#thomb

[ladydeath]

[nzchao]

ライブ前のサッポロメタルカンとアサヒメタルカン。 #SapporoMetalCan #Omnisphynx #Pankin #Thomb #inokashirapark https://www.instagram.com/p/CppG7ZJyUil/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ivvmell]

playing with fem versions of my fav characters

[guy60660]

Prakash Thombe

[lovedespiteofgreatfaults]

Ianthe's first impressions of Gideon on the new short story

[nyssasatelier]

I went through my gallery and found some of the pictures i took of the archeological site in Ephesus !

(Efes, izmir)

That's the Library of Celsus in the back you can find higher quality pictures of it online, I didn't include my own because most of them are either very shaky or in the form of selfies and you guys deserve to see better than that. I definitely recommend looking it up the statues under each arch were beautiful.

[duskform64]

This is the same as believing pyramids were built under the sand.

Scaliger Castle, Sirmione, Italy

[ch4osworld]

THE PASSENGER

Chapter 2

Words:1753 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

It's finally time for Lilith's disappearance, yay! As usual i hope this chapter will be of your liking! Also i don't think this week i'll be able to post anything as i will be really busy with studying and such, but i will still try to write something.

You once again travelled through the meticulous intricacies of hell, with one destination in mind, your shop. You managed to open your pretty little place to make a living out of your miserable life. It was really simple, you would give the customer all the information they needed, while you would get something in return, something of great value, money peraphs, but you managed to get a few souls too. It hurt you, seeing those demons throw their hopeless life away for something so futile as even a little secret you had managed to see, but this is hell after all, a place of eternal torment, where every vitality is doomed from the very beginning. If you wanted to keep yourself alive, it was your job to do just that, as much as it broke you. You took your keys and opened the door. It was lifeless, as usual, it was overflowing with dust, dust that you never had the courage to remove, it seemed filled with energy, peraphs that wasn't dust, that was ash, tiny little particles of a person's being, you were sure someone died in there, your heart told you. Every time you would enter that hollow place it seemed to invade an ancient thomb, you would feel a sense of turmoil every time the delicate and heavy smell of whood would enter your nostrils. You walked behind your desk, steps heavy with grief for someone that you never met, but that was the only place you could afford, so you couldn't let them rest, not for a very long time.

A sinner walked through the timbered door into the dimly lit room. The woman was tall and slender with light-grey skin, her unusual white hair were shaped in the form of large horns, her shoes looking like ballet slippers, wich she walked on the tips of her toes. "Good morning ma'am, what is that you'd like to know?" You told her listlessly as she got closer to you: "Good morning great passenger" she responded, bowing before you. You were bewildered, it seems like people genuinely respected you, at least some of them did, it felt....nice: "I'd like for some information of where to find angelic weapons". This woman was peculiar, to say the least, not many have asked you about angelic weapons before: "there is a desert somewhere in the pride ring, far far away from civilization, there lays many corpses, stabbed by those same weapons, not many are aware of that place"  you replied, showing her a map you had previously found there: "I shall thank you, i hope this is enough to pay the price" she said, handling you a good quantity of money and an angelic weapon, a rare find, "Don't worry, it's perfect" she thanked you one last time before heading away.

Now that work was done, you got back to travelling hell like usual, your steps unusually loud, as the stermination was coming near once again. In a few days the angels would arrive and bring chaos and destruction everywhere they'd reach. You knew that they would not harm you, it was agreed upon the pacts stipulated by Lucifer, but he still decided do gift you something you could protect yourself with, an angelic weapon, a beautiful knife adorned by the most gorgeous and ethereal images carved into it's handel. Oh how sweet, he cared about you a lot, you could easily sense it. It would be romantic even, if not for the fact he was bound to Lilith. Luci never wanted you to suffer, but oh if only he knew how much he hurt you, he would never forgive himself. He suscitated such a pity on you. But even after all this suffering, this torment you were costrained to live with, you found something in you that was worth it still, your humanity. You were no demon or angel, you were just a simple human. You never turned into a demon once you fell, peraphs it was because you were never casted there, it was by choice, by choice of following the one you loved most, even when he couldn't reciprocate. For as long as you could remember you had cherished your humanity above all else. It was part of you, carved into the very depths of your being. It gave you strength in your toughtest moments, as it was a source of force and resiliance, a reminder that good could still exist in a haunted and grotesque place like hell. You loved how it felt to be human and every aspect of it, how it felt to be fragile, how you needed to eat and drink to survive, how things felt on your bare skin, how it felt to be alive, how you were unique. You loved and cherished every single aspect of it, and if it would be taken away from you, you'd fall into the pits of despair and emptiness, because being human was what made you....you. But even as you embraced your humanity, you knew it made you weak, an easy target, for hell was a merciless place, but you refused to give up your soul, for it was the only beacon of hope and light in your meaningless life, and you would never trade it for anything in the world. There was another thing other than your humanity that gave you hope though; Charlie, Luci and Lilith's daughter. When they first announced the pregnancy to you, something inside yourself shattered, maybe it was your heart, maybe your very own soul, but nontheless it spiraled you down into a despair you would have never wanted to reach, and the worst thing was that you had no one to talk to, no one wich you could confide your deepest sufferings. You drowned in a pool of misery as Lilith watched you pleased and she took Lucifer away, to keep it all to herself, like the whicked and evil woman she is deep inside. You could still remember the day they announced the pregnancy to you like it happened yesterday.

In the grands halls of Lucifer's palace, you stood in silence as him and Lilith made their announcement. Her hand rested gently on her slightly swollen belly, a radiant smile gracing her lips as she looked upon her husband with adoration: "Lucifer and I have some wonderful news to share!" She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up: "We are expecting a child!". The words hit you like a hammer, your heart aching with pain that threatened to consume you whole. But despite the turmoil growing within your soul , you forced a smile, masking the pain that burned inside you: "That's wonderful! Congratulations to both of you, I can't wait for the baby to be born!"  Your voice filled with untrue enthusiasm. Lucifer's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his eyes flickering with something unreadable, before turning back to Lilith with a smile: "I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED! I HAVE MANY PLANS–OOOH AND I HAVE A LOT OF NAMES IN MIND!" As the conversation turned to how to name the baby, you felt as though you were drowning in a sea of sorrow. You wanted nothing more than to scream, to breakdown from the injustice of it all, but you knew you had to maintain this facade, for you would never ruin your friendship with Lucifer.

Even after all this torment, you managed to have a good relationship with Charlie. Her joyous character infecting you, making you find a reason to keep living. You grew to be attached to her, you watched her make her first crawls, make her first steps, and say her first word, you watched her grow. She was truly like the child you never had to to you. As you travelled through hell your thoughts lingered on the young lady, to distract yourself from the sorrow surrounding you, you decided to play a visit. As you got closer and closer to Lucifer's castle, a negative aura started surrounding you, something didn't feel right. You tried to dismiss the feeling crawling down your spine, as you reached the palace.

You ventured inside, making your way through the shadowed corridors, your footsteps echoing through the dimly lit halls. You silently approached Lucifer's and Lilith's bedrooom, but as you stepped into the vast room, your breath got caught in your throat at the sight before you. Luci sat hunced over on the edge of the bed, his shoulder shaking as tears streamed down his face. His joyful demeanor seemed to be replaced by utter desperation. For a moment, you stood there in place, unsure of what to do or what to say, but you fastly recomposed yourself, as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, with the same loving embrace he would give you back then in heaven: "It's alright Luci" you murmured reassuringly "I'm here for you, tell me what is happening and we can deal with this togheter". Lucifer's body tensed up at your touch, his breath heavy as he looked up at you with red, teary eyes: "She's gone...Lilith is gone" he cried, as he vainly tried to stop the tears from flowing down his cheek. Your heart ached at the anguish in his voice, full of pain and torment that threatened to engulf you both "Luci, listen to me, you are not alone, you have me and Charlie by your side, you can do it. I am sure Lilith is ok, that she will be back, sooner or later" this is the last thing you said, before the silence started to loom, broken only by the sound of sniffs, as Lucifer buried his head in your chest. You passed the entire day holding one another, as he ruminated on the memories he had with his wife and you listened to him. And so, they clung to each other in the darkness, finding solace in each other's arms, weariness soon found them, and they fell asleep, still embracing eachother.

While you held Lucifer in your arms, offering words of comfort, a tornado of emotions raged within your soul. Amidst the pain you felt for him, a tiny spark of hope flickered to life. As you felt Lucifer's tears on your body, you dared to entertain the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for you. Now that Lilith was gone, you and him could, peraphs, get togheter someday, and have the happy life you always wanted you two to have.

[ratcate]

I'm here to admit that I may have developed a hyper fixation on your OCs (especially on Zerion and Sir. Valentine) so can you perhaps tell us more about them? (And other OCS)

oh hey!! great selection of characters. Makes me really happy you wanting to know more about them! I love them a lot, but Sir Valentine more, as Zerion's personality and setting is pretty nebulous still. info about them both under read more!

Zerion is some sort of cartoony super villain, heavily inspired in the night of the bald mountain monster interpretation from Fantasia(disney)

(art from 2020)

I think he's a very strong dark mage or something. Right now I have him reduced to a joke. A cartoony villain living his slice of life, but always awaiting action, the smallest spark chaos, to join in, in a world where nothing ever happens. He has his sidekick, Vampina (I think that was her name). A vampire chick who lives in the moment and is Zerion's servant, as long as he provides him with some blood every now and then

(2023)

(2021)

she almost never pulls off that relaxed smile from her face, her brain usually has no thoughts more than "can i eath this?" "I can eat this" Both of them are pretty evil. I remember once i tried to sketch out a first chapter, where they had a visit of income tax department agents, coming to remind Zerion he hadn't paid his taxes, and both Zerion and Vampina made a whole intricate plan on how to get rid of them and torture them, to show the government they're not to be fucked with. Though, all their scare tactics were just confusing, failed magic tricks for the men, now tied to apparent non functioning electric chairs, looking at each other through their sunglasses, stoic faces, while confused to what Zerion is yapping about in his villain monologue, while Vampina eats a stale bread in the BG. ---------------------------------------------------------

I don't have much about Sir Valentine either, but I certainly have drawn him more. For now, His name is Sir Cannon Valentine, but we'll get to that in a bit.

(both from 2020)

This is the first art ever I made of him, and that's a lot of his vibe. (2019)

This MAN, is some warrior who died in his armor but is back by some whack magic, and he's impatient, easily irritated, screams instead of talking, and I've always imagined having him a strong accent. He's here to fight and go headfirst into everything bc he really cannot die.

As of 2024, Sir Valentine is Sir Cannon Valentine (you can still call him the first version), BECAUSE, besides him being reborn and inmortal, angry and ready to fucking obliterate anything in his way, now his body works as a canonball

He went through my manic episode of redesigning many of my characters, after getting a taste of Pizza tower's cartoony characters, and became this. Much more functional, easily drawn, flowy. he just works, i can animate him in a snap of fingers. Still consistenly working to improve his design even more.

I will probs change the story, but this guy is resucitated as a last resort for a war between kingdoms, as a mistake, bc they wanted to revive some other guy, but got mistaken and went to his thomb. This guy revived him, after a ritualistic dance and some lightning

and then he is like "oh wait I fucked up", and Valentine is like "TOO LATE BITCH I'M FREE!!" and blasts away from him, as a cannonball, fueled by his own fire and methane gas from the catacombs he is in lol. This story is very not much constructed, but I love Sir Valentine a lot, and the characters I can surround him with. I see him falling for a bourgeoisie woman, or a princess even, bc all my stories need the romance, I'm nothing without the romance. I am also thinking of including another character of mine, Sayen, as the daughter of this death guy

Sayen previously appeared as a participant in a nsfw comic in my twt alt account lol. I love her and her design very much.

[eldritch-spouse]

I have this really corny but oddly cute idea of Daddy Dorem with a mortician s/o, like someone who’s become familiar and comfortable with the whole concept of death and sees it often- but still isn’t sure about what really happens after 👀

[Oh, that's kinda cute.]

Dorem is drawn to the dying, freshly deceased and long dead naturally. It makes sense that he would sometimes, when bored, visit gravesites, cemeteries, thombs, crypts, cremation locations, and especially mortuaries. (Sometimes hospitals, which is a bit creepy, but then, wraiths and all sorts of undead tend to hover there as well.)

It'd be extremely funny if you were just doing a late night shift, alone as you usually are, and venture into one of the halls, maybe leading to the body storage, and just find Dorem casually evaluating the dead.

Naturally, you're in for a massive meltdown or two, but Dorem is wholly unconcerned with your shenanigans, ignoring you entirely aside from a quizzical, tired side-glance that reads "I did not bring enough smokes to deal with this shit.". No, he's a lot more concerned with collecting the stubborn souls that seem reluctant to leave their husks. For some reason, there's a large concentration of them near where you work, it bothers him. Instinctually, if Dorem had to describe it, it's like a persistent notification that keeps pinging him every ten minutes.

Your relationship with the god of Limbo is a bizarre one. Neither of you acknowledged each other much at the start of this. Part of you probably didn't want to believe he was there, especially when it seemed as if your coworkers never saw him. You began to believe that maybe you were having psychological issues which only manifested at your workplace. But life had to go on regardless, so you merely stared at Dorem from afar whenever you spotted him, eventually coming to understand that the strange, dark being wanted nothing to do with you. He didn't desecrate bodies or steal anything, but he did release some type of energy from these corpses, something that had you ever intrigued. This being was connected to the stages between death and rebirth, you were sure of it.

And it was that realization that had you standing closer to him each passing night. Sometimes Dorem would cast more side-glances at you, other times he's physically tug you aside by your clothes so he could access a body. The brief glimpses of eye contact you had with him felt like entire unspoken conversations in their own regard.

You found him smoking sometimes, face torn, which was as ridiculous as it was almost... Understandable. He looks morose all the time, for some reason. Maybe because he's always around the dead? You doubt it's very cheerful.

Everything started to change when, one day, you offered him a cigarette.

The tall, gaunt entity observed you in silence for several anxiety-inducing moments before, finally, taking it from your small hands. It lit up with a burst of greenish-blue flame from his chest, and he put it to his teeth. " Thanks. " He had said, voice shockingly hoarse, deep, and you replied politely.

It felt like a step in the right direction. So you felt brave enough to try to converse with him the following nights, taking breaks in between your work, to watch his. Dorem wasn't very talkative, giving curt responses, or condescendingly implying you're too much of a numbskull to be worrying about certain concepts. He's firm in his belief that you don't need to understand the afterlife.

Outwardly, it appeared as if Dorem was very ambivalent to your presence, but you started to note that he would sometimes stop by even when there were no "remnants" for him to collect, walking around the mortuary while occasionally coming back to you and your "pointless questions". He seemed to seek you out, looking mildly aggravated when you showed up late to work and chiding you to go home past a certain hour. He was warming up to you, you could tell. Although the large, terrifying undead would roll his eye-lights and call you naïve when you subtly jabbed at him liking a little mortal.

At some point, the two of you would just spend your nights talking. As much of a depressed grump as Dorem could be, he also had a very morbid sense of humor, and enjoyed hearing some corny jokes. The first time you heard him laugh was surprising enough to have you staring at him almost slack-jawed. He coughed awkwardly, almost as if he didn't know how to be happy and comfortable anymore.

You knew it was dangerous to touch him, he had told you so himself at one point. But you felt compelled to grab his hand, and speak without words, tell him how much you appreciated making his acquaintance with a gentle hold of his freakishly bony and spidery hand.

Dorem was fixated on the image of your entwined extremities for a long pause.

One time, you wake in the middle of a dead sleep, greeted to the sight of Dorem seated by your side of the bed, staring intently at your figure. Before you could utter a single word, he rasped in the silence.

" Your soul is the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed. "

[ajol0tita]

Jeankasa (ESP/ENG)

"Eren, te queremos presentar a alguien"

Inspirado por el panel donde Mikasa le presenta a su bebé a la tumba de Eren, mientras su esposo (obviamente Jean) la sotiene para mantener el equilibrio con el bebé.

ENG

"Eren, we like you to meet someone..."

Inspired in the panel of Mikasa presenting (?) Her baby to the thomb of Eren, meanwhile her husband (obviously Jean) holds her so she can mantain keep her balance with the baby in her arms.

[alpaca-clouds]

Cazador's Spawn Headcanons - Pt. 4

Okay, let me talk about the relationship between Astarion and the last vampire spawn: Leon. Because with him I actually have a more complicated headcanon than with the other spawn. Because here is the thing...

So, remember that Astarion in the very early years of being a vampire saved a guy, and got shoved into a thomb for a whole year slowly going mad, right? So, that "sweet boy" he saved back then, he was also named "Léon".

And yes, Leon the vampire spawn is a descendent of the Léon Astarion saved - and Cazador specifically made him the last spawn to bring home a point towards Astarion, you know?

Of course Leon the vampire spawn does not know about it. He just knows that apparently Astarion does not like him and responds in kind. Especially as obviously he has also his own entire issue with trying to save his daughter - only to fail in the end.

[nona-gay-simus]

The only TLT relationship i think about more than griddlehark is probably John and Alecto. She chose him to save the world and he hurt her and she still loves him and he made her into a monster but she is his monster and he won't let anyone call her a monster and he put her in thomb and he misses her and she loves her eyes because they are his and the first thing she does after she awakes is stab him in the chest and he smiles because he gets to see her even though it's probably the end for him/his world and ugh!

I just have so many feelings about them!

[fictive-culture]

fictiv3e.culttue os not bejngnable to spell becwude you're not used to eeird human thombs.. -♾️ of 🎀

[PT/Translation: Fictive culture is not being able to spell because you're not used go weird human thumbs.. End PT]

[studioboner]

once im done w these damn tests im doing so much art and alsp reading the locked thomb finally

[nyctophiliq]

I'd also like to add for the tent idea, other anon who mentioned being quiet you are amazing. Picture this: research team is outside, so you HAVE to be quiet. Meanwhile, lara is whispering the dirtiest and nastiest things in the readers ear in the Sweetest most condensending tone ever 🫢

i honestly can't stop thinking about the scene from rise of the thomb raider when she is in the cold and you can see her breath and god imagine that hot breath just next to your ear, that perfect voice whispering while one of her hands make a quick work of getting under your clothes like please, i'm losing my mind