sulliedsorrow]

every year on his birthday dazai sends him a wine bottle full of grape juice. he changes the labels and puts it somewhere where chuuya would see it immediately. attached is always some generic happy birthday card. chuuya drank it without thinking the first time and immediately spat it out because, surprise surprise, grape juice tastes like absolute shit. he immediately found dazai and poured the rest of it over his head. before his next birthday he changes his locks, but there it is on the 29th of april, nestled in a decorative basket full of fake flowers. he doesn’t bother the third year.

two minutes past midnight on the day of his 19th birthday, his doorbell rings. on the welcome mat is a familiar basket, and that godforsaken bottle of juice.

chuuya throws it at the wall and is silent as it shatters. he watches the purple seep into the wallpaper, the liquid dripping into the carpet. it’s weeks before the smell dissipates.

on his 20th he's almost expecting it. two minutes past midnight, a bell ringing, a bottle on his mat. he puts it in the fridge and doesn't touch it for months.

for his 21st he's prepared. he hides at the end of the hallway by the corner, watching and waiting. midnight comes. two minutes pass, then ten, then fifteen. at half past he gives up and enters his apartment again, only to find the basket sitting innocently on his couch.

his legs shake as he walks to it, and he startles when he sees a nondescript white card tied to the neck of the bottle. on it is written "always so predictable chuuya" with a crude smiley face drawn beneath the text.

chuuya breathes in deeply. he wants to scream, wants to break something, wants to smash the bottle and every bottle in his cellar and rip off the arms of his couch and tear down the plaster in his wall and shake dazai and ask him why.

instead, he goes to the fridge, and places the bottle next to the first. he doesn’t leave his apartment that day.

[sisterdivinium]

Now is the time to place your bets on whether or not this hyper self-indulgent doctor superion Vampire the Masquerade AU fic will or won't get to 100 handwritten pages...