#love and pestilence

[spiderlilypetals]

Ah, well, this reaper has grey hair and I would've lost it if he had red eyes. Still... reaper!Sylus. Yep, that is all.

[lucidoasis]

one thing i'm still stuck on and think is such a sylus thing to do (if he were a grim reaper) is that in the 1st chapter of the book, grove has to reap the soul of this old ass baron, the thing is at the time of the reaping, the dude's basically got this younger innkeeper who is literally just trying to find the key to the baron's treasury, etc riding him, so anyways... grove can hear these two fucking in the room, and he just strides in while the innkeeper is on top of the baron and goes "time's up" LMFAO. bored expression and all.

and when the innkeeper was like "you're... you're..." hella scared and all, grove goes "growing impatient." ugh, but one thing that had me in a chokehold, was when the innkeeper started to pray and grove's just like "pray to whomever you want, i can assure you they don't care, besides... i'm not here for you." oh yeah, as if hearing grove's lines in sylus's voice wasn't enough, jake even added a picture of what grove apparently looks like. i'm still not over it. (i'll put it under the cut) but jfc alskdfj oh to be aurelia, so fucking loved by this God of Death, alsdkfjsdfdskfjsdf my love for grim reapers man...

[waspgrave]

Love how anytime you ask someone who is nostalgic about dao’s ‘dark fantasy’ just what made it gritty/dark for them and why they like it so much, and their answer is always like, ‘men suffer battles while women get assaulted by darkspawn and made into broodmothers’. Like they can’t actually name anything beyond that and parts of the Blight. But they never delve too far into what made the Blight horrible beyond….you guessed it…broodmother lore. Odd

[alexiaa049]

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛

(𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠)

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

i need you to imagine lesbian rabbit women that like to hang around william afton exclusively because theyre convinced hes a woman(theyre right) and his vibes are so awful he singlehandedly powers their entire shitty dilapidated motel in the middle of nowhere,,

[liontamarin]

the next set of guys i wanna introduce for VotHa!! meet brisa, the medium's head statistician, and her infamous, long-dead brother, zenith. for the adult cast, at least, Visions is a very siblings-focused story...and much of the cast's relationships with one another revolves around how they viewed zenith, especially for brisa. Everything Is This Guy's Fault!!!!

the (under)world of this universe operates as a bureaucracy: different departments of the medium handle different aspects, means, and sometimes even interpretations, of death and the afterlife. above all of that, though, stand the recordkeepers: the head statistician and the head librarian, who compile information encompassing all departments. they're both usually hereditary positions given to the current ruler's siblings...head statistician brisa, however, is in quite a tricky position: she's currently interim head necromancer, alongside her usual duties, picking up the mess that her brother's trial and resulting political unrest has left behind...

suddenly handed the responsibility of raising a child to be an heir well-respected enough to repair the public image of the petaloudas after both zenith's execution and atalanta's parents getting assassinated, she's called for the assistance of the horsemen, four powerful siblings and medium officials who knew zenith quite well, in training atalanta. little did she know that despite their well-deserved reputations as powerhouses, they're...far more eclectic than she'd bargained for. and also just as inexperienced with children as she is. and have essentially become yet another responsibility to handle on brisa's already-full plate.

as atalanta uncovers more about the baggage zenith left behind, however, both physically and emotionally, perhaps her mentors could be of some use to her...and brisa, too, potentially, if the two ever manage to get past their rocky relationship with one another...and if brisa ever manages to get past hers with zenith. maybe as the last two survivors of the royal bloodline, they'll teach each other a few things about their family name...eventually.

(check out the sheets for atalanta & kris here if you want more context on this story!!)

[tinyangrynerd]

Maybe kallamar?

repulsive <3

[iiivanillacreamiii]

DAILY SUPERNATURAL REWATCH UPDATE:

"You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man I believed you to be."

someone should make a drinking game every time anything queer happens (if u are not queer you probably won't be drinking that much)

[lynxindisguise]

my apologies to tumblr democracy, I'm pairing krampus sirius with elf remus bc the nightmare before christmas au wasn't sparking joy! as an apology, please enjoy this snippet of what I did write before scrapping it:

“Would you like some tea?” Remus asks, gesturing to a cauldron bubbling over with greenish goo. “Er… no thank you.” Remus shrugs and scoops himself a goblet. He doesn’t dare ask where the liquid goes after entering his mouth. “How do you usually sleep? Under the bed? Under the stairs? In a closet?” Curled up beside you, he thinks. Not that there’s much of this version to cuddle. “How silly of me!” Remus whacks his head. “You wouldn’t have any of those things in the woods. This here is a bed.” He tugs down a candlestick on the mantle, and the fireplace spins around to reveal a narrow, crusty bed. “I prefer to sleep on top. Perhaps you’d like to curl up beneath me?” Sirius knows he means beneath the bed itself, but he can’t help but snort at the question. Confused by his response, Remus waves a hand. “We can sort it later tonight. I know this all must be very overwhelming for you. But you’ll love the parade; I just know it! Every night the mayor selects a pumpkin king. It’s usually the wolf man, Greyback. And by usually, I mean always. But I think you stand a real chance of winning, terrifying as a you are.” “Why not you?” He shakes his skull vigorously and pops the bones of his fingers in and out of place. “Oh no—I could never… I don’t want that.” “What do you want?” “Oh, I don’t know…” He lets out an awfully weary sigh for someone without lungs. “Sometimes I find myself thinking ‘is this all there is?’ Lily says we all have our fears, and mine is the existential sort. I think probably I’m just rather ungrateful.” “You aren’t.” Sirius sets a hand on his shoulder, wishing there was more than bone to squeeze. “What if I told you there is something more out there?” “You mean,” he lowers his voice, “The Boogieman?” “No, Remus. Not The Boogieman. I mean another town. Another world.” He stares into his empty sockets as though he might find Remus’s big brown eyes in there somewhere. But Remus turns away. “We should get ready for the parade. Would you like some… erm… clothing?” He clears his throat. “I have a cloak that I think would suit you perfectly.” Before he can respond, Remus produces a cloak that appears to have been crafted of black mould and tenderly drapes it around his shoulders. “Truly ghastly,” he remarks, swinging Sirius towards the mirror. “Look!” Though he doesn’t think the cloak makes much of a difference, he can’t help but smile at the skeleton beaming over his shoulder. The demonic curve of his mouth and glint of his fangs does not do him any favours. “Thank you, Remus.”

[ct-multifandom]

If I met award-winning murder mystery author Stuart Turton (the 7 1/2 deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, the devil and the dark water, the last murder at the end of the world) in person, I would gift him a copy of the zero escape trilogy the way Matpat gave the pope undertale

[totally-lyrical]

WHO WANTS SOME MINOR LORE FOR VoP

so basically i figured out how i want the gods to work in the fic. since they're all gods of some aspect of the apocalypse, i want them to also be gods of the inverse:

Leshy, being the god of chaos, is also order.

Heket, as the god of famine, is also the god of the harvest.

Kallamar, the god of plague, is also the god of medicine.

Shamura, as the god of war, is also peace.

and Narinder, as death, would also be life.

they're just more prominently worshipped in their apocalyptic aspects, so they appear as the apocalypse.

[spiderlilypetals]

i am in pain. complete utter pain. jfc I- ALKSDHGKDLS jake when i catch YOU JAKE WHEN I CATCH YOU

[lucidoasis]

PARDON??? i asked "Next book when 👁️" and he— help?

[essentiallydanielle]

“I cannot decide if you are a toxin or a tonic… only that you plague my thoughts and fill my veins.”

- Laura Thalassa // Pestilence

[alexiaa049]

Me every single night

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

One thing Im gonna have fun with in regards to the purge of the crowns stuff is writing Shamura and the other Crowns. Even if it seems Shamura is amicable to the rest, so much of it is just a ploy to know their weaknesses and strengths. It’s hundreds blessed against five after all.

War had to have the Knowledge to destroy them all so effectively somehow.