#nothing. agony.

[forgotten-daydreamer]

funny how the moment i'm oxygen-deprived my brain instantly goes ATTENTION EVERYONE, WE ARE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK AND WE'RE HAVING IT NOW, BUCKLE UP. but it's just. bronchitis. like. i can't breathe well. my hands and arms tingle because i am not inhaling enough oxygen. but my brain's like. oh. we're panicking now, yup.

[newttxt]

this is when i come clean and admit i sketched some stuff based on my own fic :///

(the full version is on my bsky, but its not actually explicit. tmblr just has Odd Rules)

[scooterscoob]

[a moment of solace]

[the-muppet-joker]

How are you?

I am doing the best I can given the circumstances! (Horse dead, scammed thousands, got bald)

[bakudekublogblog]

this is izuku remembering kacchan being stabbed btw

[zarvasace]

Don’t mind me, just reposting the Counterbalance illustrations as a batch… I like some of them more than others but I like seeing them all together

Ksjrnflskenflskfneksjnfjeksfn I love them. This fic was an insane experience.

[dykedvonte]

I think any fix-it mouthwashing au has to have the mandatory scenes of Curly either being able to blink again or speaking for the first time.

[snersona]

its unsettling, to mother nothing

[spark-circuit]

(said in Wise's voice) "Maybe it was a mistake letting Anby borrow our subscription password for that movie..."

[drakkonyan]

The future never forgets the events that shaped it The past awaits for better times to come

[hellamorte]

do you ever think about how lucanis keeps losing and losing and losing — his entire life? losing his parents, losing his childhood because of the crow training, losing his freedom, his sleep, and one year of his life due to imprisonment. then the maker smiles upon him, and he's discovering something good (rook, the veilguard team, purpose), acquiring something back (his family, his life, his freedom, his job, his city), finding some peace in mundane things (coffee, cooking, taking care of others). it feels like the scales are finally moving, balancing — only for him to lose again. he loses caterina, he can lose his city to blight, he loses at weisshaupt, he loses grip on himself (thanks to spite), he loses control — he loses himself, piece by piece. rook can help lighten the load on his chest (thanks to spite), he gets caterina back, and breathing feels a little bit easier. but loss is not done with him. he loses illario, and it feels like losing a limb, a large piece of himself violently torn away. he's visibly shaken, but no one truly knows what it takes to string the assorted pieces of himself together and keep functioning. and then loss deals what seems like the final blow: some of his friends are dead or lost, and rook is gone, too. he failed; he only knows death, doesn't he? life only takes, and takes, and takes, giving only to tease and take it back. at that moment, he's falling apart completely — until they find rook, and there's a sliver of hope once again. the scales are moving, the team wins, they eventually go back to their lives — and that's when he realizes that the final blow is the life as the first talon.

[ferahntics]

Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace.

[whataqueerpix]

I feel a legitimate sense of dread-

W h a t

What the hell Rat?? Lux?? WINSWEEP??

AAAAAAAAAAAAAÆ

[illmoraineakoi]

Do you guys think that when Dark was dying, he knew it, and became so overwhelmed by the visceral fear of his inevitable incoming death that he started desperately pleading to Alan to somehow come save him?

A forsaken creation, dying and agonized, desperately reaching out to his creator in a last ditch attempt at salvation.

A child, begging for it's parent's help, because they're scared and they don't want to die.

[tothepointofinsanity]

Hey have you played mouthwashing? It seems incredibly up your alley especially since you liked how fish is made.

I have anticipated this question the moment I saw how popular the game became/lh. Yes, I have played Mouthwashing because I had been incredibly excited for the full release <- I played the demo earlier this year and was distressed in one of my posts (thankfully now aged like milk) because I’m glad to see that the characters were really fleshed out at the end of the day and made me mald from one tragedy tumbling into another. I sure love pain and suffering in my video games. It has the same effect as leaving a gaping hole in your soul when you finish reading a good book, so you can tell it was five stars.

“Jimmy should get ejected like an Amogus figure and Anya deserves everything good in the world” remains as one of the only consistent takeaways I have of the game.

[mothmanperson]

All-Knowing And All-Agony

days passed and you haven’t been out of your shared room almost at all, which luka, your roommate, pointed out annoyed, more than concerned.

you couldn’t help but notice the familiar glint of worry swimming somewhere beneath his cold, degrading eyes.

you grew up together after all.

the curtains where drawn and you reveled in the warm comforting bedding and blanket that draped over your body, finally keeping you warm instead of just being a cover like back then. there were many plush pillows and stuffed animals thrown about the bed and carpeted floor, the room in a manageable mess. a comfortable one, it felt lived in, warm.

not sterile, white or soft blue, that felt so harsh on your eyes.

you stared into nothing, the slight gap beneath your door let in light from the hallway. it has been hours.

your phone, apparently, was probably flooded with messages, mail, and notifications you couldn’t possibly keep up with, so you put it on silent and set it away.

your throat was dry, your last glass of water you drank last night, your lips probably chapped aswell. and you continued staring.

minutes passed, hours maybe, before the distinct noise of keys in a lock and a door opening and closing, muffled through your walls and doors, sounded around the flat.

there was some more silence, you were barely hearing some shuffling, and then footsteps, light and almost shaky feeling, you‘d compare it to a fawn, sneaking closer and closer to your door.

you then saw the shadows in the gap, and the door opened slightly. you couldn’t muster up the strength to look up, so you kept your eyes on the floor.

„you still haven’t left your bed?.“

luka hissed, his eyes narrowed as he stepped into the trashed room, the air was stale and the heater turned up way to high.

„you didn’t even clean up, can’t you do anything on your own now…“

he mocked and you could almost hear his eyebrows raise. he probably found you pathetic, he used to tell you that all the time at least, and right now? you honestly were.

to think you used to kill, to survive, and now you couldn’t even get out to piss.

there was just so much going on that didn’t make sense. people you thought were dead, now living and breathing, thriving, right infront of your eyes. anakt garden didn’t exist, now being a college of the arts, nor did the whole sing well or die thing that ruined your life and every one else’s.

luka kneeled down infront of you, and just as his eyebrows narrowed, his cold fingers grabbed your hair lifting up your head, it hurt, yes, but you found even the slightest touch of his ice cold fingers on your skin soothing, the yelling and screaming in your mind clearing out with alight breeze.

„you look so awful, really..“

the air of superiority that always surrounded him made him look down on you, and you gave him a lazy ghost of a smile.

„you don’t…have to look at me if you don’t want to, no ones forcing you…“

you said with a bit to much enthusiasm.

you were so happy he was finally free. his fingers weren’t as cold as they were before and he was slightly taller and had just a bit more healthy weight on his bones, not underfed anymore.

from what you gathered even his sickness was being treated, you were ecstatic, elated, worry falling off of your shoulders.

you didn’t know wether you were dreaming or nor, you hoped to someone you weren’t.

luka continued staring, and his eyes softened just for you, he huffed, scoffing quietly.

„aren’t you funny..“

he teased softly, his fingers running through your hair before ghosting along the side of your face and you closed your eyes, indulging in the sudden vulnerability of the other that you didn’t get to see often, especially with others around.

but right now it was just you and him, and suddenly, everything didn’t seem so complicated anymore, for now only you could exist on this stage, with him in the spotlight and you admiring.

„why must you worry me so…?“

he whispered and you swore you could hear angels sing through his voice, a choir of the divine grazing your ears even with the quietest words.

„i‘m sorry-“ you started absentmindedly but he interrupted you, snapping a sharp „don’t.“

he took a breath and his words weakened.

„just… don’t… we-… you will get through this..“

he bit back, and his tone left no room for disagreement.

and you couldn’t help but smile.

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