#zero hoarding.

[birdmenmanga]

vege guy is so funny though. when we went to the capital to stay at his mom's place he was like "it's like. it's like a nice place. like. maybe. a little bit... bourgeois... ummm (staring at me with big wet eyes) are you going 2 break up with me..."

[strongtowerluxuryapartments]

figueroth and sandra lynn faeth; daughter and mother // dimension 20: fantasy high

fantasy high: junior year - a very merry moonar yulenear // lady bird, 2017 // ijeoma umebinyuo - questions for ada // alexuma // wych elm - susan smith // joan tierney - the elektra complex // fantasy high: sophomore year - hellbound // imma_slytherin - fig the unfaithable and the summer sads // nora kasten // honeytuesday // fantasy high: junior year - untapped rage // ethel cain - family tree (intro) // lynn emanuel - single girl. one room flat.

[thegnomelord]

speaking of a cod apocalypse (i think actually idk i just skimmed over my tl) thoughts on the boys becoming some sort of fucked up mutated creatures?

like they're soldiers, right? and assuming the government sends them out to deal with whatever apocalyptic shit there is, surely one of them makes a stupid mistake that'll cost them their lives. fast forward to them succumbing to whatever radioactive shit decided to live in their bodies, and they're dead but alive? and like... just grotesque things. they're still them, just more brutal and monstrous. maybe their skin is melting off, maybe they're growing another limb or two, maybe they have teeth growing on their head.

anyways, thoughts on this kind of genre???? :))))

(i think itd be cool if like.... some of them merged together, just a mass of limbs and skin :33)

Okay, consider: Horizon zero dawn world, full of killer machines and tribes n shit, combined with the virus from the Prototype (that and darksiders are my fav games of all time tbh) also body horror, specifically the blend of machine and flesh bh, is my favorite shit :Dd this is a rough idea

So like as killer machines were sweeping across the planet, devouring everything in sight and replicating, a disease was created that, it was hoped, would be able to infect and eat away at the metal. But it fails, the virus ends up infecting the soldiers that are fighting against the machines and just, combining the human and machine.

The world eventually goes so far to shit that everything on the planet dies. The war machines become deactivated and some of the machine/human mutants are sealed away in bunkers to be used as experiments.

And just like, the 141 becoming a blend of steel and flesh in the grotesque approximation of what they used to be, able to strip away parts of other machines and graft them to their own forms.

Gaz was the first, fighting on the front lines back when he had foolishly believed the killer robots could be defeated. He had gotten separated when he got infected, the fear secondary only to the pain as his flesh literally melted into the corruptors, bone and muscle becoming tangled in gears and wires until all he could feel were his numerous stilt like legs now scrambled to gain purchase on the blood soaked ground . Turned into some weird metal scorpion bellow the waist, weaponry weighing on his back and coolant full wires snaking across his body, Kyle had passed out from the pain, his body further changing in his slumber to grow skin and eyes over the raw metal.

He woke up deep underground in a bunker, turned into a science experiment.

Price was next. He was a soldier turned scientist, working on a subfunction of the teraforming AI that would work to clear the world of the virus that had unleashed. He was the soft voice of comfort Kyle would listen to when they pricked and prodded him, the person Kyle spilled his heart out time and time again.

It came as little surprise when Price became infected. He had started to feel lethargic and sick for the few days, all of it going unnoticed as no one knew how the virus affected humans. That was until he came in contact with a Plowhorn, that changed him into a bulwark of flesh and metal, a living tank with a heavy crest of horns sitting on his head and thick metal plates to protect him.

Price and Kyle kept each other from going insane, figuring out the worst part of the virus — they had become immortal like the machines, but still felt pain like people, pain muddling their brains when pistons and gears would grind against flesh again and again until it regrew in a different way.

They were finally freed when the people experimenting on them died and the AI released the locks of the doors. They emerged hell knows how many years later, taking the first steps into a reborn world that was still crying in it's cradle.

Soap was amongst the first humans to emerge from the mechanical cradle, thrust into a wild and untamed world full of strange machines, with no tools but his hands. While out trying to scavange some of the metal from downed glinthawks he was attacked by Scrappers, ending up infected with the virus that had been slumbering in the earth. Soap became like the sphinx, glinthawk wings attaching to his back with wires, talons merging with skin and pushing out bone, the body of the scraper combining with his own until he was unable to stand on two legs, forced to crawl on all fours and screech in pain through distorted vocal chords until Price and Gaz found him. They took care of him until he was used to his body enough to soar through the air about as well as he could run across the earth.

Simon was the last, born to a tribe that valued strength and worshipped the machines above all. And Simon is the only one who's convergence to steel has any semblence of thought or preparation. He had spent years hunting Fireclaws, tearing off the intact pieces and pistons after every hunt until the shamans of his tribe deemed him ready to become one of the metal gods. The change was slow and painful, bones melting and hardening around new metal, body getting bigger and flesh stretching to fit the new frame, heavy claws weighing on his muscular arms until Simon had become Ghost.

It wasn't what he expected. What he had done in an attempt to fit in amongst his kin served to further push him away as his tribe worshipped him as one of the machine gods, erasing his name as Simon. It was a relief when he met the others, finding comfort in their disfigured and grotesque bodies that looked so similar like his own.

And then you meet them.

Maybe you're a foolish mercenary that stumbled too far into the wild, maybe you're one of the subfunctions of the original teraforming AI that gained sentience. Either way, you didn't fear them, you tried to talk to them, to get to know them even when every societal law of your tribe deemed them as monsters and demons.

And on one random evening, when they had all settled into a rough cuddle pile, scarred flesh over sharp metal creating enough of a cushion for you to sleep in the middle of them all — safe and warm... It occured to them: you are nice, you are kind, and they want to to stay by their side.

[ask-heldrake-chan]

what is your favorite thing in your horde?

"This little guy. Found him stuck on my wing-blades after a fight with the blue ones. Asked the Warpsmith to patch him back up. Love his energy, very murderous!"

(art by @rowscara)

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

I haven't been drawing much lately. I've been speed running a game, but I want to get back into drawing slowly.

[gailynovelry]

I think about how so many resources for dealing with a hoarder house situation online come from a perspective of hatred and frustration for the person(s) perpetuating the hoarder situation in the household, and I think to myself. Would perhaps people have better results by treating the hoarder with a modicum of respect and applying harm reduction strategies to the situation? Like with addiction?

The household we live in teeters in a weird spot where multiple rooms (living room, porch, back room, guest room, upstairs bathroom) are slowly being overtaken with storage boxes.

It's not a filled-to-the-brim hoarding situation yet, but if I'm not actively organizing and cautiously removing items, it came become a really frustrating environment to live in. Blocked closets, hallways you have to squeeze through, stuff like that.

Bu I've been trying to find resources for helping someone out of a hoarding mindset, and so much "advice" approaches the person having the mindset with distaste.

"The problem with hoarders is that they don't think it's a problem!"

That's usually because they see the hoarding as a solution to some other problem, like resource insecurity, or compensating for memory loss via keepsakes. Maybe we should take those fears seriously and help them dismantle it all on their own terms?

[barsikscorner]

Team treasure hunters working for the company… what could possibly go wrong?

[havendance]

(Batman (2011) #33)

I can tell it’s getting close to my bedtime because this panel absolutely cracked me up. It isn’t even that funny, but the giant penny…

[horizonlandscape]

The Grave Hoard

[urhoneycombwitch]

Not the porno anon but

“yeah. I’m here. say my name when you come, baby. make it a good one.” made me think

What if while theyre jerking off together and eddies just rambling and saying stuff, maybe directed at reader, maybe just dirty talking in general and reader starts begging eddie to keep talking and he realises how much hes effecting her and talks her through til she comes, every time she moans, he tries to make each sentence filthier than the last

uhhhhh yeah that’s hot. that’s hot for sure. *making furious notes* mmhm. coming back to this eventually

[prosecutor-skye]

Swim much these days?

……………..*shudder*

…No, I do not. Good day.

[tare-otome]

Grave-Hoard

They did a really great job designing those massive and yet creepy machines. Their skeletal tentacles frozen in time but still seeming to writhe everywhere. An unimaginable sight.

[superfluouskeys]

ohhhhhhh ladies we are getting places this evening!!!! 🥂🥂🥂

[iristial]

Geats: Here's your weekly reminder that we have immense rewatch value, you'll think twice about your initial impressions enough to hear an audible click in your head when you get it, and there's so much to dissect!

Me: Love Ace forever, got it

[magnecalliope]

I have an idea for a hellaverse/supernatural crossover thats been rattling around in my head for weeks now, that would involve I.M.P teaming up with the Winchesters to prevent Armageddon because the world ending would be bad for business. But it also starts with the Winchesters summoning Stolas into a devil's trap after finding the DHORKS footage to interrogate him on his motives. POST Apology Tour so when he secretly calls Blitzø for help he isnt even sure whether he'll show up to rescue him, and its that much more dramatic when I.M.P busts the doors down guns blazing. Following that is when i imagine theyd negotiate I.M.Ps support of Team Freewill. Also in my world that i have created in my mind here the demons of supernatural are all sinner demons who have died and therefore lost their corporeal forms in the living world and therefore have to borrow someone else's--hence possession--but hellborn demons like the imps can phsyically be on earth as themselves without a vessel. Havent figured out how to reconcile the two different versions of hellhounds, but I did decide to just throw supernatural's entire conception of lucifer out so maybe ill toss their hellhounds out with him. Also all of this would take place during spn season 5 because thats when i quit watching so its the only world ending scenario im familiar with and no i dont care about the other ones so DONT even bother telling me.

[ahsokaisawesome]

DAY 2 OF XZERO WEEK PAPERWORK Lover it when fanfics add detail of fanmail to the hunters, honestly whoever is running their PR deserves a raise <3 random kids I designed so imagine your own ideas!