#you best believe

[charliemwrites]

I kinda hate Lucy already, and I low-key wanna see her try to hit on one of the guys only to be BRUTALLY shut down 😈

:)

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

The way I had to use every ounce of willpower in my soul to keep my face neutral when a patient I just saw told me they’ll be moving to Sweden in two days so no, they will not be making a follow-up appointment in our outpatient clinic. 🇺🇸🚫

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

STONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[astrxlfinale]

❝ you’re plotting something, aren’t you? come on then - out with it. ❞ and from topaz!

Caelus couldn't fault her at all for noticing. In fact, there's an odd comfort in knowing the fact she can keenly pick up on such signs. Being someone who held the position of dealing with debt meant that reading people was pivotal. What toils in the depth of his mind was this said plot, and it'd be due to the many faces he's come across in Penacony. A Land of Dreams that siphons dreamy beauty and lets a living nightmare take root. Decadence, despondency, the fun he's gained from the trailblaze in a new land immediately found itself suffocated.

A lavish lifestyle was no excuse for seeing the scale of misery enacted. Allowing his golden gaze to cross into Topaz's eyes, catching that focus as much as a genuine thread of concern, it left him contemplative. The pain would be easily discerned from that connection alone. A low, weary sigh spills from his lips as the stabilized balance within reality almost feels like an anchor he's thankful for. "You couldn't be more on the Credits. Topaz, I'll be genuine with you, I'm feeling really pissed off right now."

So much so that even on the posh couch they settled upon, a more reserved, VIP sanctified area away from the populace, the rampant energy within was eagerly bouncing against his mortal coil.

A firm hand kept it contained, allowing it to be a smoldering calm as he peered towards the wall ahead. "Should've known the instant a place involving this batshit load of money was the entry requirements alone. Should've told me two things from the start."

Rolling his shoulders against the seating, he'd prop himself up from that dispirited slouch he was in. "For starters. This is a place endlessly looking for resources, but the sort with a little more focus. I've met some people in here-- Ah." There's a pause as he feels a familiar nudge at his leg. Tempting as it was to be lost within this fierce emotion, it'd be the sight of his friends, really seeing them that shift the tide. After all, time with Topaz came paired with another great friend.

"Hey there big shot. I'm gettin' the message loud and clear." Paw and knuckles would meet in a firm sense of camaraderie, a fine reminder that while anger is good, the blinding, seething scarlet brand of it would be a recipe for disaster. Seeing Numby flick their gaze in a sense of contentment as Caelus's calm was more than enough for the Trotter. They'd quickly hop into their 'natural' seat that was squished right between them.

Goddamn. Just how long has it been since he sported a smile like this?

With a sudden breath that exhales the maddening turbulence, he'd resume, snatching his fruit based drink and taking a solid sip of the contents. "And as I was sayin'? The second angle I've noticed is how a hefty price can be a perfect barrier all the same. Keep the upset variables.. In most cases from barring on in, and snapping away any excess to leave them as a milk carton case. Nasty stuff, yeah?"

"Getting a gauge of this dream. What if I told you that it could do with some... renovations. Much as they love to lambast the thought of customer input." There it was, a saccharine gleam of defiance ignited within those eyes. The same brand that faced her once upon a time, wholly willing to let some remote mountain in Belobog be their grounds for a grand showdown.

....

That does remind him. One day he really would love to have a genuine tussle with the Stoneheart. That could wait for a sweeter day.

"'Death' is running around in that dream, and I think might be exactly what I'm lookin' for."

@apocryphis

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

It’s literally Christmas.

someone just asked me why I was already playing Christmas music…

I’ve lost all faith in humanity

[scarletooyoroi]

Strange.

In a moment like now, of all times, weightlessness captures him despite his mind tucked into the folds of rest, a sweet brand of darkness, familiar and kind welcoming him.

What captures the 'strange' in such a moment however is just how aware he is of such a state. Unconsciousness, for all its wonders, didn't normally build such a bridge for him. It would be this very awareness that compels his eyes to open, to welcome sights and scenery that are normally tucked into the deepest pits of legends and the unknown. For when the great, boundless Sky parades above, ivory spires following in their wake, helplessly reaching to that impossible horizon better known as the heavens.

A roaring stir within his heart, the burning ferocity tucked within his memory made manifest, the sensation of flawless brickwork beneath him instantly causes the warrior of flame to jolt up into a sitting position. The emotions that swam within him in this moment couldn't be easily discerned as an idle glance is cast upon the rolling waves of clothes down below..

Up to the intricate towers embellished with gold that radiates power. An endless, horrifying scale of power that finds itself cast free from any chains better known as time.

For someone who found their being within that river that holds calamity and harmony alike, this stillness is truly what gets to him as he rises to his feet. Surrounding him feels less like the tethered unity of the elements and.. a being, a scale of a living lifeform that holds magnitudes above the scale of natural disaster. No matter how much his steps guide him across this network of mysterious constructs, leading him deeper into the abyss of endless blue.

Celestia.

For an odd reason, that voice finds itself echoing within his mind in the form of a sharp hiss. It briefly stuns the Inazuman better known as Thoma, causing his body to instinctively tense..

As if he's entirely aware that this realm garnered some branch of friction with him.

"...Just who's there?"

A question so drenched in humanity, of that latent, boundless curiosity that is at the very fault of wisdom itself.

For an instant he could feel this whole realm tremor with a latent branch of distaste. A sensation so palpable, one that thrives in burrowing into flesh and blood as if material concepts of a toy, it immediately causes the divine flames from his Vision to flare up, a vigil sign of light that sparks rebellion within the heavens.

Within that following moment, hell finds itself wrenching free from the depths of his very utopia. Just trying to peer ahead towards the thin slitted line that crinkles and edges open upon reality itself, more like a gaping mouth that wrenched itself free from a binding, the yawning void within, etched with bloodied darkness, scarlet and black, roars with life as a furious stir of winds begin to shake the surroundings.

Proud towers are sent flying, the ground ahead of him hissing with fissures of dust while the constructs themselves whine in protest, leading to a rush of the ivory bridge being ripped asunder as if it were hot knives through butter.

Thoma decides to advance against this very storm. There.

Solidifying himself with the firm defense of his shieldcraft, the staff of burning purity better known as Homa is drawn into his grip, twisted and held firm as he launches ahead in a broad jump. Even with nothingness above and below, he'd brave the conditions, facing that boundless void that managed to tear into a wider maw, exhaling more of those corrosive winds that damned any and all who bore the fate of Time.

Each firm leap against the flying debris was intention and true, only leading him closer to his foe, a mysterious force that caused his vision to blur, for his eyes to nearly boil within his skull as his perception could only discern so much, the flame forged to protect snarled bravely within his chest, knowing without a single doubt in his mind.. In his Heart of Hearts.

Whatever this veritable Hell was, it had to be stopped.

"If that's your only answer--!" His words began, only to find themselves being stiffly paused as if an invisible force encroached upon him, weighing a hellish burden upon muscle and sinew as everything, including himself comes to a pause leads to the oddest anomaly by far as the unknown being managed to tear itself free from that void, seething in a scale of agonies that could easily induce madness a thousand times over.

Before a single word could be spared, before any glance beyond that streak of ivory hair stirred before his eye sight..

He awakes with a start.

Each breath is pained, heavy and ushering out a thick coat of steam with every exertion. His death grip upon the bedding below had been sparked aflame, that very authority that knew better than to senselessly abide by the natural function to render any and all to ash outside of those who basks within its warmth. Even as tinges of sweat drifted down his now slicked shirt, even bits of that moisture found itself fizzling to more of the smoky shroud.

Questions, there were too many questions that actively ran within his mind. ..For a dream, it certainly felt on a similar scale compared too..

....

"Just what was...?"

[rainchyna]

rita is the real mvp y’all‼️

[clarasoswinsoswald]

the unbreakable connection between me and a song I heard in a fanvid over ten years ago

[violet-raining]

using my special interest for evil (i cannot force myself to practice my instruments unless I'm learning fire emblem themes)

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[datcravat]

SCIENCE BEGETS TRUTH✨

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

so i dont usually go on reddit

but has someone on the dungeon meshi subreddit figured out more detailed recipe amounts of the pan-steamed bread that senshi makes in the orc episode?

once we run low on bread in my household I wanna make some anime-ass bread

[cy-lindric]

His Majesty's little meow meows (from La Dame de Monsoreau)

[starrspice]

Hey @justhoardingreblogs

How does it feel to have the funniest addition to this post???

Some moments from Chapter 1 of Arcade Lights but with no context

[badolmen]

They don’t even attempt to assassinate US politicians anymore. You notice that? Not since the anthrax scare back for… who was it, Barack? And even that… pathetic. This new generation has no respect for an honest hitman. I’m not sure this new generation has any honest hitman - you see that shit with Boeing? Sloppy, fucking disgraceful - you kill the whistleblowers before they get halfway to a lawsuit. What kind of fucking amateur is doing faked suicides the night before testimony? Goddamn greenhorns. Back in my day someone tried to shoot Ronald Reagan in broad daylight. There used to be bomb threats to Congress. I took out a few union leaders in the utilities sector myself. Today’s generation? Won’t even threaten to throw a punch - not even over on that - what’s it now, ‘X’? They got no guts. None! And they don’t even have poor impulse control to boot! Too much of that - that panopticon anxiety bullshit. “Oh what if I get a called out post???” People used to send the president letters full of bioweapons. In the mail! Today’s generation? Not a chance. All because of woke.

[alexcabotgf]

MESSI THE DOG at the 96th Academy Awards (March 10, 2024)