#uh i need to tag all of them

[anemonet]

pro tip: you can always put the bugs in little outfits :thumbsup:

[cozylittleartblog]

9th annual nick valentines day (ft. soup again) + doodle i made last year that i forgot about, from when bethesda gave us that free update

[luckyashes-art]

Hi :3 wxs monster au doodles for u

HEELPAKDKAKFJKS THE SILLIEST GUYS EVER AHHRBSBD

THESE ARE AWESOME TYSM 😭😭😭💖💖💖

[castlenjoyer]

um. here he is . my guy . obsessed with him

[muchmossymess]

Ling!!!

[kitamars]

listen. hijikata has TWO HANDS

[teehee-vibes]

HELLO CATTLEPUNK NATION, IVE BEEN REJUVENATED… I MADE NEW DESIGNS FOR THEM (mostly cuz Ichabod’s was sauceless, god bless)

[pup-pee]

im still not over that issue

NOT THAT I DREW THEM FROM THAT ISSUE BUT LIKE LIKE >???????????????

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[lovesickeros]

☆ from gold, i am undone

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, implied self harm, implied suicide attempts {☆} word count 0.9k

You weren't meant to be here.

You can feel it in the marrow of your bones– it weighs you down like heavy shackles, gold bleeding from your pores until it is all you know. The taste of ichor on your tongue, the warmth of its invasion beneath your skin, that gleam of gold that lingers in the color of your eyes like specks of dust.

You are changed, and you are whole.

But you are so unbearably broken.

A shattered piece of porcelain hastily put back together with gold to fill the cracks.

Decoration, in the end, for you are not fit to walk as "mortals" do. This gold had filled every empty crevice of your body, spilled the red into your frantic hands and made you bleed so it's callous gold could make room inside your body. It has taken from you many things, given many more, but you scratch and bite and tear until it drips onto the floor and even then it never leaves. It stains the floor no matter how hard you scrub– a permanent reminder of the sickening gold that molds you into something that used to look like you– that does look like you. Desecrated, yet so horribly divine.

All you see is a monster.

Something new, something old.

A hollowed out shell, wounds left to rot and fester until you suited the image of the Creator they bore upon statues and murals, the Creator worshiped in prayers spoken in hushed whispers and joyous chants praising your magnificence.

But what magnificence is there in detachment? What joy is there to be found in carving a God out of a human? They kneel like lambs before the shepherd, but the flock has made you– and you want to unmake them. Unweave the tapestry of their being stitch by stitch until it all falls apart and the world knows the cost of casting molten gold into the shape of a human, knows the price that has been left unpaid.

You want to take it from them. Watch them squabble and pray, blind sheep stepping into the wolf's open maw– to tear the seams of their being until the world is unwound by your heavy hands.

But you know it will not satisfy you.

Nothing does anymore.

You are no wolf. Only the shepherd who guides.

And with every drop of blood spilled, they ripped the humanity from your very bones until your body was the cast in which they made something anew– something gold, something horrific. A monster as much a God, a beast as much a man.

There is nothing left but absolute authority.

You try again and again to mend this act of desecration, to peel back the outer shell and rend the gold from your marrow– but your body cannot, will not, die. It mends itself back into place no matter how damaged, and all you feel is the uncomfortable tug of your body forcing itself to live. You cannot die, but were you ever truly alive at all?

Yet with every cycle, you know only one constant besides the thrum of golden ichor in your veins– cold.

Ice that burns, ice that spreads and festers and devours. Claws that pull you apart until the gold runs thick, teeth that burrow into your bones and rip it out from the source..eyes that witness the fall of a God with reverence– hungering, all consuming reverence.

You welcome it.

It is the first time you felt pain since you were cast into an image of a being you were not meant to be. The sting of cold upon your skin makes you shiver, your body tries to reject it, but you want to welcome it– for a brief moment that lasts only as long as it takes for you to blink, you see the glint of something familiar in the reflection of her empty eyes. Something achingly, horribly familiar– something human, all the more terrifying for it.

Even when Teyvat itself crumples like paper beneath the weight of her sins – of this desecration anew, this wretched heresy – you allow her hands to do it again. You grasp her hands in yours like chains, willing her to shackle you, willing her to pull you apart and make you whole again. To break you until the gold cannot put you back together again.

You long, each time, for those eyes like spears that lodge into your skin– burrow deep and sting deeper, making gold flow like water. You long for the biting tongue, the cutting words and those teeth like weapons– long to see the spite and anger and impure disgust aimed at the woman of silver who leads you down a hall that ends only in damnation. You follow each time like the lamb led astray by the wolf, but you do not wail in betrayal when she sinks her teeth into your throat and devours you whole.

For is it a sin if you welcome it? Has their God sinned, in the eyes of the flock, for welcoming such heresy with open arms? For allowing the wolf into their home?

Is it a sin to be broken beneath the only hands that have loved you?

Is it a sin to want to love, too, those hands and teeth stained in gold?

Then you shall be damned, you swear it. Damned, but gold no more.

For death is the closest you have ever felt to being human.

[cable-salamdr]

When I say I want Lloyd to be a parent I mean that in the same sense that he never had a very stable parental figure— Everyone kept leaving and leaving Lloyd to figure stuff out on his own, the closest he’s had to a good parent may honestly have been Kai in s5, and even then they were separated for long periods of time. Every adult around Lloyd always had their own issues and realistically could never help with his.

Once I said as a joke that Lloyd was raised by only siblings and how that would impact his own ability to parent but I also meant that for real. Even if the oldest sibling is in charge that still doesn’t substitute for a parent, the relationship will always be different.

And Lloyd having no proper parental figure to show him how to act or handle a bunch of kids? He didn’t even have a childhood of his own, really, constantly put in charge of the world and of others, so how could he be expected not to continually ruin the childhood of these two? He doesn’t want that for those younger than him and who he now has to take care of but there is literally nothing else he knows. There is only so many times he can tell Arin to keep going before it gets too much and he has to tell this kid that Maybe It Just Wasn’t Meant To Be, meanwhile the other one, Sora, is following his footsteps almost perfectly— also bad, because by god he wants these children to be happy in their lives, but what can one do against Destiny at this point?

I want Lloyd to be wholly unprepared while being able to exactly tell where all of this is going, yet thoroughly convinced that there’s nothing he can do about it. Because he can’t. The only thing he can do it try and try and pray to his grandfather that these two kids in the family line will for once not be Destiny’s favorite, knowing it’s already too late.

[castlenjoyer]

um . other guy 😋😋😋 the silly

[starscreamingg]

Detroit Become Human and why does this game decide that the problem in society is individual people treating androids poorly because those androids are choking them out of the workforce and NOT the corporations and governments who deliberately designed the androids to do this

[stevens-pastrami-sandwich]

screenshot redraw YIPPEE 🐁🐁

We NEEDED to see more of the monkey sidekick having duo 💔 It's okay though, im not angry about this. *my nails dig into my fists*

[dizzybizz]

day 4 is reach and naturally my brain reached for an arkco moment...

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...