#kinda cathartic

[baura-bear]

whenever i'm having a long day i make myself a cup of tea and drink it like i'm nixon with vat 69

[egophiliac]

trying to finish up some older stuff before the new year (and also subject everyone to more endless Meleanor forever)

have a good one, guys! ❄️

[starry-bi-sky]

The first time disciple Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu meets Liu Qingge, it is during a Bai Zhan peak raid. And what ends up happening is that Shen Qingqiu gets kicked in the jaw with such force he feels his teeth clack together unpleasantly. And frustrated with his situation, the system, and quite frankly a ton of other little things that have been building up over the course of the last few weeks, he feels something snap in the back of his mind like that of a rubber band after being stretched too far.

What ends up happening is that Shen Qingqiu turns and locks onto the very first figure he can see that is dressed in grey-and-white like a homing missile, and then with the force of a twin-tailed mountain tiger, lunges towards said figure with an equally menacing snarl.

He ends up taking the Bai Zhan peak disciple by utter surprise, and they both collide into the ground in a tangle of angry yelling and limbs. What ends up happening is that Liu Qingge gets the subsequent wind knocked out of him and pinned into the dirt by a Qing Jing peak disciple who is filled with the might and fury of a scholar having their peaceful afternoon interrupted and a once-grown-man re-experiencing puberty.

It is with that might and fury that Liu Qingge meets the wild, frenzied eyes of Shen Qingqiu, with his lips pulled back into a truly ferocious scowl. Shen Qingqiu hisses out, with such force it makes his voice rasp, as if he might as well sink his teeth into Liu Qingge's throat and rip it out; "Get the fuck off my mountain."

Liu Qingge is so shocked by -- well, quite a many things, but most importantly the fact that he has been pinned, and the way the sun is bouncing off this boy's face, -- that his brain needs five seconds to reboot. It's five seconds too long, because by the time he registers what just happened, Shen Yuan has clambered off him and disappeared. Gone and thrown himself into the closest dust cloud scuffling in order to unleash the rest of his fury on the other Bai Zhan Peak kids.

Qing Jing Peak experiences an unfortunate uptick in Bai Zhan disciple visits -- specifically of the Liu Qingge variety. Specifically Liu Qingge, actually. Who very much wants to find the boy that managed to get one over on him and demand a rematch. (Or maybe kiss him.)

[brbuttons]

We saw Coraline on the big screen finally, and it may have reawakened an ancient special interest...

[ying-doodles]

Fellas, is it gay to force your husband best friend into becoming an archangel after you become the king of hell so you both can live forever?

I made up the outfits by the way lol, there's no official design for them in CPSM yet. Also, I like drawing higher ranking angel halos like crowns almost, I dunno why, it's just fun-

(original drawing base by @/reddsmess)

[axel-tiredstudent]

silent conversations and catching up after many years

original version with the wrong arms under the cut

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Do you think if the trolls all came back, like everything in the main comic did happen and they were alive again. Do you think Feferi would actually forgive Eridan? Or want to even be his friend after everything? I don't personally like the erisol and fefertasprite interaction…felt rushed…..so I just wanted to know your opinion if things were different! :)

Yeah, I think they would be! Feferi is one of the trolls who takes dying the least badly (relentless optimism) and Eridan does genuinely feel bad, which means a lot when it's Eridan. I think she really is genuine when she says she wants them to be friends and also that she's really not the type of person to hold a grudge, and like... death is SUPER cheap in Homestuck, it's really not the horrific, irredeemable, irreperable damage that it is IRL - and if you're talking about (Feferi) and (Eridan), then they're both dead (and irrelevent) now, so the score is kind of even.

In general, the fandom - I mean, people in general, really - tend to have difficulty divorcing themselves from other people. We tend to assume that the people and characters they like will hold similar opinions to themselves. This is how people who like Karkat and don't like Eridan can mentally gloss over or even block out their clear, close friendship, or how people who dislike Cronus can end up overlooking that Meenah actually takes his opinion seriously and unironically defends his wizard thing. Feferi really isn't mad at Eridan or upset about dying the way we probably would be, because she's friends with the horrorterrors, relentlessly cheerful, comfortable with death in general, and death is also just not really that big of a deal in this setting. "I'm really sorry about that, that was shitty of me" is honestly probably all the apology she needs, especially if they came back to life anyway.

[hajihiko]

Having an angry little friend can be good when you need someone to be pissed on your behalf

[eatanorange]

Can I share a fear rq? can I share a fear with y'all? Can I tell you what I witness and what it manifests in to? Will it manifest the entity looming in the darkest parts of my head? Will you blame me for going insane or will you find some sort of sick, disorienting beauty in my destruction, in my fusing with said entity? Will I still be alone then? Will I be known, then? Will it sicken you to see how full of love I am and how colored by distrust it is? Will you look away when the hand you reach for turns to a blade and cuts yours off, or will you pull back too? Did you already have that prosthetic, there? Is that what you call self preservation?

[2aceofspades]

TW: Gross stuff..? I dunno, but it ain't pretty

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My own enemy

weight lifted

[ace-disgrace-on-the-case]

I apologize in advance, this was not a writing prompt and this is not my best work but I was absolutely seized by this image and needed to put some of it to paper:

The ground was softer than one would expect. It was supple and moist, begging to give way as the first shovels broke ground. As it turned out, grave dirt made for wonderful farmland.

The first settlers to arrive came as a shock to anyone with common sense. To come to such a place, break ground, and stubbornly insist on staying was tantamount to suicide. It was obvious to anybody you asked, and yet those brave few stayed. Despite the oppressive heat, there they remained.

The demons kept a curious distance from the settlers’ little hamlet at first. They existed for the sole purpose of torturing the damned, and to see living souls willingly enter that place and stay confused them. A few drifted aimlessly between the small homes, carving little symbols in the stucco walls, but they did little to dissuade the settlement’s growth. Like bumblebees in the wind, they eventually grew bored and flitted off to their next tasks.

Eventually the village gave itself a name: Last Stop. The population remained low, yet slowly but surely people came. Their old lives in shambles, disowned and disdained for their differences, they each took a chance and found their way to the Last Stop. In turn each was welcomed, given a job and a home, and celebrated. Theirs was a community fostered by loss and joy in equal measures.

Soon the town of Last Stop had new visitors. Many walked with their heads bowed in shame, others wept as they walked the worn, earthy trail through the city center. They made their way to the cliff face, and there they stayed, sitting by the edge in a somber vigil. Any time a piece of wood was split or hot metal taken to anvil they flinched expectantly. These travelers, it was plain to see, were not like the others: they bore the heavy iron weights of the dead and damned, faces covered with funerary blindfolds and bodies wrapped in loose, tattered robes. The leaders of the village wondered amongst themselves. Why had the dead come here?

No boat ever came to ferry the dead across the inky depths of the ravine. Many of the townsfolk took to avoiding the cliffside clearing where the restless dead gathered, shying away from the painful reminders of their own mortality. It went on like this for some time, until one day a man decided to go out to give them some water. He sat with the dead, passing around large potted jugs and gingerly making conversation. Wary, they accepted his gifts, and talked for a time of their lives, many of which they regretted.

The next day, a woman brought food.

And so it continued, gifts and camaraderie shared bit by bit until the town of Last Stop had welcomed the dead into their midst with open arms. The dead, too, had been rejected from their world, cast down to this place for their slights against their fellow man. But some baked good bread. Some had deft hands with flowers. Some were simply good company. And all were welcome at their town at the end of the road, their Last Stop.

After all, grave dirt makes for wonderful farmland.

I just had a dream about humans building a city outside of hell to befriend the tormented souls.

[pepperpixel]

Yadda yadda yadda jinx is generally seen as a loose canon, does whatever she wants type of character, totally unpredictable. When in actuality, up until the last few episodes all of her choices and actions r motivated by wanting to please someone else. Hell. Even in the last couple episodes, the very Last thing we see her doing is ENTIRELY MOTIVATED by devotion and love and grief for silco, she’s taking out her frustration at herself and the world, and also honoring his wishes and dreams. By shooting a fucking bomb at piltover, she’s ensuring his life wasn’t in vain, she’s honoring him. In that moment

Her entire, self!!! is centered around love and loyalty. Is centered around other people, She’s motivated by an insatiable urge to prove herself, to be useful to those she loves, to show that she can help them and be there for them and be WORTHY of there love. That they haven’t made a mistake in loving her. To prove that she can be as pivotal to them as they r for her. She goes to the ends of the fucking earth to do this. And it ends. Terribly.

She puts the people she loves on pedestals and supplicates at there feet, she has no motivations most of the show outside of making the people she loves happy… she yearns for connection and love and safety. For a home that will never leave her behind, or crumble under her feet, (an indestructible home, That she can’t destroy just by being her…)

Which is why.. it’s so. Interesting and intriguing. How now, she has no one on that pedestal to worship, no one to drag sacrifices and offerings to the feet of, no one to spiral around and build herself off of. She is a person so *affected* by her relationships w others, but there is no relationship now, no one is stepping up to the plate to love her. She’s too much. For anyone. The one person who seemed to have unlimited patience for her is dead, because of her. and maybe vi could still love her.. but. She’s already soured that relationship. Already broken that one too. Broken all her favorite toys that made her so happy. That were there for her. And scared all the rest away. (There is a limit to what vi can support and forgive to reconnect w her sister. And I believe terrorism is crossing that limit ghgh)

And maybe, jinx is cutting that part of herself out on purpose. To be stronger, she’s realized she just. Isn’t made for love. That she ruins it all in the end. That it just makes everything worse. Messier. More complicated. She’s better off on her own, but for what PURPOSE! Who will she be now! What choices will she make!?! Almost all of her actions in the show were for others, what is driving her now, now that she has this gaping void at the center of her being. Where love used to be… what kind of person will she become, Without a guide to follow… a sun to orbit around. it’s sad honestly ghghg-!!! like yeah it’s not healthy that she is this way but there’s no THERAPY IN ARCANE. THIS IS THE WAY SHE IS! And now. She’s alone… it’s rough. But also intriguing…!! And I honestly have no clue how she’s gonna act in season 2,,, or what sorta shit she’s gonna get up to. but I’m excited.

[occulee]

Push is a really good song

[witchspeka]

It's always "Shou and Ritsu need to blow stuff up with their minds for mental health reasons" or Ritsu and Teru or even Shou and Teru!

But what about Mob? When does he get to blow stuff up with his mind for funsies? For shits and giggles? He didn't go through all of those meltdowns and character development for nothing, let him go ham on a junkyard car or something smh

I believe in Mob's narrative given right to fuck shit up sometimes

[lopposting]

with every mistake we must surely be learning

[thru-ur-alarms]

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