#the future sucks lol

[rachymarie]

I've got a lot I'm wanting/meeding to get done today, but I'm finding myself stuck feeling especially pissy about the enshittification of every damn app and service.

It feels like the enshittification is all coming to a head

Not to mention the TikTokification (my own coined term lol), which is actually a big part of the enshittification

Anyways i got my Twitch app rolled back

Idek how people can use iPhones since you can't install apks etc etc.

Then again one can't escape the influence of iPhone on Android, with many of the former's "features" (read: removal of ACTUAL helpful features) slowly invading/infiltrating Android phones over the years, enshittifying it to the point where we can't even access System files/Android\data anymore!!!? Wtaf.

Starting to think what is even the point of Android anymore if it's just gonna take away all the customizability (is that a word lol) that made it stand out in favour of becoming a wannabe iPhone/iOS device??

Make it make sense!

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023

day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

haha uhhhhhhh meme redraws of my favorite cartoon guys anyone?

so things are pretty dire, there's this dread squeezing around my torso that's gave me this tense feeling like i just got done doing sit ups all day. but the need for a distraction pushed me to draw a bit. everyone please stay safe and keep living your life as best you can.

[somegrumpynerd]

A little animation I made of Dream and Nightmare for fun, it's pretty short and simple but not bad for my second go at animation I think ^^

The music is from here, I highly recommend listening to the full thing cause it's so beautiful!

Quick explanation for the song and a gif version under the cut

So when I was first dipping my toes into utmv stuff like a year ago, I made a slideshow for my sister with a bunch of au Sanses, let her guess what kinda vibe she thought they had and then gave her a list of names/ aus to see if she could figure out who was who (she did surprisingly well and I'm proud of her).

Well, when I first showed her pictures of Dream her immediate reaction was "this guy looks like he's from zelda" and it's just always stuck with me. Somewhere along the way I started headcanoning Dream playing some kind of instrument when they were kids and when I heard the pan flute version of zelda's lullaby everything kind of fell into place.

So here they are, having a little moment of peace finally, brothers together again c:

[front-facing-pokemon]

[helenofblackthorns]

Simon (Lewis) Lovelace - The Mortal Instruments

“You thought he was cute, didn’t you?”

[mossy-paws]

Grav experimental piece (PHIGHTING!)

“This place looks so familiar, doesn’t it? But it’s just like i can’t put my finger on it…”

(alt versions as well)

[softerhaze]

idk if it was the venus retrograde or what, but july 2023 was quite literally the worst month i've ever experienced in my life like.....every single day? awful? worse than the last? it's more likely than u think

[hanzajesthanza]

dandelion is indeed the worst but if he’s not present in the next book i would legitimately be sorrowful as the whole thing will become a slog . you basically cannot have the “short stories” era-of-the-timeline iteration of geralt without dandelion, it would be like eating unbuttered bread.

though it’s not like season of storms did them dirty, i wasn’t disappointed with it (… with regards to them), but since it’s literally been over 20 years since the saga was finished i’m trying to prepare for any potential reality

[itz-pandora]

PANDORRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA

How was ur day?? 🫶🫶 (LUV YA‼️❤️)

HAIIIIII My day has not existed (head empty)

[morphogenetic]

yknow. i know I've said before in tags that I don't care about US voters abstaining from the presidential vote as long as they vote for their state/local elections

...after reading that supreme court decision I don't think that any more. if youre a US voter vote for the fucking president please christ I do not want another term of trump because if he wins it might be the last election we ever have

[priestblaster]

does a hunt with no violence feed anyone?

[marathedemonoverlord]

So I think I'm over my Obey Me Phase or like at least over Nightbringer because it's Season was shit but just you know food for thought...

Aint it funny how MC is now completely isolated from other humans/their friends/family/pets?

Like my friend and I were talking about it and like imagine MC has HUMAN/MORTAL family and friends that they talk to every time they were separated from the brothers. Like whenever the Immortals really tries them or pushes them they can go to their human friends for like a palate cleanser and a clear head/remind themselves and ground them to the reality of their situation/support from NOT blind lemmings. Like sort of remind them that they're still human and not on the same playing field as immortal Demons/Angels/Sorcerers

But now in Nightbringer that's literally stripped from them; MC has NO ONE outside of the Brothers/Immortals they're literally FORCED to bond with their circle of dysfunctionals and its like now you are stuck in that toxic friend circle because literally your circle of support hasn't been born/exist yet. That's fucking horrific.

No wonder MC is far more clingy and annoying in Nightbringer than they are in OG; Every lesson is a chip away at their original personality and sanity to replace it to the codependent creep MC is now lol.

[another-clive-blog]

TW eye contact and swearing

Was watching a Terrible French series for my sister when I came across this banger scene and it just screamed THEM

Transcript under the cut !!

Clive : I'm not going to kill you for what you did to me or because you are and always will be a terrible prime minister. No, you are going to die because of Léonie Renond.

Bill Hawks : ... Who ? (Disappointed voter maybe ?)

Clive, listing the names of some of the explosion's victims : Léonie Renond. Renaud Mastri. Louise Berne.

Bill Hawks, off screen : Wait, hold on- I don't understand-

Clive, leaning in : OF COURSE you don't understand, you don't give a FLYING FUCK about any of this you son of a bitch !!!

[getyinyusedtoit]

i saw a post the other day referencing feng xin and how it's mentioned that he's frequently in the mortal realm and it said something along the lines of "what if he was spending time searching for xie lian" and i love that and am personally 100% certain he was searching for xie lian or news of him during their time apart. HOWEVER i also got the feeling while reading tgcf that feng xin doesn't and never did give a shit about heaven. certainly not in the way xie lian or mu qing did. like yeah he takes his duties seriously and he's good at his job but i think between all the shit that comes with being a god and all of the awful prayers he has to hear he just wants to fuck off and get some peace and quiet and that's also a big reason why he's never around.

[night-dark-woods]

the girls... bonding? under the cut :) its the first time Hapax kills Fuller

(cw for mild gore/body horror)

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Fuller's last thought as Hapax's shotgun unmakes her ribcage into a senseless bloody pulp is that she really should have remembered to account for how fast Awoken metabolisms burn through sedatives.

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Fuller's body convulses on the ground as her Ghost knits her charge back together, viscera bubbling itself into existence, bones cracking as layers of muscle and fat creep across them. Resurrection is a messy business. Shotgun balanced neatly across her thighs and breathing forced meditation-slow, Hapax sits cross-legged and watches Fuller's violent transmutation from meat back into person.

When the top layer of skin on her chest finally closes, Fuller manages half a rattling inhale before a coughing fit curls her forward. Her shaking fingers claw grooves in the fresh mud her blood has made of the moon-dust; odd to think this could be the first water that has touched this ground in millenia. It's probably still warm under Fuller's palms.

Fuller hacks and spits on hands and knees for several minutes, blood and saliva drooling from her mouth while her Ghost hovers anxiously around her, darting glances at Hapax that go unacknowledged. Finally Fuller manages a full inhale, smears blood and dirt across her cheek with the back of her hand, and throws herself down flat on her back in a drier section of the dirt.

"Hahhh, Fuck! Ouch."

Fuller's voice is a grating rasp through her raw and freshly-built throat. She laughs, coughs again, spits out more blood.

"What were you doing to me?"

"I forgot how fast Awoken metabolize drugs. That's on me." Fuller points at her Ghost, hand wavering almost drunkenly. "Cel, make a note please! Too long working only with Hive; I can't have this kind of blind spot. See what you can pull from VanNet."

"Hey!" Hapax snaps her fingers, "What were you fucking doing?"

Fuller's head lolls to the side so she can look at Hapax, irises thin rings of green around blown pupils.

"You have Techeun implants. I wanted to see if they still worked."

"You could have fucking asked."

"And you would have grunted and ignored me, or told me to take a hike down to the Catacombs. I'm not wasting my time when I already know the outcome." Fuller tries to lever herself back up to sitting, but her arms give out and she falls back with a painful-sounding thud. Good.

Hapax's pulse is a war drum in her temples despite her best efforts. "So instead you drugged me and cut into my skull."

Fuller rolls her eyes. "You're fine, it's not like I did anything to your Ghost. Worst case she could have just brought you back. Also, your implants are subdermal. I didn't even touch your skull." She winks. "Much."

Hapax glares and runs her finger along the arc of the incision behind her ear where Fuller had peeled back her skin, pushes the scab-edged layer of herself around. Something pulls and then tears, and a trickle of fresh blood joins the flaking coating down the side of her neck. She thinks about the Warlock's bony fingers poking around against the fragile shell of her skull and shivers, ears flicking up briefly before she masters herself again.

"I'm not one of your experiments. Don't touch me again."

"It's not like you're using them anyway! It's a waste. How else am I supposed to get access to this kind of Reef-tech? Your people are not exactly the sharing type."

"It's not Reef-tech, it's my fucking brain! It's not something you can have access to."

Fuller has finally succeeded at sitting up, and scooted back to lean on one of her pillars of fileboxes. Hapax hopes it falls on her.

"It is tech, whether you like it or not, and would be useful to my research if it wasn't in such an uncooperative package." Fuller looks Hapax up and down, and the corner of her mouth pulls into a smirk. "A nice looking package though."

Hapax growls at her, ears pinned back, and pushes herself up to standing. She's had enough of people thinking they're entitled to her body, her time, her existence because they think they recognize some part of her. The Queen and the Vanguard who each assume her ontological loyalty, the Corsairs who look at her face and superimpose someone else- even Schiller, with her quiet disappointment in Hapax's solitude. And now Fuller thinks she should be allowed to root around in her head just for her fucked up experiments?

The mud sticks to her boot treads like it's trying to hold her back. She tilts Fuller's chin up with the muzzle of the shotgun still coated in her own blood and rests it against her throat; makes full eye contact for once and bares her fangs.

"Flattery will get you nowhere. I'm not kidding. Touch me again and your Ghost will need to reassemble you from parts."

Fuller's eyes are wide and her lips are parted, and she takes in a shaky breath. For a second Hapax thinks she's finally gotten through to her. Fuller swallows, making the gun shift gently in Hapax's hand, an aftershock echo of the kick from firing. Then a sly grin spreads across her face and she tilts her head to the side, street-pigeon greedy.

"That a promise, baby?"

Hapax recoils, and her whole body scorches white-hot. Fuller doesn't want to take her seriously? That's fine. Hapax hasn't played her whole hand yet anyway. She wheels around and turns her back on Fuller, starts walking away.

"I've reported this to Aunor and requested clearance to move forward with your execution. I'd get your affairs in order. Such as they are."

She keeps one ear tilted back to hear Fuller's dismay; a gasp would be nice, but she'll settle for a change in her breathing.

Instead she gets a scoff.

"Good luck on that one. Aunor's wanted me dead for years and she's far more important than you. Ikora recognizes the value of my work, even if she won't admit it. And if she won't let her pet butcher kill me there's no way you'll get to. Nice try running crying to your owner though."

Hapax's lips pull back in a snarl but she manages to choke down the growl that tries to follow before Fuller can hear it, and stomps toward the doorway. She needs a break from this miserable fucking cave.

"We'll see."