#musings for later

[raayllum]

Been thinking about it as I approach 5x08 in my S5 rewatch but something something "the actual character arcs are wrapped up steadily either prior to or within the finale" spread out across the main cast is brewing

[chipper-smol]

vibes for tonight 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

[canisalbus]

Ok ok hear me out: it could end in tragedy,, AND have a happy ending. The attempt(s) on Machete’s life force him to flee, he doesn’t even have the chance to find Vasco. Cue gay longing for at least a few years while Machete despairs over the loss of his love, his life, his status. He and Vasco only reunite (again) in their later years. Their relationship is forever flavored with loss and loneliness, but that only means they savor every moment that much more

I also I would like to see them as old men. Vasco would be so droopy :)

You gave me such old dog brainworms.

[worldsewage]

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💫💫 (Ref under the cut) + Salmon Here

[werewolfbarista]

new sona . if u even care..............

[amiracleilluminated]

[mccoyquialisms]

wait, there’s for real, serious discourse about the bad kids killing the rat grinders? people realize they’re watching a show based on the “burn towns, get money, slaughter our enemies to save the day” game, right?

[cornerstoreclown]

So happy to see you’re back, we missed you!🫶

How about reader cleaning those nasty teeth for him? Given he’d allowed it-😉

Consider it done. Gender neutral reader x Art, trying to brush this man's teeth.

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This is the third time he’s shoved you off his lap. For the past five minutes, you’ve been fighting the Miles County Clown with sheer determination, spite, and a toothbrush. Who was winning at this point, you weren’t sure. What started off as a simple ambush when he was sitting on the couch watching your TV became a failed plan within seconds the very instant he caught wind of what you were trying to accomplish. 

There were three truths that could coexist peacefully: 

The first one was that you loved this stupid clown. The second truth was that he was fucking disgusting and often smelled like he came out of the goddamn city sewers, and god have mercy on your soul if you caught a whiff of his breath after he finished eating something–or someone. And the third truth follows on the tails of the second one…

Which is that your standards are absolute dogshit. The bar is in hell! Literally in this case, considering WHO you’re dealing with.

Absolutely no way in hell that anyone else in the entire world would be able to get away with this. No one. They’d get a free lobotomy with how far that toothbrush would be jammed up their nose. You’re actually surprised that he’s not yet gotten up out of his seat, but you did catch him at a time where one of his favorite shows was on. That was all a part of your grand scheme. 

You’re back in his lap again, toothbrush with a little bit of toothpaste still somehow miraculously attached to the bristles.

He moves his head away from you again, like a defiant child, and he’s starting to wear down your patience and piss you off. 

“Art.” You firmly tell him, trying to get this brush near his face, and so far, the closest you’ve gotten is within a few inches of his mouth. You use your free hand to try and tilt his head back to keep him from moving, leaving him to respond in turn with a scowl, baring his teeth in the form of a threat. 

Which was fine for you. 

With enough dexterity, you manage to get a few brushes in on the top row of his teeth, feeling a bit of satisfaction until he elbows you in the face and then pushes your head away so you can’t see.

“Fucker!” You say through grit teeth. “Art, come ON! Let me HELP you!” 

You don’t feel the pain when he hits you in the face. Anger and frustration run deep in your veins now, guided by nothing but pure adrenaline as you’re both locked in battle with each other, pushing at the other. You both look like siblings at this point. That’s about how it fucking felt. 

You fight against him pushing your head away, and catch a glimpse of a horrid sight–

His gums are bleeding.

His teeth are coated in blood. 

You knew that his oral hygiene was bad, but you didn’t know how bad, and it becomes apparent to you that everything was way worse than you thought. 

Then he stuns you, zigging when you were expecting him to zag as he switches it up, grabbing your wrists and staring you right in the face, his snarl twisting into a smile. You don’t get a chance to react.

Well, you sort of did.

“Art–” 

You’re cut off as he presses his lips to yours, forcefully kissing you and sloppily giving you the nastiest fucking makeout ever. His tongue pushes past your mouth and goes in, shamelessly sharing whatever taste he had leftover from the mystery dinner he ate the night before, but not without the sharp taste of iron from his bleeding gums first. You gag, the pungent taste hitting your tongue, leaving you to immediately try to back up off of him, and he helps you further by once again shoving you off, this time flinging you to the floor at the foot of the couch.

The toothbrush, your so-called weapon of the day, has been dropped and rolled away from where you landed flat on your back. 

Art wasn’t having it. The show he had been hoping to watch tonight? Ruined, as he gets up off the couch and leaves you on the ground. He had half a mind to kick you in the side on the way out. 

You’ll just have to try again some other time. Maybe.

[theinternetdemon]

rin & len transparents — muse dash.

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[tofixtheshadows]

The thing to me about Kabru's ambiguous eating disorder is that, well, how could you take any pleasure in eating when all your worst memories are of the most violent and taboo acts of eating there are? The desecration of the dead, the mauling and devouring of living bodies, the implication of cannibalism when the dead rose as new monsters to eat their own kin. Humans becoming food. How could eating ever be a source of casual comfort for you after witnessing that? After you watched predators tear into your own mother's body?

The horror of Senshi's past hinges on his fear that he was a cannibal, but he grew up to care deeply about cooking and nutrition and feeding others because the real trauma was starvation, which breaks past the taboo of cannibalism. And so he makes sure that he and the people around him do not starve.

The horror of Kabru's past is one of excess. An entire people wiped out because they were made into food, into piles of corpses and blood soaking the land, with the gluttony of a demon's endless appetite behind it. And Kabru grows up to deprive himself so utterly that he's willing to die for a cause, to make his own life worth something.

[basslinegrave]

when im waiting for a call i like to draw bunnies

[keirou-kun]

So for those who don't know, I make chainmail as a hobby/half-assed side hustle. I'll probably be posting a little more about that as I ease my way into 'what even is social media for selling shit' because even though this is Tumblr and the term 'algorithm' doesn't apply here it's still dipping my toe in the water, as it were.

Anyway

All that is to say that I was dicking around yesterday making a few maille-men [listen I love me a good visual pun] and because I have been on a DC Green Lantern kick I decided to try and make Hal.

And, uh.

Then I had to make the other three to keep him company.

Presenting the Four Corpsmen, chainmail-style.

They are, in fact, for sale, and I do, in fact, take commissions. My askbox is always open >w>

[chipper-smol]

stumbled into a vintage mall and found this pitcher set from 1960

fyi the transgender flag was designed in 1999

honestly kinda neat

[authorafterhours]

No, but Hannigram has GOT to be seething with jealousy over Symbrock because that level of intimacy? Literally being able to live under the other's skin? With how often Hannibal and Will are described as wanting to crawl into the other's ribcage and stay there? Murder husbands would be feral, your honor.

[cripplepunkbarbarian]

I am so glad that the kid spectrals have such normal and caring spirits who will definitely not physically endanger and/or cruelly betray them in the midst of their lives already being destroyed by cults, monsters, and interpersonal drama. It’s so cool and nice 👍

[marshmallowwitharubberband]

Sad fic idea at 3 a.m.:

A few years after Wei Wuxian dies, Lan Wangji tries to follow him to the afterlife. Now, when Wei Wuxian comes back there's no one to recognize him and he is free to wander, as long as he avoids Jiang Cheng.

He keeps wondering where Lan Zhan is, why he hasn't seen or heard from him, and why the Lan disciples seem weirdly fixated on his demonic cultivation and on keeping him safe.

Eventually he comes to find that the Lan Sect Leader, with the help of Jin Guangyao, has been secretly tracking down demonic cultivators and dragging them to Gusu for an unknown purpose. This has put them at odds with Jiang Cheng and his "on sight, like mosquitoes" policy against demonic cultivators.

WWX ends up letting himself be kidnapped into Cloud Recesses under the guise of Mo Xuanyu to find out what is truly going on.

He receives a business proposal: either he helps them solve a very delicate, top secret problem, or... whatever Jin Guangyao's heavy silence and uncanny smile imply, which can't be good.

They take him to the jingshi where he is promptly locked up with what he realizes, to his horror, is Lan Zhan's half-reanimated fierce corpse.

LZ succeded in his attempt to die and Lan Xichen kinda went off the deep end, hiring demonic cultivators to try and do a Wen Ning on him, but they did an incomplete job and they hadn't found anyone who could fix it.

I'm sure Xue Yang might play a part in it but I'm not sure exactly how.

Wei Wuxian eventually manages to fully restore Lan Zhan's consciousness and they both have to grapple with the situation. This, of course, reveals WWX's identity because only the Yiling Laozu could have pulled off fixing a botched reanimation so quickly.

I'm not sure how to continue but I do want to give them a happy ending because fierce corpse lan zhan is hot and deserves love.

does it count as necrophilia if they both came back from the dead?