#it was April 2nd

[theblehthatbloos]

I'm out of the hospital, turns out I have some kind of emotional trauma that's making my body try to suffocate itself, honestly same but what a bitch way to do it. Making it so I can barely breathe but I still have 99% oxygen and my vitals are good. Fuckin' hell dude. Anyways wish me luck in figuring that out, didn't make a lot of progress crying in the parking lol at 4am while waiting for an Uber after the news that my mind and body have disconnected or something, but check the bracelet swag

Nice

[crawfishcomic]

Happy Accident

[cobbbvanth]

#please don't take him just because you can :(

[userparamore]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEDRO PASCAL! april 2nd 1975

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My mom had glowing orbs in place of her boobs. In the middle of conversations they would begin to speak in a deep, echoed and rather relaxing voice, with extremely vague statements. It was normal to everyone but me, who was extremely distressed, not that her boobs were orbs, but that they could talk. 

[hpowellsmith]

New Game Announcement: THE EARTH HAS TEETH by Harris Powell-Smith

A century ago, the tiger god Vastan fought a risen demon over the steppes and mountains that are your home, battling for mastery over the earth below. Their war poisoned the land, causing magical storms that twist the mind and the elements alike. At the moment of Vastan’s eventual triumph she was grievously wounded, retreating beneath the mountains to be cared for by a sect of worshippers known as the Guardians of Tulara. You are one of those Guardians: a scout who ventures from the secretive monastery to hunt, gather, and trade with those living on the plains. Protected from the storms by Vastan’s power even as she sleeps, you care for your wounded god in your small, safe community. Until today. After an attack on your monastery that leaves your comrades dead and scattered, you cut a piece of your god to preserve her in a weakened, half-alive state and run. Scraping together a living as a hunter-gatherer and courier on the dangerous steppes, you must survive the gathering storms while searching for a way to bring your god back to life. In this dark fantasy of tragedy and survival, will you rebuild your order or forge a new path of your own, align with Vastan or rebel against her? Will you bring back your god and protect your lands, or take this chance to seize power for yourself?

Play as male, female, or non-binary; cis or trans; gay, straight, or bisexual; asexual and/or aromantic; allosexual and/or alloromantic; monogamous or polyamorous

Befriend, romance, clash with, or destroy an ambitious, stubborn magic enthusiast with a lot to prove; a hard-bitten courier determined to be self-reliant while looking after their own; a haughty, visionary herbalist obsessed with preserving knowledge for future generations; an outgoing, no-nonsense guard with a strong protective streak; a fast-talking witch-turned-con-artist who might have a heart of gold somewhere.

Survive the storms: use your skills and knowledge to help the communities on the steppes–or only yourself

Unearth dark secrets on the steppes: will you share them with the world, or bury them once more?

Build your relationship with your dying god and rebuild her power, or use it for your own ends

Give of yourself or others for the greater good, persuade your god to different paths, or rebel against her entirely

When the storm hits, what will you sacrifice for survival?

The MC of The Earth Has Teeth

You’ve lived in the Tulara monastery all your life, along with a group of around fifty Guardians of Vastan. After your parents died in a storm when you were in your mid-teens, you were cared for by the other Guardians and have lived a comfortable, if hard-working, life.

You’re now 25 and an experienced scout, adept at travelling alone and surviving in the wilderness. Thanks to Vastan’s power and protection, you’ve rarely wanted for food and even if some of your trips outside were harder than others, the safe haven of the monastery walls was always waiting for you.

Not anymore.

Vastan the tiger god

In your holy texts, Vastan is described as a tiger larger than the sky who moves faster than the eye can see and has all-powerful influence. As you know her, she appears as a tiger striped black-and-gold the size of a house, who sleeps in a huge underground chamber deep in the Tulara monastery.

While the demon Nerekay had influence over and could warp the elements, Vastan’s power is entwined with nature, protection, and growth. She made unearthly plants grow and flourish in the monastery, and her presence improved the health of her Guardians. She can also provide protection from the hypnotic, mind-altering storm sickness and, before the attack, she shielded the monastery from storms hitting it at all.

You carry a part of Vastan with you now, and although her powers are diminished, she can still lend you help when you’re in need.

Magic in Amikya

In Amikya, the land in which you live, priests draw magical power from Vastan through time-honoured religious ritual, whereas witches do so through practices more like folk medicine and superstition passed down through generations of folklore. Not all witches consider their power to come from Vastan: some see it as drawing magic from the earth.

There are blurred lines between the practices, though not every witch or priest would like to admit such a thing, and not every town approves of magical practices at all.

Major Befriendable and Romanceable Characters

All the romanceable characters are gender-flippable. All characters can be romanced monogamously; some can be romanced polyamorously in various configurations - more on that later!

Armell Bassar (23): the only child of a town leader, Armell is passionate about learning more magic to protect and expand their home. With a keen mind and more intensity than they know what to do with, Armell is eager to prove themself to their community and to their mother. (flippable between cis man/cis woman/agender)

Elisei/Elena/Elis Kiriyak (32): an expert herbalist and potion-maker, Dr. Kiriyak is near-obsessive about their collection of seeds and potions and the knowledge they’ve amassed. Some might call them arrogant; Kiriyak would say that’s irrelevant. (flippable between trans man/trans woman/genderqueer)

Nikita Leu (25): a courier carrying items and messages as well as escorting people, Nikita is an excellent survivalist and has endured a dangerous itinerant life on the plains despite experiencing tragedy. Nikita is generally withdrawn and self-reliant to a fault. (flippable between cis man/cis woman/transfem)

Serhii/Sara/Saba Roschin (39): the leader of a town guard, Roschin is boisterous and cheerful, and likes to be the first to dive in to fix a problem. Roschin is a bold fighter and protector who may go too far when joking around but will stand up for others when it matters. (flippable between cis man/cis woman/transmasc)

Valeria/Valerio Chernenko (26): a flamboyant witch who guides travellers through storms and sells magical charms, Val’s trinkets aren't always as effective as they claim. Living a transient life, Val relies on their wits to avoid trouble - not always successfully. (flippable between trans man/trans woman/nonbinary transfem)

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 426

The hornet council attempting to summon Silksong

[zu-is-here]

Dream what do you like more your husband cross or peppermint candy?

[shopwitchvamp]

Me closing my shop down on April 2nd:

[doessilksonghaveareleasedate]

Day 2,163

Silksong does not have a release date.

There's speculation that a twitter account (everydruidwaswr, previously wilboooo) is William Pellen, one of the lead developers at Team Cherry. A post made yesterday says "something big is coming. keep your eyes closed tomorrow". The profile picture was changed to be a Brooklyn Blackout Cake. On the website, the date says "April 2nd, 2024".

In other news, the Nintendo Switch 2 was just announced today, and there will be more info on April 2nd. This is exactly one year after the cake article was made.

More info here: https://youtu.be/FA9H3snFrSQ and here: https://youtu.be/9jpNkt_v0jM

Edit: 2th

[alicenpai]

dunmeshi stuff that came in the mail recently :)

[tayasigerson]

Happy 30th to Final Fantasy VI

[planetbeanie]

Todays beanie of the day is Sunnie Giraffe (purple)

Birthday: 4/2/2006 • Line: Beanie Babies

[tastytofusoup]

The Longest Journey (1999) ↠ Metro Circle

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

Who: Open

When: Late hours of April 1st/early hours of April 2nd

Where: Rooftop

Not a thing had gone as expected. Not a thing. And it had all started out so well. But when he'd found out the only people he considered family kept things from him - Big things. Lied even. - he couldn't stifle the overwhelming feeling of betrayal that tightened his chest over the omission. No matter the fact that he understood and even agreed with their reasoning. Worst of all, it made him feel like a failure as a brother knowing Charlie felt like she had to hide her pregnancy from him. Or that she was even an iota similar to their mother.

Where had he gone so wrong?

The whole evening brought up a lot of shit he'd long thought forgotten and the building became more claustrophobic than ever. It was times like this that made him miss the freedom to leave the most. Right or wrong, John-Paul best processed things alone and with the world now conatined solely within the walls of the Wexley it was almost impossible for him to disappear anymore. The roof at least gave him enough space to breath a little.

He was glad when he found it unoccupied after leaving the Rose family meeting. He made his way across the rooftop to the banister, only swaying gently as he walked. He leaned on the railing with a sigh. He was going to be an uncle. A smile tugged at his lips and he took a drink. Maybe the night hadn't been all bad. Charlie had gotten knocked up by Roman though, so maybe it had all been shit.

JP had been lost in thought over what it all meant under the circumstances when the sound of the door shutting broke his focus. "Hate to break it to you, but the show's over," he said bitterly without even bothering to look back at who'd interuppted him.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Literally nothing. I tucked myself in, sat there for about 15 minutes, and then woke up. It was really depressing, in a way.