#ohhhhhh that is so good

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

while we wait.

may i offer you all a pubby?? lil bby barns?

[cheekyicyrin]

more mizuki being happy and living life like normal ummm who is mizu5 i dont know her

[crowrelli]

how I doodle oswald: 💕✨😕 // how I doodle ed: a mix of wallace and gromet and curious george

[shikisei]

met some new guys today

[katabay]

JACK THE GIANT KILLER

originally this was a kind of personal visual vibe test: I'm still turning some thoughts around about jack in my head (altho I have finished assembling the skeleton of a story and I'm looking forward to seeing what happens when I start to press at it) but I really liked how it turned out so I'm posting it as it's own illustration :)

the first post about this idea is over here, but I've fine tuned it down a bit so that the story begins with jack finding the body of a giant while he's out in the woods one day, and the story spirals out of hand before he can stop it.

it's been interesting to read up on jack tales from a literary analysis point of view while I figure this story out!! and through the power of more coffee, I think. I'm close to pinning down an underlying theme I'd really like to bite into. I just need to condense it down to a couple of sentences instead of several paragraphs.

and to close this post out, here's another excerpt from the j.g. ballard's the drowned giant that haunts me!

[shesmore-shoebill]

EVERYONE. CELEBRATE. Courtney posted vidcon 2024 vlog on their insta!!!!!!!

time to lose my mind over the details from this for the next two business days.

[transbeeduo]

do you think id get killed for making one of my beeduo fankids a biological kid do you think the people are ready for seahorse dad c!tubbo

[nat-20s]

So I had assumed that Rose Noble choose her name from lingering subconscious memories a LA the metacrisis but in the giggle novelisation it says that Donna named her daughter after Rose Tyler which is to say. I'm very 🥹🥺😭❣️ about Rose asking her mom to help her pick out her new name

[goatsandgangsters]

timely AML fun fact!

in 1908, the summer Olympics were held in London from April through the end of October

which means the Olympics are happening in the background during the entirety of A Marvellous Light

now I'm thinking about the headache that a flock of international magician-athletes would be, and poor Edwin and Adelaide like REGGIE, PLEASE COME BACK AND DO YOUR JOB, WE'RE FAIRLY CERTAIN THAT POLE-VAULTER JUST FLEW

[littencloud9]

if you listen closely you can hear the sounds of my screams

[brightdeadthing]

Essay on Guns, Stevie Edwards

[intertexts]

oh you wanna think about muse and trickster? yeah? it's been a while since I put a heartbreaking nhw post in your inbox <3 I know u love the prime dehumanization loss of bodily autonomy defenders. << im not even remotely trying to keep the acronym the same anymore. I've lost the plot. ANYWAY

briefly mentioned this before but because I loooove the aesthetic so much I think at least one important muse confrontation should happen in the tricksters city, specifically in the amusement park. make it like a fuckign scooby door episode everything is all abandoned and run down but as the wards are walking down a boardwalk or something all the lights flicker on and some distorted fuckign. carnival music starts playing and they find muse sitting in like. the rebar scaffolding or whatever in the ferris wheel. just like grinning chin in hands kicking his feet watching them. this image is so clear in my mind. some creep shit !!!! also its like when they first go to the spirit world to get tide back from.mal and end up in the amusement park. except ashe isn't with them this time

uhhhhhh also thinking about. downtime. when muse isn't out being destructive and causing chaos for funsies. like... does he have a bedroom????? does he eat does he sleep??? idfk !!!! I would assume he has to or else he'd fucking die but !!!! man the trickster is so far gone I don't think he even realizes his puppets are real people anymore. that's a fun little doll for him to play dressup with. literally never going 2 get the image of him braiding muses hair and like. putting makeup on him and dressing him in fancy little outfits out of my mind. making myself ILL. smile! good evening I'm gently placing the knife box in your in. << as I was going to type inbox I accidentally typed out inventory. yknow what I'm keeping it. knife box directly into your inventory. watch out they're RUSTY

GOD. THANKS FOR THE KNIFE BOX MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! knife box directly in my inventory!!! u know what this means is that now i can use them :3 <- has been drawing wards stuff abt this for the past two hours ^_^

this is so fucking good though yeahhh.... i love creepy carnival shit so much. he trickster probably Knows it's very over the top and horror movie creepy and just a little absurd. he's so fucking fun 2 think abt since he's literally always doing shit simply because it is funny to him. we can swing a trickster justification for anything probably. i bet he fucking saw traps people!! anyway. ashe isn't with them this time. except..... well. he kind of is. :(

I HAVE ALSO BEEN THINKING ABT DOWNTIME. FREQUENTLY. i guess. the answer to this is he lives however the trickster&co does. the image of him coming back in his fancy intricate little outfits to some disgusting nasty bloody industrial warehouse where they're posted up & always being this very jarring contrast to the gore and violence is really good. the image of him having a perfect doll bedroom and going through a fancy little routine half the nights when the trickster is in a good mood or feeling it & just. getting thrown on the bed & the door locked to pass out for a couple hours whenever he forgets or is busy is also really good. literally anything we do to muse makes me feel some kind of way man. i also have had the extremely vivid image of the trickster braiding his hair & chatting about all kinds of horrific things excited sleepover style to muse who is just. Visibly Not There in my head for so long. not even like he has to touch him, he could be making him do all these things for himself! he's literally controlling him! he just does it for fun!!!

anyway i think post-muse ashe should get to freak out very badly in a multitude of ways whenever anybody touches his hair. like i think he's touch-adverse in general (& miserable about it because he's also so touchstarved & his brain simply whites out in distress anytime anyone touches him because. literally the only person doing that was the trickster!!!!) but i think specifically his hair being messed with is a bad trigger for him. makes him freeze up n go nonverbal for hours. dakota knows that he's jumpy about touch but he still wants to do something for him & before the everything he loved them playing with his hair (its so long!! wibby & dakota think its so pretty!! virion's the only one who knows how to braid it because of his mom!! ashe melts into a puddle over it every time because nobody's ever done that for him before!) so he goes to just run fingers through it & ashe just. fullbody locks up and goes weird and still and silent & doesn't protest or fight back when dakota shakes his shoulder or smth and his eyes are distant and sort of dark and empty like virion's were most of the time when they first met him... maybe he wants to cut it a little bit just because he hates that it's been covered in The Ooze and he can't do anything with it without thinking about how the trickster would do the same thing but also he hates the idea of getting rid of the one thing abt himself that he really likes & is a little connection with both of his parents because of the trickster also, when he's already taken so much from him. (it does have to get gross and tangled and matted because he refuses to put it back or do anything to it for a while though. maybe virion helps him sort it out & it's slow and painstaking and miserable for both of them and they both feel better at the end of it.)

[darby-rowe]

hang on i saw this tweet that was like. my bf once duct taped me in a corner and fucked a twink in front of me and mocked me the whole time abt how the twink was tighter then me and . sejanus as the bf coryo twink reader duct taped.

ANON WAIT YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING. OH MY GOD YOU’RE SO ONTO SOMETHING.

PUTTING THIS SHIT IN MY BACK POCKET RIGHT THE FUCK NOW BC THIS IS SO HOT???????

[avidaraku]

after watching a playthrough of Indika, I think it rly is so interesting seeing how expansive it is - esp after watching the demo ages ago. So many things click, like a cog in a machine, and this game has truly thrown me so many surprises at every turn, including how Indika turned into a nun.

even though I never was raised religiously in my house, there is that cultural understanding of what it means to sin and to be influenced by the fear of death and disobedience. Don't have much thoughts but I loved the ending soooo much - (spoilers!!) but I love that Indika's reflection of God and the Devil are clearly parts of her that have consumed her and that you cannot get rid of the bad if you also want to be good. You need both evil and justice, hot and cold, sharp and round - things that you think can easily exist on its own, cannot be defined by as a universality.

Sometimes I see myself as a walking corpse, and I think about my own death every time I look into the mirror. And honestly - I'm glad I can see a game clearly represent that rotting panic and urge to prove that you are not this bad person, the moments where you just have unending conversations with the worst parts of yourself and somehow everything has made you worse. I fucking LOVE that. We all have devils and gods inside of us, for better or for worse.

it is absolutely devastating when the journey comes to an end with our companion, who we decided to take a bet on, and everything goes to fucking shit. reality is often humbling and disappointing - with Ilya unable to "talk to God" and his arm will never come back. But man, did I love how the perspective of the game shifted from third person (omniscent, out of boundaries of the human realm) to first person (in reality, no longer above humanity) in the ending. It is deeply unsettling how different everything is after Indika manages to escape from her imprisonment, and how it is the devil that helps her escape. You can't tell what Indika is thinking anymore, not when now you can only see through her eyes. Even in the mirrors, when Indika stares at herself in the mirror of the pawnshop - it is the face of the Devil until the very last moment. Then you see how she's permanently changed, no longer wearing her nun habit, all her original thoughts on her journey initially coming to a hush.

it was a very bizarre but also such a cool game, I'm so glad i got to witness this journey! I would highly recommend it if you want to see some very cool displays on faith and doubt - the game gets very philosophical, unsurprisingly, but I also enjoy the Devil's voice. It's very well written and also I really enjoyed that convo between Indika and the Devil where their silhouettes were essentially merging in and out with each other in a pool of red. Probably one of my favs if u ignore the ones with Ilya haha. There's definitely more I could talk abt, but all in all, I do love how full circle this game comes. Very satisfying even if the game takes things in a crazy spin, and im sure a lot of ppl aren't used to that.

[allfortzu]

what if i EXPLODE

[andiv3r-writing]

     On the top of a ridge overlooking a vast open landscape, two vaguely cat-shaped figures sat.

     The lighter-colored being gave a nervous chuckle, then asked, "Sorry, what was that?"

     The tortoiseshell turned, the last remnants of the snakelike scales surrounding his yellow slitted eyes melting away to be replaced with russet fur. "I said, 'Well, that spoiled like a pile of crow-food.'" He repeated.

     The cream-colored cat nodded. "Ah- yes, yes, it did, rather." He said, glancing away again and toward the two outlines in the distance, growing smaller by the minute.

     "Bit of an overreaction if you ask me," the tortoiseshell contemplated aloud as the white-and-cream figure shifted his weight awkwardly from one paw to the other. "First offence and everything. I-" the yellow-eyed being stopped for a moment, then continued slowly, "I can't see what's so bad about hunting a mouse anyway."

     "Well it must be bad..." the blue-eyed one began, then trailed off upon realizing he wasn't entirely sure of the other being's name.

     "Cobra," the tortoishell said with a nod. He'd only recently chosen that name, but wasn't sure it entirely suited him.

     "Cobra," the lighter cat continued after the clarification, "otherwise... you wouldn't have tempted them into it." He glanced away.

     Cobra grimaced, replying, "Oh, they just said, 'Get up there and make some trouble.'" He wasn't entirely certain that the earth was, in terms of actual space, technically up from the Dark Forest, but it hadn't exactly gone well for him the last time he attempted to correct a higher authority, and he'd suspected it was wiser not to risk it a second time.

     "Well, obviously. You're a Dark Forest warrior." The pale figure said with a sideways glance. "It's what you do."

     Cobra decided it would be best to ignore that remark and instead stated, "Not very subtle of StarClan though. Your leader, I mean," he clarified. "Letting the creature run about and telling them not to touch it. I mean, if She really didn't want it to end up eaten, why not put it on top of a high mountain? Or on the moon?" He snorted. After that comment prompted no response from the fluffy being, he murmured, "Makes you wonder what StarClan's Leader's really planning."

     "Best not to speculate," the other cat chimed in worriedly. "It's all part of Her plan. It's not for us to understand." With a glance in Cobra's direction, he added, "It's ineffable."

     The tortoiseshell scrunched his brows. "Her plan's ineffable?" He asked with a frown.

     "Exactly," the fluffier creature said with a flick of his ear. "It is beyond understanding and incapable of being put into words." He said, not noticing the way Cobra appeared to be inspecting him until the tortoiseshell made an observation that caused the pale cat to shrink back a bit.

     "Didn't you have a flaming stick?"

     "Er..." the lighter cat glanced away nervously.

     "You did, it was flaming like anything! What happened to it?"

     "Uh..." the pale one seemed incapable of forming anything other than one-syllable utterances, something the calico was beginning to find amusing.

     "Lost it already, have you?" He asked with a raised brow.

     "Gave it away," the light-colored one said in what was barely louder than a whisper.

     "You what?" Cobra asked, yellow eyes widened and a hint of a smile playing on the edges of his mouth.

     "I gave it away!" The cream one repeated with agitation. "There are vicious animals. It's going to be cold out there, and she's expecting already, and I said, 'Here you go, flaming stick. Don't thank me. And don't let the sun go down on you here.'" After a moment of watching the figures in the distance, he added worriedly, "I do hope I didn't do the wrong thing..."

     The calico frowned. "Oh, you're a StarClan cat. I don't think you can do the wrong thing."

     The paler cat's shoulders slumped with relief. "Oh- oh, thank you. It's been bothering me," he sighed, eyes suddenly darting to the figures in the distance, one with a flaming stick held in his jaw which he appeared to be threatening a wolf with.

     "I've been worrying, too." Cobra said as he stared into the distance as the scene unfolded. "What if I did the right thing, with the whole 'catch the mouse business'? A Dark Forest warrior can get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing..." he trailed off, glancing at the cream cat and stretching out a pair of dark wings from his body, wings which appeared to be made from pure shadow. As he did so, one of the cats in the distance stabbed the wolf through the throat with the flaming stick. The cream cat winced. "It'd be funny if we both got it wrong, eh?" The calico asked with a small smile. "If I did the good thing and you did the bad one."

     They both chuckled, but the pale cat's laugh quickly turned and he pinned his ears back, quickly saying, "No! It wouldn't be funny at all!"

     "Well..." Cobra murmured, looking away again. Suddenly, he felt a droplet of water hit the fur on his muzzle. As he began to look up, the cream cat sprouted wings made from starlight and stretched one above the darker one's head. They both sat in silence and stared at the figures in the distance growing ever smaller.

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