#love and pestilence

[scarlet-passion]

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.

[lost-oasis]

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

[scp049swifey]

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]

WOAH oh my god?? it's oc time??! some character sheets of my main two gals for my original story, Visions of the Hereafter!

the plot focuses on heiress to the underworld (also known as the medium in-universe), atalanta, who shows great raw power but has incredible difficulty channeling and restraining her emotions, which is super important when you're a necromancer. and while her mentors have taught her a lot, her aunt brisa never lets her hear the end of how far behind she is, as the clock is ticking for her ascension as head necromancer.

meanwhile, mortal delinquent and con artist kris has lived her whole life with the strange ability to sense the dead...when atalanta goes up to the surface under brisa's strict supervision as part of her training, what on earth happens when she manages to sneak off anyways and bumps into kris? it seems like the two are inexplicably connected, somehow...could the realms of the living and dead colliding like this only spell disaster just like atalanta's education in the medium has always taught her, or could it perhaps lead to something more...?

everything regarding this story is gonna be in my #VotHa tag from now on, more guys to come!

[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.

[scarlet-passion]

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

[lost-oasis]

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

[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.

[scp049swifey]

Me every single night

[famine-ate-the-blogname]

YALL THE NEW LINEUP IS HERE!!!!

A little bit about Famine's new getup too - pretend that she just ripped up her old dress :o] No but the grey laces that she ties for it to be fitted around her waist are supposed to represent that of rope from a potato sack! I can actually be smart yes Also with her wild and adventurous personality on top of it, I thought it'd make more sense for her to wear open toed shoes!

Bonus lil evolution chart from the changes over the years:

Can you believe I've had these guys for 7 years tomorrow??? T-T They grow up so fast...