#this was so bloody good

[kristsune]

The carts Tim got with tickets for him and Sam during Satisfactory were an absolute delight, and I had to do a little post just for them, including a couple excellent screenshots.

art by erebusodora, screenshots by me

[lotus-pear]

intertwined fate

[eveledoze]

Call me your nymph Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin Call me your muse A sprite or an elf you cry to, then use

let's say this is an alternate ending... drew the sketch of this art before ep7 came out and these were my ideas about possible events. previously the end of the cross was pointed, but after ep7 I drew it as flash drive according to the canon xd would like to thank the people who helped me with this art and supported me, thank you !! close-ups below

[dollypopup]

the absolute unbearable cruelty that the writers foisted upon Cressida

a woman taught from the beginning in her home, by her own mother, that she cannot trust any other women, who finally, FINALLY felt she had a friend- who didn't care for her much at all. a woman who grew up in a house that is more akin to a mausoleum, a woman dressed up as a doll and made to masquerade and sing and dance for the attention of a half decent man, never to be considered seriously. a woman who is foisted onto a man old enough to be her grandfather, who wants 4 children from her, and intends to keep her locked up in his estate with at most 1 social outing a month, who didn't believe in listening to music, or art.

a woman who goes to the only person she ever considered a friend, saying 'I need to save myself. Run with me. Write with me. Help me.' only for that friend to turn her back on her, and talked ill of her for the rest of her time in her society. a woman who tried to claw her way out of a horrible circumstance, only to be told she's too stupid to do so. a woman who's mother wrote the article that insulted her friend's family, an article she still regretted. a woman who tried to save herself and was then sent off to an aunt even less warm than the circumstances she'd grown up in.

what was Cressida meant to do? she had no one to turn to, and when she tried, she was turned away. she had no options left to her, she exhausted all of them. yes, blackmailing Penelope was harsh, but I would have done almost anything to save myself from sexual assault at the hands of a husband old enough to be my father twice over who was clearly intending on mistreating me, especially if I was dropped by the only person I ever considered a friend.

Cressida's story is so fucking tragic. My heart cracked clean in half for her

[obsob]

once more around the sun!! :3

[rottentricks]

These two has been rotating in the depths of my mind, So I must :> 💜💛

[hinamie]

round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au

first year trio

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bonus 13: Beware the Grapes of Wrath.

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[thyfrankie]

[st4nth3m4n]

i’m just gonna post my fav aus as i doodle them i think. cheers to any “ford accidentally kills stan” aus 🥂

EDIT: forgot to mention!! the text is from a book "When My Brother Was An Aztec" by Natalie Diaz - specifically the poem "A Brother named Gethsemane"

(jokey follow up to this doodle under the cut)

[raepliica]

(content warning: blood)

Sewed Up Heart

[ID: A Trigun comic done in grayscale with red accents. First, an anatomical heart gushes blood, forming a puddle which shifts into Vash's coat. Vash's gloved hands can be seen sewing up a tear at the hem.

Vash raises his hands, which are now bare and covered in blood. He looks sweaty and distressed, and he raises his coat to his face and cries into it. His clenched hands rip the sewed portion apart, and the red thread leads to a heart whose own stitches are tearing apart. The background gets darker and darker, and the red looks brighter and starker against it.

Then the background returns to white, and brown-skinned hands using embroidery scissors snip a red thread. Wolfwood holds up Vash's repaired coat, grinning proudly, and does a happy thumbs-up in Vash's direction. Vash lifts his head, seeming distant.

Wolfwood holds out the coat. As Vash puts out his hand to take it, the cloth is replaced so Wolfwood is dropping a sewed-up heart in Vash's hand. Vash rubs the coat against his face with a teary smile. End ID] ID CREDITS

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[valentjin]

put the devil in his place

[sualne]

matching shirts for matching nicknames

[verecunda]

"Do you know what it is to be tortured at the hands of a god?" "I cannot imagine."

I've been wondering how other people view this exchange, specifically Celebrimbor's response. Because you could read it as ironic - "No, I really cannot imagine what it's like to be tortured by a god, as I sit here in the ruins of my own city, shackled to my own workbench by the Maia who's spent the last One-knows-how-long gaslighting me, nope, no idea at all." Only I don't get that from Celebrimbor's delivery of the line. The softness of his voice, his expression: I think he's sincere here. He really can't imagine. Whatever torment he's been suffering at the hands of Sauron, surely it must pale in comparison to what Morgoth - mightiest of all the Ainur - was able to inflict.

The way I read the scene, Celebrimbor really means those words, and for a moment, he even seems to feel for Sauron, because he has this - probably unprecedented - glimpse into his real psyche. For a moment he understands how broken Sauron truly is, which is what impels him, at first, to try to counter his words reasonably ("And after all that, you would still try to inflict the same pain upon me?") But then Sauron breaks out the textbook abuser's line - "You choose it", "you [are] the author of your own torment" - at which point Celebrimbor realises that he really is beyond reasoning with. From then on, all his exchanges with Sauron are about denouncing his cruelty and exposing his self-deception. But until that moment, I think there is understanding there, and compassion, from Celebrimbor's end.

[nailsinmywall]

3 generations of curufinwës (fëanor, curufin, celebrimbor)