#tagging belatedly!

[sivvan]

@userdramas event 12: loss

↳ seventeen songs to listen to when you're feeling a loss of hope or direction ♡ cr: x

[baihujun]

Drew a wolfybruce for a friend

[bitsbug]

Excuse the discord screenshots, but I'm having late night Rain World thoughts again and I do not want to re-type all this.

[dynamitekansai]

"No, Sami, you wouldn't understand... 'cause you're not family, uce."

[queerofthedagger]

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

For @atlantablack <3

[lungblossom]

it's not my problem

[deadbaguette]

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it here on tumblr, but I recently started listening to TMA! I’m like a little over a quarter of a way through the 200+ episodes of the podcast and I am THOROUGHLY enjoying it ☺️

[lakesbian]

i do love miss aisha for the fact that she is a 13yo girl who really likes being a horror movie antagonist. like i think that's a thing a lot of 13yo girls want to be and we can all admire that she's just really going for it and living out that dream. she has the ability to acquire several gallons of real human blood to cause problems with and she's not afraid to use it. she practices her Ominous Noisemaking for when she jumpscares people and has alec rate the effectiveness of her different screams on a scale of 1-10. instead of toiletpapering houses on halloween she Will leave bloody handprints on your bathroom mirror and call it a Sick Prank. i KNOW she was watching psychological horror movies for inspiration before she went to visit heartbreaker. she probably has test logs going in her head like "tuesday update: waiting to issue cuts until after the subject has realized the externally applied blood isn't coming from them noticeably increases disorientation. also, kicking people in the nutsack when they don't know you're there is really funny." she informed brian she got her powers by appearing directly in front of his face and yelling at the worst possible time and he fell backwards down twelve steps of stairs about it

[hakunoknight]

your favorite butchfemme lesbians before i go out of town!

[3cosmicfrogs]

look who i spotted at the pride parade!

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

There was a joke in the Wriothesley Not-Birthday arc that didn't make the cut but it basically was someone being like "YOU WERE SKINNY??" when looking at Sigewinne's toddler pictures with her dad (Neuvillette is the one taking them, obviously). And Wriothesley is like "I was in the hospital for like a month. No shit."

[ofpd]

hey besties ive decided im changing my name on here :) call me chana (pronounced like 'chanukah' but without the 'uk' in the middle) instead in posts etc! i don't mind my previous name in private like dms etc but i'd rather go by a different name in public on tumblr!

[qaanngi]

🌙✨🤍.

[dynamitekansai]

DOM & LIV WWE SUMMERSLAM (AUGUST 3, 2024)

[hiemaldesirae]

sibling impsonas for me and my baby sister (the irl one)

theyre the gluttony/sloth and envy/sloth imp mixes 👍

[tinybirbwrites]

the fall

a quick one-shot I wrote after playing the new archon quest, about the only thing that kinda bothered me. so this isn't particularly well-written or anything, just a quick, self indulgent little thing.

spoilers for the archon quest (3.2) ahead.

Watching Scaramouche, the so-called “False God,” desperately reach out for the electro Gnosis, hearing him beg with that heartbreaking expression on his usually resentful, cold face… And seeing Nahida, the Traveler and Paimon completely ignore his pleas in favor of using the Gnosis to save Irminsul, it made something twist inside your chest.

The cables and tubes attached to his back finally snapped from the strain he'd put on them, and you watched as he jolted forward.

“Hey—” you turned your head to tell the Traveler, Nahida, anyone, to catch him, but it was like they'd already forgotten about him completely. 

There was no time, and your companions were otherwise preoccupied, so you sprinted forward as fast as you could, trying to calculate his fall and where he would land, and how you'd even catch—

Of course, with only so little time to react and act, all you could do was brace yourself, reach out your arms and hope for the best.

One second later, the weight of another's body, combined with the velocity of a fall from great height had you slamming to the ground with a pained grunt. Your arms had to be either broken or dislocated from trying to accommodate Scaramouche's weight and inconvenient position, not wanting to hurt his head or break his neck. 

Upon quick inspection of the young man's body, he indeed seemed to still be intact—more so than you were, even. Looking at his eyes told a different story though, the dangerous, hate-fuelled light inside them had gone out, his expression empty, dead. 

You couldn't blame him. After everything he had done to get here, after finally getting what he'd wanted for years and years, it had been taken away from him far too quickly.

It's better this way, you told yourself, he's unstable and dangerous.

Contrary to your thoughts, you cradled his head to your chest like a mother would do with her child, gently pulling his body close as if to keep him safe from any more harm. He just looked so vulnerable and broken at that moment, it felt wrong to just leave him lying around like a doll. 

His expression didn't change much, only the slightest furrow of his brow betraying his seemingly lifeless state. He didn't fight you, though you couldn't tell whether it was because he didn't have the strength, or because he was lacking the will to. 

It was like all the fight had just left his body, not even opting to call you names like you'd expected him to.

You craned your neck around, voice slightly croaked as you called out, “Hey, guys, was no one gonna—” Your friends were gone. 

Okay, you thought, I get Irminsul is pretty important, but this is still kind of cold.

“...always the same.”

You looked down, surprised upon hearing his voice, previously so powerful and aggressive, now reduced to a mere whisper. 

“Always cast aside. Always abandoned. Always left with nothing. Always left empty.”

He was mostly talking to himself, lost in his own thoughts and pain, but maybe he could tell you were bothered by the complete lack of sympathy from your friends. 

“For what it's worth,” you said, matching his quiet tone, “I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Not until I know you'll be cared for, at the very least. Can't believe they'd just leave you lying around like scrap after a fall like that…”

Especially after witnessing the genuine fear and desperation on his face first-hand, when all Scaramouche had ever shown was a false smile and deep-rooted resentment. 

Scaramouche tilted his head slightly, leaning closer to your chest and pressing his ear against it. You watched in silence as he listened to your heartbeat with an almost wistful look on his face. Eventually, he closed his eyes, not waking even after you tried talking to him again.