#this one's a LOT longer

[shslpunkartist99]

Anyway Otis & Kurai got two votes (one being mine), so here's that huhu

Tw for s//cide attempt

"The forest is a dangerous place. They say that people who enter don't ever come out. It may look pretty and inviting, but don't ever go into that forest. Understand?"

Remembering that piece of advice right as Otis woke up inside the forest.. of course it'd be his luck to remember this late.

He wasn't sure why or how he got here. He thought he was going home for a nap, but he ended up wandering here, into the forbidden forest. What were these things floating around? Large fireflies? Wisps? They sent a chill down his spine whenever they got close. Where's the exit?

"Did you mean to come here?"

Shit.. the Diamond's Card, the 10 of Diamonds-... wait, what was his name? They're the only Card his Leader's ever had, but the introduction was so half assed and rushed that nobody knows who he even is. Was he the only Card? Ugh, Otis was getting a headache again..

"You have no idea why you're here, do you? You're not like the others who come by. You're just weird then, huh?"

This guy's got some sass..

"I've.. wandered here by mistake. I'll take my leave, just show me the exit.. sir."

"'Sir'? .. ew, I can see why Keno hates that."

Otis jumped back when the messy haired Card suddenly leaned close to his face. Crap, was he in trouble? He couldn't read the other's expression.

"Hmm.. hey, can I ask you something? You know of this.. Pico guy?"

... Pico..?

"A kid came here earlier. Has the same dead eyes as you. Bright hair though. They came here not too long ago looking for a guy named Pico. Says they had a dream he was here. Thing is..

"Of all my years watching over this place, I've yet to meet a Pico."

Bright hair.. dead eyes..

Morgana..!

---

"You went into the forest, Morgana?? When?? Why??"

They were both told many times not to enter such a place. The Card didn't explain anything involving the rumor, but what if they were the reason for the disappearances? Otis couldn't chance them doing anything to Morgana. Not the little family he has left. He already lost his older cousin, he can't lose his younger one too.

Morgana didn't answer. Avoided his eyes. Ever since Pico's disappearance, they've gotten more and more distant. They would get nightmares of fires, begging to go in and save their brother. They would get delusions of those fires, and it would take time to snap them out of it. Otis tried to help however he could, but..

"I'm here for you, Morgana. Please come to me if anything happens.."

No response. As always..

---

"With all do respect, sir, I ask that you stay away from my younger cousin."

Otis couldn't take any chances after that interaction. Whether the rumors were true or not, he couldn't chance anything happening to another family member. With such a lack of laws and enforcement here in the Diamonds, Otis had to do what he could to keep his family safe. Even if it meant standing up to a Card.

"Ugh.. cut it with the 'sir' thing. You look older than me. Just call me Kurai."

"Ku.. look, I may be out of line, but with the rumors involving this area, I don't want anything to happen to my family. I'm not sure why my cousin came here, but if they ever do come back for whatever reason, just send them back or let me know. That's all I ask."

"....."

Shit. Perhaps this was stepping out of line. Even though Otis didn't falter nor regret what he said, it wouldn't mean much to a Card. A Card could do whatever they want with whoever they want. Otis was a simple civilian, living in the City, just like anyone else..

"You're pretty different from other people. You sound like you actually give a shit. I'll keep an eye out."

---

"I hear him. He's calling for help. I'm going to find him, and save him this time. We'll be a family again, I swear on it. Just wait for me!"

Their diary was left open on their desk. Otis never wanted to invade Morgana's privacy, but with the book open to show that..

It's going to happen again.. no.. no no no No NO!

---

"Morgana!! Morgana, wake up! Please! Don't die, p-please!"

Otis could hardly breathe by the time he made it to the forest, and what little air he had was sucked right out once he saw his younger cousin beside Kurai.. on the ground.. unconscious. Neither of them responded from Otis' cries, and Morgana's body felt bone chilling cold. Their leg was twisted in a way that looked broken, and blood was dripping from a head wound.

He shook them. No response.

He yelled louder. No response.

He hugged them tight. No response.

"Please.. please please please.. not you too, Morgana, not you too.."

.....

"Don't worry. I made sure they're okay."

A violent gasp of air had Otis' racing heart stop right in its tracks. Morgana, whose pulse wasn't responsive not too long ago, was back awake, eyes shot wide and watery. It seems they couldn't even process the pain from the physical wounds, nor from Otis' firm grip on their shoulders or his cries.

Morgana was back from death.. but.. how did they die..?

A Servant appeared shortly after to take Morgana to emergency care, leaving Otis and Kurai behind. Otis would've followed, but he had to know what happened. Why was Morgana injured like that. Why they weren't breathing for so long. .. why Kurai looked paler than before. And why a new Servant was here, saying that Kurai was in violation for "interference".

"I'm not just a Card. I'm also the Diamond's Reaper, and this forest is my gravesite."

"When people come here, it's all for the same reason: to die. When they no longer find a reason to live, they come here to lay to rest. I watch over their last moments, and help them pass. All these lil floating lights and animals you see? They're the last bit of souls from people who were once alive. I watch over them. Keep them safe.

"Normally, when one comes to die, I let them be. In the end, it's up to them if they want to continue living, or officially call it quits. But with Morgana here.. it was different. There's a darkness in them, for sure. Regret and guilt. Longing for peace. When they came here, they were aimlessly walking, up towards a cliff not far from here. Whatever he has going on.. it led him to believe that if he were to die, he'd be reunited with his brother. I couldn't help but interfere, for 2 reasons.

"One, because I don't think this Pico is dead. I would know about it if he was. I know everyone who dies. Morgana wouldn't meet their brother if they went through with it. Two, because.. I asked them about you. 'What about Otis?' I asked. That's when they stopped moving. They looked back, wide eyed expression, and said your name.. but it was too late. They were already off the cliff. It's as if he didn't actually want to die. There was hesitation in his voice, and in his actions.

"If I was right, then Morgana would've come back to life.. but there was a part of me that knew I shouldn't be confident in that. Being able to pass away isn't easy to turn down once you get to that point. So.. I went in. Talked them out of it. Made sure they came back to the living. 'Course, that's against the rules as a Reaper. If someone's meant to die, I'm supposed to leave them be. If I stopped people all the time, it'd get me in big trouble. Messes with the whole system.

"Why'd I interfere like this? Well.. guess I didn't want you to go through that experience. Have you lose someone important without having a chance to save them. It's not fun. It's something I wish I did before I became a Card, heh.."

So that's why people who came here would disappear. Kurai wouldn't kill them, but rather take care of their souls before passing. Morgana.. would've become part of the forest, had they not helped them out. To lose someone without having a chance to save them..

"Hey.. can you do me a favor?"

---

"I don't know how long my punishment will last, but I probably won't be back here for a few days. If you follow the bright purple vines, you'll eventually find this big tree with dark, multicolor leaves. If you could, just sit by her and give her a small prayer.. you don't have to if you don't want to, but..

"Mom would really appreciate it."

[hinamie]

oversaturate

[imma-dragon53]

You’ve heard of “justice league doesn’t know Batman has kids”

Now prepare for “the Team doesn’t know Batman is Robins dad”

[conundrumoftime]

"NO DWARVES IN MY FOREST 😡"

"Your wife is hot."

"...THIS ONE DWARF WITH IMPECCABLE TASTE CAN STAY"

[humming-fly]

Every now and then I'm reminded Real People with Actual Jobs use tumblr and I've always been legitimately curious what all you weird adults are up to when you're not on this site and with tumblr's New Poll Feature I can finally get an answer! (or the closest approximation of an answer possible with only 10 available options h a)

[lotussart]

just feelin real eepy

[cy-cyborg]

Just a reminder that unless your amputee character lost their limb less than a month ago, their stumps don't need to be bandaged.

[acoraxia]

his name is Jahel; they have a p neat 'friendship'

[mayasaura]

It really dawned on me watching episode 17, just how important this sequence of events is to Kabru and Laios' relationship, and how. Well. That's for a different post. I want to keep this one free of spoilers. (Certified Safe For Anime Only™)(There are spoilers for episode 17, tho. Obviously.)

Kabru's main concern has been, at least in part, revealed. He wants to figure out if Laios is capable of defeating the dungeon, and, if so, if Laios can be trusted with the power that might confer. The answer to his first question is simple. Yes. If anyone can defeat the dungeon, it's Laios.

The second question is where things get interesting. Can Laios be trusted with power?

In the aftermath of Laios' first fight with Toshiro, Kabru learns that while Laios has no particular respect for the law or conventional wisdom, he does have the humility to consider that his judgment might be flawed if he encounters conflict with someone he respects.

That is the face of a man taking notes, and I think he's making a cautious mark in Laios' favor. Laios doesn't really understand Toshiro's opinion, but he's listening.

Then, in the fight with the Falin-Dragon chimera, Kabru voices dissent—disgust, even—with Laios and Marcille's priorities.

You can practically see the Dragon Age style approval rating drop. Kabru disapproves. Minus fifteen hearts. If it had ended like this, I think Kabru would have lost all interest in Laios. Someone who would sacrifice a dozen lives out of sentiment can't be trusted.

Laios' response, and the way it builds on Kabru's earlier observation, is crucial.

He listened. And even better, he didn't listen blindly. He applied critical thought to Kabru's argument. What Kabru hears from him isn't just "I'm sorry, you were right," but also, "I understand and respect your position and priorities, and here's a very good argument for why killing what I still consider to be my sister is not in our best interest."

He processed Kabru's criticism and came to his own conclusions, and he did it fast. Not only that, but he's right. Kabru hadn't considered the potential consequences of killing the chimera.

Laios proved in this one exchange that he 1) isn't blinded by either his pride or his prejudice, 2) has the strength of character to not just fall back and surrender to someone else's judgment when he's uncertain, and 3) is smart enough to tactically outhink Kabru.

This is why Kabru is so invested in Laios liking him that he forces himself to eat the harpy omlette. This is why Kabru takes Laios' hand and makes sure he knows he wants to see him again. He doesn't understand Laios, and he still has strong reservations about him. Laios' interest in monsters scares him. But Laios has proved to Kabru that he might be capable of being the person Kabru needs him to be.

Top Ten Pictures Of The Moment He Won You Over (Taken Just Before Disaster).

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[lilybug-02]

Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!

Part 28 || First || Previous || Next...(Hiatus)

--Full Series--

Next update may take...much longer! I have finals and an internship and not to mention I have to draw- A LOT :')

[hinamie]

someone asked if i had ever drawn gojo with his scars, now i have :>

[seiwas]

you wear katsuki’s clothes to bed.

among all your cotton and silk pajamas, you prefer the thinning fabric of his faded tees. there are holes in some of them, just a few more seams away from their undoing as they fit far too large on you—but that’s why you love them.

they’re comfy and worn; lived in with love from the man that you love. when katsuki is gone for days or weeks at a time, you find his warmth intertwined within the threads of his t-shirts. when the fabric presses against your back, the bed doesn’t feel nearly as empty as it is.

(though it can never replace him. nothing can, you fear.)

“hoggin’ all my shirts,” he tuts, but you know it means nothing. the roll of white fabric is neatly folded unto itself, its crisp corners unfurling once handed over.

you giggle, shaking off its folds and fitting the hem right over your head. from the corner of your eye, you see katsuki’s gaze, watching you wrangle the fabric over you as the towel wrapped around your body slowly drops to the floor.

he turns away then, a little too quickly, a little too abruptly. if you look at him now, you’re sure you’ll find flushed cheeks and crimson eyes burning in shame for wanting you so inopportunely.

“guess you’ll just have to take me with it then.”

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[sopuu]

little snippet of a vs witherstorm storyboard/animatic i've been working on since march!

it's kinda been put aside for a while as other projects came up, and the second half of the original thumbnails are being revamped coz i don't like it anymore lol, so i thought i'd share what i have since i have no idea when or if i'll finish it. atm i'm still very set on completing it someday tho!!

[zephyrchama]

🎁🥔

Beelzebub and Mammon made their presence very well known when they entered the living room, with heads held high and chests puffed out proudly. They were a little sweaty and disheveled but strangely upbeat. Beelzebub was clearly concealing something behind his back. Mammon had his nose pointed so far up, it was almost a challenge to the Avatar of Pride's moniker.

You looked up from the couch and asked, "What's up, guys?" Feeling for all the world like a kindergarten teacher about to play a game with their students.

"We got you something," Beelzebub said with a pleasant smile. It was almost entirely drowned out by Mammon's loud boasting.

"You won't believe what I found. You're 'bout to be real grateful, so get our praise ready."

They plopped down into seats on either side of you, Beelzebub careful not to jostle the mystery in his hand.

It wasn't every day they made a big deal out of giving you something. Normally, they'd just do it. Your interest was piqued. "What is it?"

They smirked at each other. Both demons wanted to drag out the suspense, but were also too impatient to wait much longer. Still in their school uniforms, they probably rushed straight home as soon as they procured their present. After grinning for several prolonged seconds in self-satisfaction, Mammon snapped his fingers dramatically. "Show 'em, Beel!"

Beelzebub placed the gift in your lap as if it were made of the finest glass.

It was a potato.

"A human world potato," Beelzebub explained, as if there was any doubt.

"Ya don't see this in the Devildom everyday. We thought you'd like a human treat every once 'n a while."

It was green and wrinkly, with multiple spuds sprouting out the top. It looked like somebody had dropped it behind a shelf and found it months later through smell alone. It was impossible to discern if it had been washed recently or if, at this point, the slimy and moist texture was just this tuber's natural state of existence.

Two sets of eyes filled with anticipation were locked on to your face, scrutinizing its every move. They were waiting for their shower of praise. You forced an awkward smile and laughed with strained excitement. "A potato! Wow, thanks guys!"

"What are you gonna make with it?" Beelzebub was eager to know.

"I'm not sure." You gazed at the gift. You kind of wanted to fling it off your legs before your skin started crawling. Though, you couldn't insult the brothers after their hard work. It was time to start lying through your teeth. "I'm so touched. Really. That you went and got... this potato for me. I kind of want to keep it as a memento!"

Mammon waved his hand to dismiss your idea. "Nah, don't hold back! I paid a pretty hefty sum to get a hold a' this, y'know."

Your heartstrings twinged with guilt. To avoid stirring Beelzebub and his endless stomach, Mammon leaned over towards your ear. "Fry it, bake it, boil it. It's all yours," he whispered. "'Long as you're happy, yeah?"

You were not happy. Every day with these demons brought a fresh source of stress. At least you were never dull.

"Solomon once said that green vegetables are good for humans," Beelzebub revealed.

You twirled your head around so fast that you accidentally bumped Mammon in the nose and asked, "You actually took food advice from Solomon?"

"Only after Belphie confirmed it," he clarified. So they did do their research.

While that was usually true, this was an incredibly unfortunate exception. You could not bring yourself to consume the sad green potato. You needed a new idea.

"Can human plants be cultivated in the Devildom? I want to plant this, and then we'll have more potatoes we can all share." The wet sensation on your leg only grew more unpleasant and you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. "Let's go plant it out back and see."

The siblings began talking over one again again, saying, "My human's got a heart of gold" and "I'd like that" while squeezing you with bear hugs from either size. It jostled the potato and you feared it would start leaking more.

"Let's go, let's go!" you ushered, eager to give this old vegetable a proper burial. You could vaguely hear Mammon brag to his younger brother, "I told you this was a great idea, they're gonna be thankin' us for weeks," as you raced towards the doorway.