#just want to cease to exist

[bl00dngvts]

Staring at the ceiling wondering why I'm still even here

[rjshope]

get yourself a man who knows what's important to him in this life ♡

[kagoutiss]

as if it was never there at all.

[equill]

Different choices.

The ending is still an calamity.

They would fight over different ideals (I love making utter nonsense)

I also survive off videos clips of boruto. I have no clue what’s going on but mitsuki is trying his best

An Uchiha’s Love & Grief

(they wouldn’t get along either)

[kingdomsaurushearts]

Still kickin.

Just exhausted 😩

[karokawwo]

i agree sm with your ais post and your takes are always so good. When it comes to writing i really hope the devs dont have in mind the fans reaction 😭😭😭 i have already seen so many complaints about vere killing us and if thats the darkest the fandom can handle then we are DOOMED ✋️✋️✋️✋️

"we need more dark romance!!" and they can't even handle getting killed by a beautiful mysterious fox. fake ass fans

also yeah i too hope that they aren't getting influenced by the fandom (like the marketing is) in the full game.. darkness aside i think the most awkward moments of the demo seem like what the writers expected the player to feel like if that makes sense(? ("i want to kiss their mole" from the alley scene with mhin, paying too close attention to vere's body when you first meet him). overly trying to cater to fans just ends up being. really unsatisfactory

in short, less fanservice more murder 🙏

[whollyjoly]

manifesting may and buck talking at the hospital, in a parallel to the may and bobby conversation in 6x11:

buck, trying to keep it together: "im sorry im such a mess, you must be taking this a lot harder than i am"

may, putting a hand on his shoulder: "buck, we're both worried about our dad. it's okay"

[ivormybeloved]

Day 25 — Nightmare

never let me try to paint again. the spider webs decided to not show up and I am NOT adding them back <3

MCSMtober by @bumpkin-bug

[sforzesco]

it’s by divine intervention only that I’m not constantly posting about the bullshit cycle of Filipino politics here because the fucking presidential family is turning my home province into a puppet state and the wife of the assassinated governor is gearing up for a dynasty run in office and people are going to vote for her because they feel bad that her husband got murdered instead of seeing authoritarian assimilation and a dynast take over for what it is. The next election is not an election if all the players ahead of time have begun to form a united coalition with the backing of a fascist family.

instead I simply crack Crassus open like a walnut and start yelling really loud into his rib cage.

[chaoartwork]

Still wondering if im going to continue this.

[babycharmander]

people will write the most aphobic or amatonormative essays on creativity or media in general and other folks will link it around like it's the most Beautiful and True thing that has Ever been Written and it's just something like

"more children's media needs to show characters having sex"

or "art is only good if it involves fetishes and is written by intensely sexual people because liking sex is normal and not being interested in sex is not and makes your writing Extremely Boring and Bad"

or "media that shows muscular or thin people is so sad because it will make other people want to be muscular or thin and then that will lower their libido and they will not be able to enjoy sex which is more important than health"

like are people... actually reading what these essays are saying or

[murdleandmarot]

The dichotomy of listening to moments of happiness really is just “Oh, I want to live forever” directly followed by “I am going to fucking kill myself.”

[cuteniaarts]

The weight of the world is a heavy burden

Especially for a child

(Or, in slightly less dramatic terms – I imagine that the first of her past lives that Avatar Suiren [who is the Avatar after Aang instead of Korra in my AU, and also Ghazan and Ming-Hua’s daughter] gets to talk to is Yangchen, because she is too plagued by memories not her own [including Jetsun’s death, fun fact]. And Yangchen wouldn’t want another child to go through what she did on their own)

(Or maybe someone just needed an excuse to draw @katkastrofa’s latest obsession in a context that interests them as well, just in time to maybe cheer her up a little? You can’t prove anything)

[sincerely-a-walking-corpse]

Reblog to-

No!

Don't reblog me, ignore me, let me fade into nothingness, let me become a mere memory haunting the shadows of your dash!

[oh-hell-help-me]

Day 19: Hungry

-please stop-

Super Dimentio cackles in delight as Mario tumbles from a swinging hand, feeling a crunch that has a trembling part of it finally still.

-don’t-

A finger twitches, but it doesn't prevent Paper Mario from getting a missile to the face, or Bowser tanking a headbutt as Peach dashes between its legs in hopes of attacking it from behind-

-you're... hurting them. stop-

Paper Peach is desperately keeping her ground as her parasol blocked projectiles, only to be sent careening back by Paper Bowser and Mario, who has been bodyslammed by a sliding shoe-

-stopsTOPITSTOPIT-

The entity cranes its head unnaturally as its eyes follow Peach, whose attacks simply bounce off.

"Useless."

It raises its hand-

And spasms.

It’s fighting with itself.

Mario would have thought it was just readying another attack, but-

The things arms seemed to wind themselves around the neck- squeezing as the rest of the body jerked in disjointed effort.

-STOPITSTOPITIWILLNOTLETYOU-

His head feels like it's splitting open- no one is shouting but the words are loud enough to feel them crashing into his skull.

"ha."

He looks up (when did he fall to his knees?) and sees the thing's face stretch into a crazed grin.

"hahaHAHAHA!" He hates how the laugh echoes in this place- how it sounds like Luigi but just. Not. "YOU REALLY THINK IT WOULD BE THAT EASY, LITTLE 'HERO'?" It wrenches its arms apart, making a crackling sound that sends Mario's stomach lurching.

The thing has its hands loom over him, now, and while it felt like another blow might end his game-

The hand snaps backward, fingers twisting behind the 'wrist' as the thing wails-

He can't help but feel hope.

"Lu-" He coughs and ignores the iron-tasting wetness clogging his mouth. "Luigi?"

It's not paying any attention to him, or anyone for that matter as the spasming sends it crashing to knees-

"no-NO-!"

The voice sounds nothing like Luigi, but also not like the thing.

"YOu- YOU- ArE NOT The SHowRunNer here-!"

"ShUt... UP!" The thing(?) screams- and shoves a gloved hand deep in its mouth.

It's disgusting to watch, especially as fluids start seeping out-

There's a squelch-

And there a jester is, wrapped in a darkening hand- frozen in shock. as the 'thing' seems to catch its breath.

Mario tries again. "Weegie?"

It's a split second, but he still feels unimaginable relief to see it- no, Luigi, it's Luigi- glance over to him with a tired but warm look.

And then his brother looks back at his hand-

And Mario tries to not feel fear when he sees that familiar face contort into something- dark.

He's never seen Luigi angry, nevermind whatever it is that he sees aimed at Dimentio (and it has to be him, especially as the jester seems to try to squirm out of its Luigi's grasp).

In his peripherals, he sees everyone else in their own state of anticipation, maybe hints of trepidation, and he couldn't blame them-

He wasn't expecting that expression to smooth out.

He definitely didn't expect Luigi's arm to condense with shadows and-

They spread down to his hands, bubbling around the wrist, up the hand-

And then Dimentio is screaming.

"nonoNONONONO- THIS IS NOT- NOT LIKE THIS-"

Mario isn't sure what to feel when he sees the figure get enveloped by those shadows-

The screaming cuts out.

He... feels horror. He hates that it's caused by Luigi. He feels like he's been dunked in an ice bath and left to dry in a freezer. Was that Luigi?

And did it matter, when he sees that towering figure tremble and shrink?

Did it matter when that figure starts to look less like that 'thing' and more like Luigi?

Did it matter when Luigi, and it is Luigi, he could hear his voice, see his face even if a bit lacking in color...

He doesn't hesitate to run towards him when he looks ready to keel over, doesn't flinch when he catches him and leads him down to the ground and into his arms-

He decides that it doesn't matter, when he hears his baby brother cry.

It doesn't even matter that he can feel Bowser approach in heavy steps, plopping down near them only to scoop them both in a hug.

It doesn't matter to him, not when the other half of his world seems to be breaking just the same as ever.

He just isn't sure what the others are feeling.

The sudden silence rings loudly in here.

Bowser would never say that he was scared.

With Luigi, he could say -with surety- that the Green Bean could never manage to scare him at all.

Strangely, even with the things that play out in front of him, he doesn't feel scared either. Not with the protective rage (something almost unrecognizable on that face) aimed at what used to be a threat.

He doesn’t give a damn that Luigi isn’t… the same, or that he’s technically hugging the red menace as well.

Luigi's fine- they're fine.

Everything's fine.

He-

He feels the way the brothers shift closer, yes, but also feels a colder hand reach above his upper plastron, patting around for something-

Oh.

He does his best to curl inwards, letting his muzzle nuzzle into Luigi's green-capped hair(?) and the searching hand does its best to curl around his head in a familiar hug.

...What does he feel then?

It's... something warm, maybe even hot, sitting in the bottom of his stomach. It flares up when Luigi calms down enough to pet his mane, nails scritching satisfyingly yet sending shivers down his spine.

He is... also tense? Bowser isn't nervous, or waiting for something, per say, but the world also feels strangely intense. He can feel his heart beating faster than usual, even though everything is done, and-

He stills, and is very grateful that neither human notices.

He'll deal with those feelings later.

Bowser is quick to stand up, lugging the two brothers up with him (he is smug to hear two startled yelps from that) and stomps over to the group of Paper versions and Peach.

He tries to not feel hungry.

The conversation with the Paper versions is... enlightening for Peach. And maybe them too, considering the thoughtful looks towards the unlikely pair huddled together with Mario.

For one, they are incredibly sure that -whatever Dimentio did- he hadn't bothered to keep tabs on their Luigi. If he wasn't this careless -or reckless- enough with the merge into 'Super Dimentio', there might have been a good chance of none of them surviving this.

Another is that Paper Bowser seems... stumped, realizing that his other version has fallen in love with someone who isn't Peach.

(She tries not to acknowledge the warning look Paper Mario shoots him with.)

Their last revelation is that whatever Dimentio did to summon the Chaos Heart this time hasn't ripped a hole in their reality.

It has also not really left.

Peeking back at the trio, coming closer due to Bowser, she is still off-put by the shock of white hair next to Mario's brown.

Never mind the lingering (but thankfully fading) pulses of emptiness that surround Luigi.

She's... not sure how to feel about Dimentio's... death? Is he even alive still, or was that truly...?

Regardless, they needed to go back. If not because of how unsure she is of this place's stability-

A stomach growls, and the only reason she knows it's from Luigi is becuase he shrinks into himself with a whine of embarrassment.

She tries really hard to not be incredulous, considering he just ate-

She is sure no one here has eaten since this morning...

How long have they been here?

She claps her hands together, startling everyone with the broken silence.

"Let's go home!"

[themarsbar]

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