#yk how gods are

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

the kitsune fic is singlehandedly restoring my faith in my own writing btw 🙏🙏 everyone say thank you to geto and his fatal flaw of mistaking worship for love

[gatoburr0]

Hehe hiii samurai shiver Hii um!!

Also yes I designed the tattoos from scratch and I still gotta do the one on her back 😪

[demonicfarmer69]

dealing with fierce corpses is infinitely easier than dealing with his nephews when they are upset

[radioactive-mouse]

i keep thinking about like. how the brutality levels vary between seasons and how secret life is the natural culmination of everything these people have been through and the watchers pushing everything to extremes. i’m going to try to articulate how crazy this makes me

3rd Life: god. 3rd life was a clear cut war. we haven’t seen a season since where nearly everyone has such an intense devotion to their chosen faction. the fact that there’s no precedent that they’re coming back next season, the fact that as far as they know, dying means staying dead, makes just how much they’re willing to go down with the ship that much more heartbreaking. grian ended the season exactly how it was played by damn near everyone else— i love you, i would do anything for you, i would rather die than keep going without you. the season of widows.

Last Life: and then they come back. and then ending things isn’t an option. and all of a sudden it’s not a war, it’s a death match, and damn is the competition is vicious. deaths are more often than not a vague, impersonal thing— not get away from my king, my husband, my charge— just the flash of a knife and a quick sorry, just playing the game! if 3rd life told you to hold the ones you love close, defend them to your last breath, last life urges you to burn that love out of your chest entirely.

Double Life: but everything slows down eventually. no more dying for the one you love— just learning to live with them. double life is about knowing that when you die, you will go together, hand and hand into the dark. a soap opera, the players joke. a small kindness, the universe replies. again, pearl wins the same way everyone else lost— no, not yet, please, just give us a little longer together, i’m not ready, i’m so sorry—

Limited Life: but the clock, unyielding, ticks ever onward. and god, everyone is starting to feel it. that sick, nauseating feeling of dread creeping up on them: what if it never ends? what if this is it, this is all that’s left for us— tearing each other apart over and over and over again, and for what? for a show? to feed those hungry things lurking in the dark? we’ll give them a show. bombs rain from the sky, the world shaking under the weight of it. there isn’t a thing left by the end that’s not rubble. we’re all doomed! the players cry, laughing with nothing but nihilistic, unrestrained joy. none of it matters! we come back again, and again, and again, have a little fun with it! light the fuse, collateral be damned. when death means so little, what’s the point in pretending they don’t take a little joy in it? we settle this like grian and scar before us, scott jokes, armor and weapons tossed to the side. are you insane? martyn thinks, remembering the hollow look that would wash over grian’s face when he thought no one was watching. it ruined him. it will not ruin me. this is a death match for a reason.

Secret Life: and here it is. the natural conclusion. this season is candy colored, the map dotted with cute pink houses and silly builds, the players all running around doing these ridiculous tasks. it’s so easy to forget how bloody this season was. unclosing wounds, bruises that don’t fade, the sting of fire or falling from a simple misstep. the hurt never goes away, but it gets easier to ignore— distract yourself with something silly to pass the time: spyglasses and frogs and the ugliest house you’ve ever seen and matching leather jackets and the doghouse and the relationSHIP and a weird tunnel full of doors and secret soulmates and god it’s almost, almost, enough to forget how much it all aches, how much the grief weighs on you, how many times someone you love has died, sometimes to your own blade. almost none of the grudges you hold are real by now, not really. not when you’re going to live and die with these people for as long as the hungry, many-eyed things delight in your suffering. you love each other, in the strangest way— sure you’ve all killed and betrayed each other in a thousand different ways, but at the end of the day, they’re all you have. clinging to each other in the face of the vast, unknowable horrors that drive you to slash each other to pieces. it’s still a game, after all. they’ve gotta figure out how to be good sports about it eventually.

[hildegardladyofbones]

One of the best things about Disco Elysium by far is that it does not fear ugly women. The world is full of ugly men, but ugly women are so hard to come by.

[sincerlyus]

Nerd talk!! :P

Based on this:

I really like the idea of Dipper asking a billion questions about their adventures, and one day they just they talk and talk about their time together in college and GF. He'll get to know how dumb and silly they were.

[just-null]

HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)

I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF

Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)

[little aftermath under the cut]

they're so annoying. peace is nonexistent... they're the best ever.

[lesbiianboyfriend]

psa hating monotheistic religions as a polytheist isnt cute. ur just as bad as those people you hate in said religion. its not tolerance, its acceptance we need. make it start with you.

[not-your-bro]

you know the terror's characters are based on real people because otherwise no one in their right mind would write a serious conversation between two characters named sir john, in which they discuss the fate of a third character, also named sir john

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

there is something so so so Appealing about angry/irritated Barnaby. it scratches an itch in my brain. somethin somethin comic relief characters getting to break their mold and be outwardly unhappy

[cometblaster2070]

i'm actually kind of in love with this because everything about it is so perfect??

the way hunter's picking up ashlynn and the way she's just swinging her legs and throwing her arms out, i love it sm, she looks so cute.

apple and raven are looking like an old married couple like always. and what's funnier is that dexter, raven's actual love interest, is standing right there, but atp, apple's got a monopoly on raven so dexter's demoted to standing awkwardly by raven's side.

briar and cedar are over here looking great as always.

BUT THE BEST PART

IS THAT CERISE IS SO FUCKING TALL

SHE'S LITERALLY RESTING HER ELBOW ON DEXTER.

cerise for the fucking win yk.

[pup-pee]

he is the dirt under my fingernails

[todayisafridaynight]

[shen-mu]

just had a lil dream about Fit being an absolutely mess with Ramon because he has no parenting skills at all and then here's Pac. Badass looking Pac who fell in love with the little boy and maybe his father too (is he even his true dad? he doesn't know) their journey is a little strange as they try to figure out how to raise a baby together and their relationship in general but in the end of the day they're consider each other as a family

[starvinginbelair]

"Luke's mom was my math teacher, which is crazy. I met her when I was 14, and she goes, 'No, you can keep drumming on tables in math class, that's fine. I understand how it is, my son's a musician.' Little did I know that was Luke. Which is pretty crazy, like the syncronicity that was already happening, the alignment between just us as people, in the band, was already happening long before we even met."

— ashton irwin on the band's upbringing on artist friendly

[jerreeeeeee]

i don’t know if i’m ever gonna write the fic but i’ve been thinking abt like. the eternal stockade. the implications. lup, a lich who was trapped in a dark featureless cell for a decade completely isolated with nothing to keep her sanity but her own mind. she has to put people in the eternal stockade. how many liches does she see herself in. how many liches started out just like her. how many liches are truly too far gone. and the only liches we ever see other than her and barry are edward and lydia. they’re certainly evil, but mad? they seem pretty sane. they’re not, like, tattered echoes of souls, they’re definitely still people. even as much of a grudge as lup surely has against them, wouldn’t they remind her incredibly strongly of herself? do they deserve to be trapped just like she was? for eternity? isn’t eternity what turned john to existential despair in the first place?