#once 4th generation

[tokumusume]

✩ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✩

[fancy-you]

twice tv ♡ momo | twice official fanclub ✩ once 4th generation ✩

[blackpinklover101]

TWICE OFFICIAL FANCLUB ✩ ONCE 4TH GENERATION ✩ {*}{UNIT CONCEPT}

[jungkookiexxx]

TWICE OFFICIAL FANCLUB ✩ ONCE 4TH GENERATION ✩

[angermango]

for some reason i had an inspiration to mix Madness in Ghost Trick art style n parody canon GT scenes that are way too good to pass on the joke potential for

oh and bonus MC-styled Officer Bailey and his buddy, aka Those Two Bros Chilling in the Office, Five Feet Apart 'Cuz They're Not....

and bonus bonus Auditors in GT-style talk sprites because they're so easy to draw lol (and no i don't have a bias for drawing more of the faved characters, no sir)

[synthshenanigans]

Took the words heartburn & mindfreeze literal and now I have these

Might draw the lines better later but am tired atm and wanna [attempt to] finish the art I have for the recent songs

But also might make more unstable(?) forms for the two. [Also maybe attempt to design soul lol]

[thenamessparkplug]

shoutout to my old 4th grade teacher for being more supportive of me one time 6 months ago than my own mother's ever been< 3333

[msommers]

can't sleep. plagued with the thought of riya being capable of summoning a storm cloud to zap darkspawn for a full hour each day and how sickening that is for the 10 day long battle at val foret

[flovverworks]

pien

[jade-jupiter]

dude watching a criticism of the teen wolf movie and this guy is just saying my thoughts it’s so funny

[fancy-you]

twice tv ♡ nayeon | twice official fanclub ✩ once 4th generation ✩

[blackpinklover101]

TWICE OFFICIAL FANCLUB ✩ ONCE 4TH GENERATION ✩ {*}{CHAEYOUNG}

[dreaming-vngel]

“happy gandalf gets to lick a graham cracker monday” sounds like a spotify daylist title I would get

[fantasymoongirl999]

Bad End

They were gone. They were gone. He’d failed. Noel… Rue… They were both gone. He couldn’t save them. After everything he’d done, everything he’d tried, they still got his friends, his family, his hope. And now they’d get him…

“Nathan!” Zooka screamed, pulling him from his dizzying thoughts just in time to cover his head as he crashed down a slope. The rocks and branches shredded his skin, leaving behind the only remnants of his existence. He rolled a ways before crashing into a tree and knocking the little wind he was desperately clinging to out. More shots blared through the forest, the birds screaming in paralleled terror. Nathan cried out as another circle tore its way through his blacked skin, even with dulled senses, it took every ounce of effort not to give in for another second. Biting down on his bleeding lip, he staggered to his feet once more, gasping for air as he took off once again.

His pace was slower, his mind stuffy and growing hazier with every step. The connection with Zooka was held only by a desperate death grip that was slowly slipping. He wasn’t going to make it. His family was taken, but he’d be killed. They would still suffer, but at least he would be free… It would all end soon. He swallowed, pushing off another tree as he staggered into it. The screaming was getting louder. He could almost hear the orders, and he could feel himself drifting into the darkness.

He cursed his power that could never help, only hurt. He cursed the tears of anger, of sadness, of frustration and pain, all blocking and distorting the colors that could lead him away. He cursed the horrid world that had given him hope and crushed it while he still stared dreamy-eyed at it. He cursed his inescapable fate. He’d die alone. No family, no friends, not even Zooka would be able to comfort him in his dying moments. He’d be alone.

“Now!” Before he could register the order, the agony pierced him.

Three bullets. Three more bullets were all it took to send him crashing back into the sticks and mud. He screamed and cried through ragged gasps, desperately trying to stop the agony bursting from his legs with what he could control of his arms. He gripped his leg loosely in a useless attempt to stop the burning red from spilling any more life. Those precious few moments were all it took though.

For the second time in his short life, he was completely surrounded by an army of soldiers, hundreds of barrels aimed to kill at the slightest movement. Nathan’s head dropped to the ground, limply dragging his bloodied body into a ball, preparing for the final blaze to blare. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing the darkness seizing his vision would wash away the terror outside. This was it. He smiled inwardly, the blood loss for sure getting to him. At least his final moments were outside that hellscape. His breath hitched. He saw the stars… twice. That was more than he could have ever asked for.

The shot rang in his ears.

He wheezed as it once more pierced the greyed skin threatening to consume him. His body twitched violently, tossing the limb back into his line of sight. The grey was far above his elbow now, Zooka had long since faded to the depths, and a rippled patch of red flowed like a fountain, quickly overflowing and spilling over the sides. The river of wilted roses slid down and tainted the once innocent blades of grass, forever staining it that awful color. He watched in a daze as the familiar sight lulled him into a faded sense of calm. He wouldn’t wake up on the cold metal again.

“Enough!” A husky man shouted above the loud ringing in his ears, “Leave him for the beasts, he's not going anywhere.”

A ripple of murmurs shot through the metal army, pulling his eyes away from the numbing sight. A single soldier stepped out of the formation, coming closer to someone he hadn’t noticed was so close.

“Sir, he's the one that escaped before." The soldier glanced at the man uneasily despite the heavy armor and mask covering every patch of skin, “What if he gets away again?”

The man in question remained silent for a moment before an ugly expression filled his face and a harsh tone consumed him, “Then we’ll make sure that’s not an option.”

Nathan’s skin prickled at the comment and he suddenly found himself once more trying to pull himself back up from the ground. Before he could get so much as a few inches off the ground, his arms gave out beneath him, slamming him back to the earth. He glanced up just in time to see a flash of metal glint in the sunlight before a heavy boot slammed into his side. He tumbled over, every ounce of his being crying out. Distantly staring up at the waving shade of green, a rush of red iron bubbled in his lungs, spilling down his cheeks. He choked on the awful taste, struggling until the boot pressed itself on his stomach, pushing even more blood into his mouth.

“See what happens to those who disobey?”

The man squatted down by his side and took a firm grasp on his arm. Nathan’s heart pounded in his ear, almost drowning out the words as the glint of metal swung down.

“They get crushed, like the little vermin they are.”

An animalistic scream ripped through his body, stinging his ears, and burning his lungs. He watched helplessly as his skin was sliced clean off at the elbow, every muscle, every nerve, even the bone, all falling away into two pieces, the grey no longer part of him. Everything pulsed red and his body convulsed, trying to tear itself away from the monster. The man, however, kept his grasp firm, keeping the child pinned beneath him. One by one he continued, hacking away at the soon-to-be carcass. The boy's blood filled the space, the place of serenity becoming a grim reminder of the events hidden behind walls of steel.

As the light of the sky drifted through the leaves, scattering golden patches upon the gory scene, the screams of agony gave way to an eerie silence. The final tears fell, every dream, every painful memory, once more fading away to the gentle darkness, never to awake again.

He finally made it out…

...

The flower dug its way through, burrowing itself tightly in the warm red of its new home. It stretched outward, wriggling roots digging through the intricate systems. Its host was tattered, torn to shreds, but it was fixable. Lacing itself into every possible system, it began its work. Gentle tendrils found their way to the heart, fragile and motionless, and began pressing. Over and over it squeezed, simulating the action of falsified life. 

Satisfied by its accomplishment it began reaching out, the green ropelike arms wiggling out and wrapping around bloodied limbs. One by one, each vine began pulling the limb back to the core, until the remains of the dolls aligned once more. The vines fell away, abandoning the red mass and returning to the entrances painted red. Then, slowly, ever so carefully, the vines began threading themselves through the rows of limbs, distorting and pushing out the skins as they went, like larvae on a carcass. At the seams they dug and burrowed in and out through the skin, creating green patch-worked lines to hold the dripping red in once more. The doll, sewn back together, remained still, unaffected by the thorough work.

The vines searched, going back over every tiny system, every seam and severed bone, before approaching the doll's brain. Though long since quiet, the plant echoed the impulses once constantly racing through. The corpse unwilling and stiff twitched at the attempt, but soon enough the parasite had perfected its orders. 

The winding tendrils curled around the body, pulling and squeezing until the doll obeyed. Rising slowly, almost toppling over, the child rose once more, pale and grey as what was left of the color of life spilled onto the tainted soil. Step by step the puppet moved onward, staggering and tearing skin with every move. Onwards, always forwards, through day and night, until the vines could no longer hold onto the darkened remains. 

Collapsing at the final resting point, the vines covered the carcass, pushing outwards as wide as it could, digging its roots down far beneath its host and into the warm earth once more. There it waited, arms outstretched, for another tattered doll to stumble upon it. No matter how long it took, a host always came.

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than paper

I've been making a lot of builds on Monster Hunter, but some weapons that I want to play don't need any/many skills to work, just a charm and/or a few decorations, so the armor doesn't matter. I decided to make a generic armor set, and wondered what skills to put on it for 2 seconds before I remembered that this game has a million ways to stun you, so I made a build that's immune to them all*

[sp-ud]

It only just clicked how weird it is for me to have an oc who's supposed to be from mexico but is named Jake.

Cuz in Spanish J is pronounced more like the English H.

I'll probably come up with proper reasoning later, like maybe he actually was born in and grew up in America until his teenage years which is why he decided to go for a more American name (he's also trans so regardless of the exact circumstances, he chose the name jake himself canonically) or something along those lines

But im a bit embarrassed cuz for his last name and his wife's first name I did attempt to do proper research into common Mexican first and last names but for some reason "Jake" completely did not register as weird til now.