#this is my circus and its my monkey

[stxnekxng]

This is what they went through. Every second. Every miserable second as claws scrape against dirt, memories he shouldn't recall are burning through his mind. These are the very things that had caused that person to shatter, what would it do to him? A mere ember that was due to go out under the hurricane winds bearing down on him. A prison. Trapped again.

Cracked lips bleed, the beads of red liquid running down his mouth and jaw, dripping off his chin as his throat has long gone dry from numerous protests and screams ripped from his throat. Claws have cracked, broken and bleeding at the edges of his nails, a fine crust of dried blood at his scabbed fingertips. The pads of his claws were long ruined since when that moment had faded. They'd been here, Azure had been here. Who knew what was going on now. Even still, his soul burns. He's on fire again, he's burning from the inside out and he can see his organs through his glowing body. Blood dripping from his mouth, a tainted midnight black color seeping in the edges. Smoke drifting from his nose and the edges of his mouth not occupied in spitting out blood. Was it even blood? Could he be truly injured in here? He's not sure anymore. But one thing solidifies amongst all the memories flashing through his brain, playing out before him as his body begins to give under the weight once again. His ruined body protests, a hoarse scream tearing from the king's torn throat.

This was a fragment of the Diyu. It made sense, to eternally punish those sealed within, it made sense. Every segment of it did, it's no wonder it originally came from there. It's no wonder it found its way to him during that journey, he should recognize a double sided blade when it's thrown his way. He should recognize when he should just give up, he should have just dealt with it, he shouldn't have bended his knee, he shouldn't have fell to their tricks. The throbbing in his skull feels like it's being ripped in half by claws, guttural noises escaping him as he smashes his head against the rocky surface of his prison.

Kill him. Kill me. Please. Someone make it end. Were these thoughts they had too? Tormented so horribly with the memories of the past, tormented by his Visage? One who'd suffered in an entirely different way, perhaps he'd never be able to understand. No. He never would. A foolish idiot. A coward. A liar. A fraud. A traitor. The words are like a brand on his flesh, maybe that's what the symbols still raw and bleeding I his arms are. Titles, words spoken about him from those who suffered. He deserved this. He deserved every second of this. It hadn't even been a day most likely and he wanted to call it quits.

He wanted someone to, for once, look at him. Please look at him and realize. Stop looking for the hero, you won't find that king anywhere. He's been long dead. He killed himself with guilt. The same guilt that was beginning to rip apart the fragment of that mentality. Hoarse noises ripped from the simian as his eyes roll into the back of his head, a blood soaked claw raising towards that single flicker of light. Someone please... even as that flicker goes out and he succumbs to the darkness once more. Voices chanting in his ears. Save me.

[mamawasatesttube]

timcassie is so compelling to me. they were not into each other even a little bit. it was such a messy coping mechanism fuelled entirely by grief. they were making out with each other because they were both substituting each other for kon. cassie was far more aware she was doing this than tim was. unironically, dating a girl here is one of the gayest things tim has done

[elvenfaur]

[that-angry-noldo]

one year older than i was yesterday :0

[gutsfics]

FINALLY I DRAW SOMETHING!!!!!!!

some Joseph, both young (around 1980 i'd say, when he was traveling w Stan a few years before the portal incident) and old (~2017, now an art teacher at Westchester High). i like to think the first one is a picture Stan took of him while they were traveling and the second one is his staff photo at WH. the more things change the more they stay the same. i might give em backgrounds and foregrounds to look like that

he's had that jacket since the 70s. real leather will last you.

no glasses alts + the first sketch below

[avianii]

I'm sure you hear this all the time, but why can't we just let people enjoy things? Why are fandoms so caught up on following "the rules" and chasing away people who think differently? I follow a Star Wars blogger who is getting harassed by the usual neckbeards because they say he isn't following the naming convention for droids. Normally droids have a dash between the series and their specific identifier (such as R2-D2 or C-3P0). But this blogger has a headcanon where he believes the Crips gang exists in the Star Wars universe and they would replace the dash with the letter C. So instead of using R4-C0, he goes by R4cS0. I agree it's weird to imagine gang bangers shooting Glock19s at a Jedi, but just let the guy enjoy stuff!

💀 that's my bestie right there I'm just teasing him oml. I don't actually care if he wants to imagine the clones with different guns that's like the least of our worries rn

@sevdidntdie

[lavenoon]

Abyss (~4.9K Words)

You are born in the abyss. Who can blame you for never knowing the light? An introspection piece on Gunmar the Black, with many headcanons towards how he may have grown up, and why his role as the villain was inevitable.

I don't like one dimensional villains so I have been plagued thinking about this guy. Remember folks, a sympathetic villain is still a villain, and this is no attempt to excuse his actions, only explain them.

[therealslimshady]

obsessed with Nami saying "that's the Luffy that fought Kaido!" when she sees him in gear 5 for the second time. that's the Luffy.......

[moonstandardtime]

the world is so beautiful when you dont care. unfortunately i need to. unless its something important in which case i dont

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Found my book tag! #pop rox plots book murder!

Anyway.

Skill issue.

[jerek]

My secret baby

[jupiter-reimagined]

i think im going to kill someone if i read 1 more comment thats just like "OF detected, opinion rejected" because what the fuck does that have to do with anything. what happened to letting people do whatever they want w their lives and earn money in any way they can. i think im going to be sick actually. people really be out there saying theyre pro sex-workers until they see like. an actual one in the internet wilderness. i think im gonna actually delete instagram i cant stand it anymore lol

[todayisafridaynight]

Black-haired Mine my belothed

Mine is like one of the only significant characters in the series that has his brown hair, RGG better never change that if they come out with a Kiwami 3!

Genuinely was just talking to my brother how if mine has black/purple as his palette im gonna get yk3 on pc cause i SIMPLY could not look at black/purple mine for long without dying

[that-angry-noldo]

desperately want to write something tma for the soul but i just have zero ideas that prove to be writeable

[vampirejuno]

Some guy: "ao3 is not the pillar of modern culture and literature it's made out to be, maybe donate to another cause instead"

100+ weirdos about to spam reblog and add a 2k word essay about censorship each, followed by a creative little death threat for the flavor: ☝️🤓

[jekyllnahyena]

ok. just

i'm on excursion with my fellow students of the year for a week and somehow, have managed to fall sick during most of it.

which fucking sucks, our program is interesting as fuck, but hey, the whole last week i haven't been feeling well, so not that suprising cause instead of being sensible, i thought i could power through it.

so i've been lying in bed or wandering about the apartment for most of it. normally i'm good with having nothing to do cause i just draw, except that i decided not to take my drawing stuff with me cause i thought i wouldn't have any time anyway. it's literally the first time i ever did that and i shall never do so again.

but!

at the same time the fucking plague has once more broken out with our group and all over the week we're losing one after another dude to stick them in the second flat so they can be vaguely quarantined.

only, that as the residential already sick person, they tend to stay with me before they turn out positive.

i've somehow managed to share a room with now two different rona people and spent over 2 hours sitting on the bed with another one, cause we watched the f1 quatar race together (which was insane and then a shitshow but whatever) and i'm still fucking negative.

i know i'll prob just turn out positive next week, which sucks cause that's the actual introduction week for our university, but occasionally i just look at the ceiling and believe myself to have the immunsystem of a fucking god cause this is ridiculous.