#they fight a drowned after this

[ask-azure-the-enderman]

Forgot to post this

Behold! Drunk azure!

[nellasbookplanet]

I know that after Downfall the perspective of 'the gods are a FAMILY' has permeated fandom on both sides of the kill-all-gods argument, but frankly that isn't all they are and acting as if it's suddenly their only motivation flattens both them as characters and the narrative they (and bells hells) are in.

The Wildmother and The Raven Queen didn't 'let' Lolth get away with nabbing Opal and killing Cyrus because she’s their sister. Come on man, we've already seen that the primes are plenty capable of opposing and fighting their siblings on the side of mortals (is the calamity a joke to you??). I'm not saying the primes aren’t capable of picking the lives of their betrayer siblings over mortals (downfall showed as much) but that's not what the situation with Opal and Lolth was about in the slightest.

They let Lolth 'get away with it' not because she’s family, but because this is the very rare instance of them not only having the same goal, but of them actively fighting for their lives. As far as we know that has only happened once before on Exandria, and that time they also entered a truce to defend themselves. The vast majority of the time, the primes picking their siblings over mortals won’t happen because mortals can’t actually threaten the gods (normally), making the 'they're family argument' a moot point. The primes won’t necessarily agree with Lolth's methods, but they won’t go throwing away both hers and their own champions in a meaningless struggle when they need all their strength to stop the fucking apocalypse.

[joogios]

[hauntingblue]

Oh now the villagers know..... and arlong burned the town to punish her..... for some reason

[theoakleafpancake]

Crowley Meratyn was the first person Halt traveled with since his departure from Dun Kilty. And sure, while the Ranger was a welcome relief and perhaps annoyingly cheerful distraction from the memories, it took him a while to feel at peace.

The first night, Crowley had suggested they sleep in shifts. And of course the Ranger had taken the first shift. Halt, of course, had demurred, not wanting to cause unrest, and he had indeed turned his back to his new companion, but he didn’t sleep.

He didn’t trust this Crowley, plain and simple. There was almost a glimmer of Ferris from their younger years. Back when the responsibilities of the throne had been a fleeting whisper, back when their parents had left them to the care of their nurses and tutors. Back when he could laugh and smile and not worry about the future. Ferris had been happy, then. And so had Halt.

And then over time, things had changed. His brother had kept the front everywhere else, but when they were alone, he was distant and cold. Halt knew himself to be a fool for not seeing it sooner, or perhaps he had simply been willing to turn a blind eye. After all, Ferris was his brother. His friend, his confidant. He would never betray his kingdom, let alone his own blood.

Halt had learned that lesson the hard way. And he was determined to catch Crowley’s facade the moment he saw one slip up. He would not be taken in this time.

He would not be betrayed a second time.

[the-woman-upstairs]

Challengers, but for middle-aged spies:

[endawn]

being anywhere where the veil is thin makes it much harder for pax to stay in control, so he tends to be rather irritable or terse. quiet, more so than usual. his focus being on keeping hunger subdued while also experiencing physical pain. feeling like his organs are being pulled through his throat or feeling he’s being carved with knives from the inside out. the inquisitor will gain approval from him when activating the elven artifacts to strengthen the barrier and he’ll be in a noticeably better mood.

[sanchoyo]

I’ve always been interested in things like choose your own adventure stories or when community polls choose what happens in a story. Tbh I would love to write one (I know there’s a way to do this on ao3, the choose your own adventure part not the poll one as far as I’m aware) it’s just a matter of 1. Making time to do it 2. Deciding what story/fandom to write it for 🤨

[viciousbite]

“Several years ago .. I felt .. the presence of Ubume .. fade from this world .. she fought against two powerful Demon Slayers trained .. in Wind Breathing .. where is the second .. you surely .. are not the stronger of those two .. I am not .. impressed.” (Kokushibo to Sanemi)

@fallesto

Ubume, the name of a demon that took the life of his dearest friend. The one who brought him in the ranks of a Hashira, the one him and Masachika was meant to kill together, and become a hashira together. Life was never so kind to him, no, the demon took Masachika with it, and the only one left was Sanemi. Always only him, everyone always died around him, because of demons. The bastards...

Sanemi's hand squeezed the hilt of his blade, the anger within him bubbled to the surface. Upper Moon One, dared to mention it to him. To remind him of it all. To strike straight into his heart with a mental blade and tore it right open at the seems. What would he know of him? Of his friend? Nothing, nothing at all.

"Why don't you go to hell and ask your demon friend about that, huh?" He snapped, violet eyes locked on the tall demon before him. "I'm more than fucking happy to give you a ride straight down there, so you can ask her!" He didn't plan to explain him shit, even, if sometimes, Sanemi felt like those words were right. What if it was Masachika that survived? That became a hashira. They were both strong, the only specialty Sanemi had, was his rage and his blood. He was like a violent storm.

His blade slashed to the side, the wind pressure tore at the dirt and the Wind Hashira dug his feet into the ground. If he fought him, he knew, his life was in danger, but did that ever stop him? No, he fought to the last inches of his life, he always did. He didn't back away, his body refused it and oh, this one opened old wounds, and the manic rage was visible on Sanemi's face with how his teeth grit together with lips curled upwards, all shiny teeth present.

"Comon you fucker, let me tear you to shreds."

[ct-hardcase]

...I just realized. Reva and Masana.

[sapphire-weapon]

Are we sure his dick is big....? Is this backed up by canon (owo)

u really gonna look me in the face and tell me ada's not a size queen

[aengelren]

“I can’t even look my family in the eyes right now”

[scholarofgolb]

i love when jake gets really mad and he just goes into his dog instincts. just starts barking or growling. it's one of my fav bits.

[pygmalimoon]

I started listening to and repeating this since my friend told me he found out the repertoire that I heard at one of the piano concerts I attended in August. I was really impressed by this piece after the concert, but it was the pianist's encore and I didn’t catch the name of the track at the time. So I asked my friend after the concert, but the search was fruitless. And I didn't expect to get a message from him a few months later, today:

I know the name of that piece, J.

It was a wonderful feeling.

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

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okay so you know that teaboot post that went around forever ago about how they accidentally made themself sick by taking hot baths and dropping their blood pressure

I thought I didn’t do that

apparently. I just accidentally did that.

My normal heart rate is ~105 beats per minute. Yeah, that’s technically tachycardic, but my doctor and I talked about it and it’s likely just bc my ADHD meds raise my heart rate. I keep an eye on my heart rate every now and then, just to make sure it stays around there (bc if it got higher I might need to switch meds).

Took a bath today. Was chilling. Relaxing. Vibing. I zone the frick out. The water was pretty hot but it didn’t hurt or burn so I wasn’t worried about it.

An indeterminate amount of time passes.

Far too slowly, I realize that there’s black spots in my vision, and that they’ve been there for a hot minute. I clock that my heart is beating way too hard (felt kinda uncomfortable), and I can feel it in my neck. Not great. I get out of the tub (clumsily) (very wet), sit on the floor, grab my phone (phone is now wet), set a timer for 30 seconds, and start counting heartbeats.

86 beats in 30 seconds. That’s 172 beats per minute.

So, hot tip: don’t do that!

I felt woozy and clumsy so I laid down for a couple minutes until I stopped feeling my heart pounding (checked heart rate again, down to 120bpm), cleaned up the mess I made in the bathroom, and now I’m in PJs in bed.

No idea how long I was in the bath for. Probably will not be taking hot baths for a while. Still feel weird and swoopy, like the plug between my brain and my body is loose in the socket.

[bandzboy]

also idek why i don't listen to woodz more often when he does mostly rock music and we all know how much i love rock so i just wanna say i'm SORRY