#the secret integration

[beinghuman11235]

Your reward is a world made barren by your own hand

[cesiousblue]

It is afraid, and wounded, and it cannot know the power it gives without seeing it first in the reflection of a Candidate's eyes

Secret Samol time! @bronanlynch asked for some Sokrates/Integrity, so this is a lil comic from Integrity's perspective, remembering Sokrates.

(And maybe some incidental Thisbe/Integrity if you squint :3)

TWs for under the cut: canon typical body horror, death of a parent, light nudity (there's undies), blood (but its purple)

I had such fun with this one, sorry it's so SAD. I feel like i am best at lil bittersweet comics XD

This was the first time I've ever drawn a mech and I didnt know how to approach designing it- my references were the ones mentioned on the show (Anubis from stargate and Guyver) as well as traditional Greek clothing.

As a lil bonus: I also made a couple phone backgrounds just for fun!

[dasloddl]

*I'd say anyone that's up to a 3 degree relative (great grandparent, great grandchild, great uncle, first cousin)

I might have worded this really shittily but what gives

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

[lokh]

ive been thinking about this but. i think shuro understands laios' character pretty well, but he doesn't value his strengths or interests (monster knowledge). in the DVD extra where laios imagines what would have happened if they'd been on better terms, shuro STILL leaves because he thinks his chances are better with a trained crew (which....... is likely to be true but. look at how he ended up anyway lmao). meanwhile kabru recognises that while the party isnt particularly strong, the reason they get so far in the first place is BECAUSE of what laios knows about monsters. shuro seems aware that laios knows about monsters or has an interest in them, but views this as frivolous and a waste of time and doesn't seem to realise how much this knowledge carried them in the first place

[ahcoffeebeans2]

secsam 2024, "Brnine's Reading"

and finally, the only true card Brnine could ever pull...

[id in image description]

this was all for @/lacunalore over on twitter, so shoutouts to them!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Omg idk if you talk Spanish or if it’s just XXC, but with that little and wonderful doodle you gave me the amazing headcanon of XXC being bilingual and just randomly speaking Spanish out of nowhere and nobody understanding him

[TL: XXC says "don't do coke in the bathroom"]

Shout out to the Spanish speaking MXTX fans. I don't think this is remotely what you wanted. (bonus below cut, TW: Drugs)

[a-place-to-burn]

i literally cannot stop thinking about wang baoxiang... the struggler of all time. love when the minister asks him if he has hobbies and hes like I Paint ♥️ and what he means is that hes obsessively making a poster to call some guy a cuck to destabilise the military power dynamics. girl thats not a hobby!! neither is Ending The World Because of Homophobia. he should be at the club 😭

[thebestestbat]

companion to my 2023 Secret Samol piece, Intimacy. Screenshot by @kalvin-brnine.

[ID: A screenshot of overlapping text. Some lines are clear, and the following are highlighted:

Integrity made its offer to Sokrates. Sokrates said yes. Integrity,

old to

shoulder, towards the familiar curve of their spine.

Please help me, Sokrates said. I need power. I need

help me, Sokrates said. I need power. I need divinity.

Integrity burrowed into their Apostolosian flesh.

small

small

brain. Touching it just barely, just enough to get a taste.

Sokrates uncurled slowly from their fetal position on the

Integrity stood, taking on their weight. It was reeling.

Reborn with a thought, a wish from Sokrates's insides.]

[swordbreakerz]

For a long time, we thought we were building mirrors. But now we know better: We were setting fires.

my secret samol for highwaygothic on twitter!

[unrulyknight]

happy secret samol!! this year drew sokrates/integrity for @cooltastrophe who had many good prompts but i simply couldnt resist the sokrates pull

[laugtherhyena]

Straight people make me sick,, i hate them (massive lie)

[sketchmre]

being cringe but free for a second. i saw a devlog on youtube of someone making a dress up game in 2024 and god its tempting..

[puhpandas]

you know the content drought is bad when you think about content from over a year ago and still get excited

[unrestedjade]

POV you're on the Perihelion's Space Tindr profile and it's making you pass a quiz about identifying Space OSHA hazard warning signage with a score of at least 90% before you can swipe right.

[cherubchoirs]

I would like to impart a small hc onto you; the museum is a small, isolated patch of heaven that although V1 can access, they are not entirely sure it's real.

oooooh this is lovely anon....i adore the vaporwave aesthetics of the museum, and so it makes me think of like. this is the form heaven takes when v1 is present in it, something in it digitizing and becoming suitable for a creature sentient but so far from human. v1 is made curious, not just by the surroundings, but by the almost sedative quality to it - the grounds offer plentiful exploration, something to pique its curious mind, but entirely ignore its destructive qualities. there is so much to look for, a little scavenger hunt, and it sees things, so many things, it recognizes in new and interesting ways. it is. calm here. v1, removed from war. no one is here, except for a little cat that appears without it ever seeing it come. v1 doesn't know if it's real. it never stays too long, reality beginning to melt in a much more tangible way than hell, and it can't seem to find it when it tries to show it to gabriel. he just says there is no such place - v1 thinks to take screenshots next time, but they're all black when it tries to share them. gabriel's a bit concerned at this point, but v1 can tell him it's maybe just something he can't do. only v1. unless it can one day manage to drag v2 there.