#together they are batshit insane

[soulsxng]

Time for my monthly "I'm sorry to anyone that knows both Baphomet and Enoch, but I'm not responsible for any chaos that may be dropped upon your doorstep because of it." announcement.

[philsmeatylegss]

If I were Dan and Phil I would never hard launch because it’s so embarrassing that we were right. Like what do you mean you were so in love a bunch of thirteen year old’s clocked it? I would never give that satisfaction.

[unlimitedbutchworks]

ultimately you have to remember that complaining about "4chan white trans women who are bigoted and so and so" is almost entirely pointless for any purpose aside from raising transmisogynistic sentiments in observers. this specter of an evil tranny is constantly looming despite the individuals being rare and often total shut ins, and people expect transfems to take this shit seriously and be constantly swearing off association with """bad people""". these people, when they do exist, by and large lack the power to actually do anything with their beliefs; obviously if they do it sucks but this idea that there are trans women ~getting away with it~ and that all transfem communities allow and hide this behavior is blatantly transmisogynistic in addition to often being completely imagined! its insane to act like you have to choose between resisting white supremacy and resisting transmisogyny, and yet, people wind up continually portraying it as this

[strandedaylily]

you’re on a path, in the woods …

The profile pic I made for the @slaytheprophetau interactive story blog !! Definitely check it out, there are two parts of chapter 1 posted so far and many more to come ^^

OC on the left is DAEP who belongs to my friend @hdra77 !! The goober ever

[sandflakedraws]

lorieninksong replied to your post “ship aint official until ive drawn them napping”

I still know nothing about trolls but I love them. Your troll artwork in general is incredible btw. I may have to watch the movies now, you are winning. XD

they are incredibly silly movies, but as soon as you let go and take any part of them seriously, It's Over.

like oh my god.... he thinks he's responsible for his grandmother's death and that's haunted his every step for the past 2 decades... he thinks singing killed his grandma...😭😭😭

the first is probably the strongest film of all of them, tho it's sense of humor i generally vibe with the least.

the second has one of my favorite messages in kid's animation from the like. last 20 years, despite it feeling like it coulda benefited from another go in writer's room. but it also has HICKORY. won't spoil here why he gets me runnin around the room, but if you know you know.

and the third movie..?

what the hell man.

there is so much here that is joey's brand of kryptonite. like it was Hand Picked to make me, specifically, go hog wild. just the traditional pink pig, rolling in the dirt, shriek-oinking at 200 dB kind of hog wild.

y'know how stories that feel somewhat incomplete or have things unexplored lend themselves to fanworks a little better? that's what's goin on here.

[kennyomegasweave]

Ming in the restaurant:

Man can't even mention himself around Ming without Ming hearing Kill Bill sirens and it's just

I love him. He's so unwell.

[hiemaldesirae]

The Hazbin Graduate’s Guide to Homicide (3)

HAZBIN'S MIDSEMESTER STUDENT REPORT Student: Vox Vanhal Supervising Staff: Professor Enoch Leviathan Sponsor: Not Applicable To the Board: Vox Vanhal may be one of the most brilliant students this school has seen in decades. In all my years of teaching at Hazbin, I have never met a student more insanely ready to learn and apply their skills- due in part, of course, to said student's own possible insanity. I mean this in a jovial way, of course, but I will admit that when young Vanhal's true identity was revealed to me that my first thought was along the lines of 'is this student insane?' Whether or not my student's reason should be called into question is something myself and my fellow professor Asmodeus have discussed in length, but there is one thing that we can definitively agree on: If there is any one student in this school who I would choose to place my bets on, it would be Vox Vanhal. There is nothing more to say at this time of report evaluation. Sincerely, Professor Leviathan.

May God's blessings be with you now and at the hour of our deaths, Amen.

[ 1 ] / [ 2 ] (<- read these first for context and more murder academy radiostatic content!)

Though Alastor may have thought that Vox was much more knowledgable in how Hazbin's Institution for Homicide worked, the truth was, Vox was still fully flying on the seat of his own coattails.

He had no damn clue what he was doing still, and although it'd been two weeks since he'd arrived, part of him still felt like how he did when he'd first arrived: hesitant, scared, not knowing where to go or what to do besides the want to make his boss suffer as he killed him.

That level of animosity might sound strange to anyone not a Hazbin student or alumnus, but it was perfectly normal for any student enrolled in the academy to have such feelings. After all, there was quite a rigorous process involved in the application, and for Vox, this application process (and what led to it) was perhaps more intense than most.

There had once been a time where Vox had dreamed of becoming a Hollywood starlet, one who lit up the silver screen and was blessed by hundreds of thousands of cheering, dedicated fans who would fawn over his every move and action. He'd wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps, at one point. But after taking on his first roles in Carmine Studios, the glamour of Hollywood had shattered like fine glass.

"Miss Vesper! Would you please look over here for a second?"

"Miss Vesper, when is your next movie coming out?!"

"Miss Vesper, is it true that you and your co-star on Anna Karenina, Valentino Vega had an affair-?"

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! That- fucking bastard!" Vox rushed into the privacy of his and Val's shared apartment, slamming the door behind him as he collapsed into the couch, head cradled in his hands. He couldn't even begin to start detailing the number of ways he'd wanted to fucking butcher and rip apart his boss.

Andrealphus Goetia was no stranger to the spotlight, naturally. One of Hollywood's top directors, the man had been an influential cornerstone in the history of movie-making, a real legend to light the days. But behind that picturesque platinum reputation laid a monstrous piece of shit.

It had been a complete accident that Andrealphus had found out about Vox's identity.

Vox himself hadn't even really planned out what to do about himself at that point, only that he'd known that the dresses he wore on screen were far more suited to his best friend than they were for him. Knew that the copious amounts of makeup flattened on him everyday made him feel more like a clown than a princess, that it was the most uncomfortable feeling to have to sit and play the pretty face for the audience's sake.

But he persisted, telling himself, one more year, one more year til my savings account has enough to supply Val and I with a comfortable life and we can leave.

But of course- of course Andrealphus had to ruin it for him.

The man had found out and immediately proceeded to blackmailing Vox with the information, holding things such as promotions, media gossip and rumors over his head. And now... now... Vox stared down at the script he held clutched in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he grasped it with an iron grip.

"Dieser verdammte bastard," Vox muttered under his breath.

Though he'd never loved the spotlight that came with his first taste of fame, he had loved acting. Had loved being adored for his skill, applauded for the emotions that he could evoke in crowds of people and the way he could twist people's hearts. He had wanted to be one of the best, a household name.

And now, he stared down at the script for a movie that Andrealphus knew would tank his reputation. It was absolute bullshit. The plot was held together by thin strings and a bit of glue, despite being an adaptation of one of the past decade's best selling books. Not only that, but the moment he left the safety of the apartment once more, he would also have to contend with the rumors that were steadily piling against him and dragging his loved ones and friends into it too.

All this, because Vox had refused to sleep with his shitty boss.

He could still hear the fucker's voice- come on, don't you wanna say that you got a piece of me? I'll even leave out the part about you being a transvestite, darling, just the fact that I got a piece of you is enough.

God. If only.... if only he could see that bastard's face when he crushed his fucking skull in between his hands. He wanted to see Andrealphus' stupid face contort in revulsion and terror when Vox finally did the deed, wanted to bathe in the the fotze's inbred blood. He'd do anything for the chance to just kill that piece of shit-

"Amorcito?"

Val's voice makes Vox jump on the spot, quickly shifting to hide the script from view. His friend comes around the corner, eyebrows furrowed with concern, and it's this that makes Vox break his composure, a single tear falling down his face as Val frowns, taking a seat next to him on the couch. "Voxxy, amor... tell me what's wrong."

And because he can never keep his mouth shut when it comes to his best friend, Vox tells him everything. Val nods along, pauses at the right moments, all of that stuff that friends do when they're trying to let you know that they'd rip apart your shitty boss if not for the law.

But- and perhaps this is something that Vox knew deep down to be true anyway- Val was a bit different in that aspect. He'd met the man under... less than legal circumstances, after all, and he knew that Val was the heir to quite the illustrous cartel career.

So when Valentino stops him with a firm hand on the shoulder and hands him an application paper for Hazbin, telling him to think it through, Vox barely takes even a second glance at it before filling it out.

Now, two months later and sitting in the auditorium of Hazbin's famed Music Hall, Vox doesn't find himself regretting the decision. Sure, it's a bit lonely without Val's supporting presence by his side, but the students he's met so far have proved to be some of the friendliest people he's had the pleasure of knowing: ironic, considering the kind of school they're studying at. And he's even managed to make a friend! Not that bad a start, altogether.

Vox absentmindedly doodles on the edge of his notes as Professor Leviathan's soothing voice lectures them on the importance of a proper alibi. "If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, but it has an airtight alibi, it is...?"

"Not a duck," the auditorium echoes back to the professor, who nods, looking satisfied with the class's response. "So, then! The first step to alibi making is...? Miss Velvette, perhaps you'd like to answer this one for us?"

The girl sitting beside Vox shoots up in her seat, looking as if she'd just fallen asleep and was awoken by the professor's question. "Uh... the..."

After a moment of silence and stuttering, Vox takes pity on the girl, sliding Velvette over a slide of paper that she squints at before reading. "Make sure you're in a different place from the crime?"

"And how would I do that?"

"I... uh. Use an accomplice...?" Velvette stutters.

Professor Leviathan shakes his head, looking disappointed. "Not quite. One thing you will have to learn at Hazbin's is that you should never rely on any other person to carry your deed out for you. No hiring accomplices- after all, paid personnel's loyalty is shaky and they have no honor code preventing them from taking you to the police- and absolutely no committing crimes as lovers, unless you can guarantee that neither of you will be snitching. Would anyone else like to take a try?"

Vox raises his hand hesitantly. "Move the crime scene or otherwise obscure the culprit?"

Professor Leviathan snaps his fingers, "Yes! Absolutely. One of the best ways to make yourself an iron clad alibi is, if the pope is shot in the church at midnight, make sure that you are seen halfway across town in the bar at midnight; so drunk that you cannot even leave until your wife comes to pick you up at two- and no one will suspect you, even if he was actually killed right outside the pub and moved to the church instead. By moving the crime scene, you can make yourself an ironclad alibi. Obscuring the identity of the perpetrator and making it someone who couldn't possibly be you also works splendidly. After all, if the police believe the murderer to be a six foot tall adult man, then the actual perpetrator, a four foot tall young woman, would be able to pass by completely unnoticed. Thank you for that input, Vox. Now, onto the actual creation of such an alibi..."

When class ends, Vox is the first to leave his seat and head for the door, intending on leaving and getting to Track with Professor Satan as quick as possible when someone stops him in his tracks with a firm grip on his shoulder.

"Hey. Vox Vanhal, right?"

"That would be me, yes," Vox turns to face the person he's talking to, only to be met with the young woman that Professor Leviathan had called out in class earlier. "You were... Velvette?"

"Yep, that's me," the chipper young woman responds. "Listen, I know you don't know me at all, but I really need to get through this school year. Like- look, okay, I'm in a little bit over my head right now. I still want to go here and do what everyone here does, of course, I'd love to just go and plunge a damn butcher's knife into my cunt of an ex-friend's neck, but... well, you saw how I did back in class- look, what I'm trying to get at is I need someone to help me. And you're like, Leviathan's star student. So- I don't care what I have to do, I'll-"

Vox holds up a hand to stop her.

"I don't need you to do anything for me, unless you've got any tips on how to kill my boss and make him suffer during it. But I'll help you with whatever you need to study during your courses. Just..." He pauses, taking a moment to think out what he's about to ask. "Could you teach me how you did your makeup on your own?"

Velvette blinks, clearly not expecting that response. She laughs, a shrill, sharp bark and grabs his hand to shake it firmly. "Yeah, 'course I can. So, do we have a deal?"

"We do," Vox smiles. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

[lostchildofthenewworld]

@ every single male targaryen barring daeron the good and maekar i

[msharmonycobel]

I can't stop thinking about the Russells. I can't. Every waking moment I'm consumed by how absolutely unhinged they are.

[mochiajclayne]

"If I die, we both die, Sasuke."

Definitely lots of layers going on to which I interpret as:

Naruto knows he doesn't want to exist in a world without Sasuke. His resolve is clear: he'd bear the burden of Sasuke's hatred and die together with him. He doesn't want to die like a loser but he doesn't want to die as the hero that killed his friend to protect the village, either. This is a blatant rejection of what Hashirama did when he fought against Madara. Naruto chooses Sasuke above all else. If Sasuke dies (literally) and Naruto lives, he would spend the rest of his days devoid of his driving force, even the prospect of becoming hokage doesn't fill the empty space which was originally meant for Sasuke--the one who reached out first and saved him from his own darkness. His bond with Sasuke became exponentially bigger than his worldly dreams.

Sasuke, on the other hand, would fall deeper into darkness. Dealing with loss, heartbreak, grief, misery. As much as he takes action on severing his bond with Naruto, when confronted with the idea, he couldn't handle it to the point that he doesn't want to record the memory of Naruto dying with his Sharingan. He knows how far he'd fall and he could never recover from it--he'd end up powerful enough to conquer all but like how Naruto finds irrelevance in a world without him, he'd spend the rest of his days with a resounding emptiness filled with hollow excuses until it runs out and he'd go mad. Perhaps destroy the world because his one and only died in his hands long ago and nothing else matters, be reckless and die in the process.

And both of them are aware of all of this because they were able to see each other's hearts. They would not function without the other. They're connected by wretched fate but their bond goes beyond the organized shinobi system that enabled their burdens and justified their twisted circumstances. At the end of the day, that bond led them to understand one another and they hope it would influence the same system that failed them in ways more than one.

[kentuckycaverats]

edinburgh chronicle update!! in which del bleeds sunlight and the coterie takes on petaniqua

tw: self-harm

it's the coterie (del, mitra, sami, bene) + tara (del's fiance) + justicar lucinde and a couple other allies vs. petaniqua and four (4) black spiral dancers. we're in petaniqua's domain, deep belowground in some old mining tunnels. lucinde's on petaniqua, everyone else on the BSDs, and del's covering tara while she finishes a ritual to destroy petaniqua's last remaining font of power

petaniqua evades lucinde by setting her aflame, drops a knife at del's feet, and does some baali shit to command del to carve her fae True Name into her own flesh. she outrolls del, who watches in horror as her hands move against her will to begin carving aelsidhe (her estranged fae soul)'s name into her forearm. she can't take any other actions until this is finished

mitra uses horrid reality (chimerstry) to craft an illusion that everyone can see but is only materially real to petaniqua: where del's vitae flows from her wounds it spills not as blood, but sunlight. and petaniqua burns

del finishes her carving and, free to act of her own volition again, amputates that arm at the elbow and kicks the discarded limb into the flames so petaniqua can't have it

the rest of the coterie and allies take out the BSDs and sami creates an opening for lucinde to grapple petaniqua. del gets a scorpionated blood (blood sorcery) + sunlight illusion double whammy in on petaniqua. we need to stake her but she's ritually protected against staking. hm. good thing mitra's got horrid reality <3 his illusion isnt a real stake, but it's real to petaniqua, and that's all it takes. he stakes her, she's paralyzed, and del gets to give petaniqua her final message:

before we send you off to whatever tar pit a slug like you spends the rest of eternity rotting in, just wanna make sure you know that the moment this became inevitable was the night you let your stupid fucking dog murder my sister. all your thousands of years haunting this miserable earth, and for what? to be brought down by a handful of neonates for one mortal teenager. fuck you.

lucinde hands her an arcane dagger enchanted for just this purpose, and del plunges it through petaniqua's eye and into her brain. she screams and shrieks and thrashes as del make scrambled eggs of her brain, then dissolves into a mountain of ash

it's over. after 27 years, it's over.

except it isn't.

petaniqua didn't need to see del's true name. it was the knife she made del use to carve it. petaniqua's master, the demon foebok, wyrm of fear, has it. and with it he now knows where to find aelsidhe

countdown to the final battle begins.

[stormyoceans]

OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. OH MY GOD. FUCKING SHIT JESUS FUCK OH MY FUCKING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. GOD IN HEAVEN. HOLY FUCK ING SHIT

[psalacanthea]

If you've never played Shadow of Memories/ Shadows of Destiny, you genuinely, genuinely should. It has been my favorite game for like 20 years.

[wizardnuke]

miss the early days of my tma listen when i was conspiracy theorizing and genuinely freaking out about michael distortion appearances. michael went craazy he is SO scary to me

[lunearobservatory]

Wearing your boyfriend's hat vs. putting your boyfriend's name on your shirt 🥰

[speremint]

Did you have an otp when you were first into TF2 and has it stayed the same?

My OTP when I was first into tf2 was Science Party (Engie/Medic) and it’s definitely still the same!! It’s still unfortunately one of the more obscure ships; if I had more time I’d definitely be drawing them more, but alas, my editor already has a gun pointed at me for how long BnR is taking to come back LMFAO