#FUCK. OKAY. ALRIGHT. SHIT.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

experimentin w shit heehee

#fake peppino #arts #mine #horror #eye strain #guh #body horror #a lil tho but i just think thats a more commonly blacklisted tag than 'horror' #spooky month is the only time im like. i guess i should TRY to draw spooky shit #i always feel like my style is too loose and roumnd to convey it in the way i want to #but spooky month is like okay u can fuck around and fuck up and itll still be good. the spirit of spookyness n all that #i love horror so much but it feels so hard to grasp. like what is ACTUALLY scary yknow? #its very easy to say whats not scary but then its also so hard to stop urself from doing the same things lol #to be fair. stories and 'motion' (through the use of comics or animations) are far easier ways to convey things like suspense n stuff #still art is like. well that is an image alright lol #not entirely true tho; theres an artist i dont know the name of that did trailcam images that were photorealistic #and theyre sooooooooo fuckin creepy #like when i get around to doing more fp art i wanna use that and the lighting in it as practice #okay thats it i think; gonna draw furry shit bc i need comms yay yippeeeeeee

[uncanny-tranny]

You know how some clay artists make a little kiln god to protect their pottery? I need to crochet a little yarn god to make sure my projects always have good omens near them because I think I need that 😭😨

#crochet #art #if anybody has ideas for a yarn god PLEASE i think that would be cute #context: using a thin acrylic yarn (oh no) for a new project (fuck) that uses a stitch i'm okay with but not an expert on (SHIT) #and the only way to access the pattern is by video (thankfully the video maker is alright 🙏) #you know how people say that chunky yarn is hard to work with? i'm the opposite #i'm finding this acrylic yarn to be really fussy and i'm not sure i like it as a yarn at ALL #and some people make CLOTHES out of this yarn? i think i fear those people the most in this world #fiber art #holy shit this yarn is also a navy blue and this pattern is classed as intermediate #you know how they say to 'trust the process'? well i'm not trusting the process rn!!!! let me off!!!!!!! 😭😭😭

[front-facing-pokemon]

#bonus?? angle under the cut‚ i guess? no idea what to do here #another one of those pokémon i constantly forget exists. if you asked me what gen this was from i would not be able to fucking tell you #is it even a pure grass-type?? that's what my instinct is. but i'm just fuckin guessing. lemme google it #yeah pure grass. AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS LEVITATE?? #yeah alright. okay. see i didn't know shit about this guy. big mouth?? venus flytrap?? i guess?? name has nothing to do with that. it shoul #carnivine #though it is cool. carnivorous vine

[imminent-danger-came]

OH THANK GOD. OH THANK GOD. SO:DGKHP WEOIGOH TAHK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD> THANK FUCK

#I literally cried #I literally cried reading this news #you all do not even know how today has been for me. oh my god #IT'LL BE OKAY #I am lowkey. Still crying #I have been full of adrenaline for the past *checks watch* 9 hours #anyways #woof #alright. We're all good #Like I can't even care about the animation anymore #I can go lost my shit about the tdp 6x08 clue now #jesus fucking fuck holy fuck fas0gi uqwpe8gasdg #imp tag #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk crew #Jesus c

[butchdykekondraki]

this is So specific but kondraki reminds me of this one fucking customer i had like 2 years ago at my old job who used to fucking come in every single day at 4 in the fucking morning in the same outfit until one day after like 3 weeks he comes in in a different outfit and naturally i was like "? why the sudden change" and he looked me dead in the eyes and went "husband left me." and so because i didnt know how to respond i just went "OH. im. so sorry." and he FUCKING CUT ME OFF to go "no its okay i stole his truck". im not elaborating on that i just think hes the type to steal someones truck for breaking up with him and also wear the same fucking clothes for 3 weeks straight

#[ren] #i like how you can tell when my mania meds where off cause i start saying the most like. insane shit ever. #who thinks like this. like moment of clarity who fucking Talks Like This. #alright. anyway. moment of clarity over. this guy also never fucking tipped me on account of him being the tip. which. okay. slay. i guess. #<- which. really is also soo kondraki. to me.

[whollyjoly]

for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise. 

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone. 

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert. 

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury. 

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

~~

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides. 

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope. 

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat. 

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth. 

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal. 

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin

#happy alton more day! #holy shit im actually posting this...i've been sitting on it for MONTHS #but YEAH its just...the gothic romanticism about the physical embodiment of war and soldiers and the concept of death you know?? #what it means to feel and to live and to connect to those around you when it all feels so fleeting #fleeting not just due to the nature of war but also the nature of immortality #or something #...look i have a lot of thoughts about this story okay #it kills me #its also known in my brain as the “how immortal soldier!alton more made friends” story #because literally thats it thats the plot #OH WAIT did i forget to mention that speirs is also an immortal soldier in this story?? #oh yeah thats the best fucking bit - they met like centuries and centuries ago on the wrong ends of one of the various punic wars #(where speirs was known back then as...wait for it...TERTIUS) #its good goddamn shit okay #also explains why alton is so fucking unflinching towards speirs at any given point and why they were so petty about the photo albums #ANYWAYS if anyone wants to hear more about this!! come stop on by!!! #also yes the title is a reference to the old guard #as is the reference to the siege of jerusalem which is where joe and nicky met #immortal soldier!alton more #alton more #easy company #band of brothers fic #mine #band of brothers #bofb #hbowar #em's moodboards #em writes #jesus christ i guess that's a tag now #alright here we go out into the void

[one-winged-dreams]

Logging out yesterday dealing with the emotional cramping of mom trauma just to log in and have the first post I see on my dashboard be some victimy blamey post about how 'i'm sorry if mother's day is hard for you' posts are inherently oppressive for the poor mothers of the world :'(

#over emphasizing for sarcasm but literally shut the fuck up lmao #'just don't log in on mother's day so you don't have to see posts about mother's day' #okay then in that regard just ignore posts about other people feeling like shit or comforting people who feel like shit? #'moms deserve to have one day to feel good about themselves' #alright then if they're not abusive pieces of shit then they've got nothing to worry about now do they? #congratulations the vent post isn't about you now have fun and mind your own business #if you can vent about being upset about seeing people expressing sympathy to people for being triggered by mother's day #then i can vent about being triggered by mother's day #fuck's sake #vent

[feketeribizli]

weird feeling like im having my art renaissance in a fandom i dont want to be a part of... like ok blew that up get me numbers but also can we keep this in my circle

#sorry for spamming my art!!!!! i love making art!!!!! #and sorry for hsr posting. hope i have my likeminded intellectuals around me #ill be real i dont like hsr im only playing still cause its my chronically offline friends first big game and she likes it a lot #and after three years of yapping about genshin im glad we can finally have convos about stuff 🥰 #since im just saying shit its so funny i always like characters hoyo ends up fucking up 🤢 #*😭 lmaooo like whens luoch getting out of the sex dungeon. you have the otto expy or whatever on your hand and just play house w him. okay #alright next week we will be back to your regular schueduled programming (oc posting) #itll be ficsúrs birthday on wednesday :-) #hazel.txt

[altruistic-meme]

*shaking violently* the reason you feel like shit is probably because your brain wants to be doing something but you are instead using it as a reason to continue not doing things. you have gotten yourself trapped in a terrible cycle that you refuse to take steps to break in the name of self-care and protecting yourself but all you are doing is causing yourself more harm. write a stupid story with no plot and bad characterization. draw a drawing with shaky lines and fuck up while coloring it in. try to figure out how to crochet something and stare in confused horror when the yarn starts pulling because you missed a stitch 3 rows back. failure sucks and it can maybe make you feel bad. but for the love of fuck please try to create something anyway even if it turns out terrible because you will never break free of this feeling if you don't start trying to. and who knows? maybe once you finish your stupid plushie with a sizeable dent in its head from that missed stitch, you will look at it's ugly face and smile because it looks terrible but it exists and it only exists because you made it.

#*DEEP AND AGGRESSIVE BREATHING* DEPRESSION IS A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH AND SHE SUCKS ASS #BUT YOU WILL NOT GET BETTER IF YOU DO NOT TRY TO GET BETTER #AND TRYING CAN SUCK TOO BC YOUR BRAIN IS IN SHUTDOWN AND DOING ANYTHING CAN FEEL LIKE WAY TOO MUCH #BUT AFTER SO LONG OF THAT FEELING YOU HAVE TO COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT THERE IS NOT GOING TO MAGICALLY BE A DAY WHERE YOU FEEL #WELL ENOUGH TO DO SOMETHING #YOU KINDA HAVE TO DO IT EVEN WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE SHIT #OK? OKAY???? #YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT I PROMISE BUT YOU DO HAVE TO PUT IN THE EFFORT TO GET THERE. IT SUCKS. I WISH YOU DIDN'T BUT YOU DO. #SO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK WRITE SOMETHING. DRAW. SEW. COLOR. GLUE. CROCHET. KNIT. FELT. IDK AND IDC JUST MAKE SOMETHING #shh ac

[cowboy-robooty]

MANHWA WHY ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO LETTING THE YAOI BOYS HAVE A SEASON TO BE ESTABLISHED AND EXPLORE THEIR RELATIONSHIP TOGETHER. WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO END ONCE THEYRE TOGETHER OR THEY HAVE TO KEEP GOING BACK N FORTH SO THE MANHWA CAN CONTINUE. JUST FUCKING GIVE ME THAT SLICE OF LIFE SHIT YOU HAVE GOOD CHARACTERS YOU CAN WORK WITH THEM WHEN THEYRE ESTABLISHED I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT

#yet another reason why killer crush rises above the rest #I HATE IT OKAY #LIKE OMIGAWD IF I LIKE A DYNAMIC ENOUGH WHEN THEYRE NOT ESTABLISHED TO READ ABT THEM #I MOST DEFINATELY LIKE THEM ENOUGH TO WANNA SEE THEM ESTABLISHED AND JUST DOING SHIT TOGETHER #FOR A LOT OF SERIES THAT BOTHER TO DO THAT THATS WHEN IT TRUELY PICKS UP FOR ME EVEN #thank you his favorite for becoming established instantly #me when im ngl i only reread third ending from when theyre established onwards #third ending would not have as high of a rating in my head at all if they didnt bother with that shit #TRUST ME OKAY. THE FANS WANT THIS. #placebo san told me that she only fuck with jp yaoi and doesnt trust korean or chinese manhwa... #imma be ngl jp is the most reliable for higher quality and its probs cuz they dont force you to endure 50 chapters of back n forth bullshit #and then end it right when its time to get to the established goodness #im a true yaoi connesiuer though alright dont knock korean and chinese manhwa completely bc theres always gems #my favorite comic ever is 2 comics tied and one is a jp yaoi while other is a korean shoujo

[spiltlove]

lol they’re taking away my case management services even though they said weren’t going to and i’m in the middle of applying for new housing with my cm and she’s helping me with so many other stuff. and i’m literally on the edge like what tf do they expect me to do???

#like thanks!! yeah i’m not self harming rn and i’m not in and out of hospitals #but that doesn’t mean i’m better #bro the only time people ever care abt me and offer help is when it gets to the point where i’m abt to die #i can’t do this on my own #and if i’m stuck in this apartment complex for much longer #i will kms #like okay you say i’m ‘doing better’ and then take away the resources that go me here? #make it make sense #im abt to go off the ledge #i don’t give a fuck anymore #this is the worst fucking month for them to pull that shit #y’all want me to get bad before you give me services #alright #madison shouldn’t talk #personal #SORRY I HAD TO VENT

[rindomness]

BTW I genuinely love that night in the woods does not, in the end, tell you if it was all real or not. It does not even explain whether the goat was real. It gives you mundane explanations - mae's mental health history, gas leaks, the strikes and structural instability in the mines - but also it's juuust legitimately supernatural enough that you end the game going... well. was that all imagined? how much of that was legitimate? the cultists all talk about getting abilities from the pit, and mae's friends are there and are confirming this is actually happening, and I think that was the first time in the game I actually approached the idea that there really was something else going on and it wasn't all just things we the player are experiencing because we're getting it from mae's perspective and mae is a truly intense unreliable narrator.

But: how much does it matter if there's actually an eldritch goat god underneath possum springs, or if it was all just a delusion on mae's behalf, or if it's a gas leak? that isn't the point. that was never the point.

also that maintenance guy is a ghost im 90% sure

#nitw #revisiting this game for. reasons (dndads au) #i have to be sooo careful with nitw bc while i LOVE this particular brand of spooky shit #it also definitely fucked with my brain in less pleasant ways. so. oops #OKAY STORYTIME IF YOU'RE DOWN HERE IN THE TAGS: #the first time i played night in the woods it was entirely on a recommendation from a friend #i went in completely blind. i did not look at the genre tags. i went oh! that's right! my friend likes this game! #i've heard very good things about this game! so i bought it and i started it and i realized VERY quickly it was a Certain #Type Of Game. yknow. so i went ok its gonna be a cutesy game that talks about Real Shit but otherwise is silly and fun. alright. #and then i hit the halfway point and i realized oh. oh this is sort of a horror game. isn't it. it scared the hell outta me #i LOVED it. getting hit with that midpoint scene with the red and the silhouettes and the well and that was when i decided i loved this gam #but anyway yeah can you imagine being slightly obsessed with ghosts and going into night in the woods without a single expectation #and then getting hit with ALL OF THAT? delightful. wonderful. most unnerving game experience ive ever had in my life.

[hecksupremechips]

Man i watched the spongebob movie for the first time in ages the other day and god it’s like the most delightful movie ever made like it’s exactly what you want a movie adaptation of spongebob to be

#the klock keeps ticking #the way spongebob is written in it is like. damn he really was just so good at the time #very cute very funny and ocean man playing during the credits bit liiiiike #as a kid i never watched that part cuz i was a little shit who couldnt appreciate ocean man #but theres just like cute art of spongebob doing maintenance around the krusty krab 2 and hes just SO HAPPY #its the cutest thing in the entire world #and i was so close to just fucking sobbing at the scene where theyre in the gift shop frying under the lamp cuz they realize that this #is shell city and even though they wont survive and be able to get the crown back to bikini bottom #they were able to make it through all the dangers and get there THEY DID ALRIGHT FOR A COUPLE OF GOOFBALLS #but then my dad walked in and ruined the moment completely and i felt rage #oh and how can we forget the david hasselhoff scene literally the best scene ever written in cinema #how many people were turned gay by that scene i wonder #overall i felt so many emotions i am not okay i am so happy i am sobbing

[twig-gy]

throwing this out there for no discernable reason. thoughts?

#one of those posts where i am begging for validation #fun fact: doing this is really hard so if you give me criticism #in any way #i will immediately die #anyway probably not posting fics bc i still feel like i am Wrong At All Times about The Lore #and Characterization #and idk how to write plot #and i hate sharing my writing #well i want to but i am so c #scared #i am just a level 1 goblin i will not give any exp #anyway don’t kill me please #AAAAAAAA reconsdering #feeling productive might fake my death so no one hears about this #okay alright this. is fine #WAIT SHIT FUCK I ADDED MY ADDICTION IN THERE #tw sh #tw self harm #self harm tw #cw sh #cw self harm #self harm cw #is that good #okay this. is fine #sorry y’all i completely forgor #i just add the sh stew into literally anything i write #it is called projection #anyway really sorry if that triggered anyone

[brutal-nemesis]

Yeehaw we gettin tagged by @whump-me​ (tyyyy) and posting 7 snippets from our writing (or wips but i am a wipless bastard atm 🤪) and i have decided to do some Silly Castys Moments (and also some Erebus stuff ig 🙄)

Warning for some gore probably it’s Nemi writing so yk but I’ll try to keep the really bad stuff outta here (there also some armputation and guy going crazy and starving to death over and over you know the drill)

1. Local silly guy does in fact regret it very much

“I don’t really want you, per se, but a certain…friend of yours.” Castys stiffened, and he heard a faint laugh. “I think you know who I’m talking about.”

“I really don’t. I’ve got a lot of friends, you know, and-” something slammed into the metal above him, cutting him off.

“Don’t play dumb with me; you know exactly who I’m talking about, and you’d better tell me where I can find him or I’ll make you regret it.”

“Please, do your worst. I already regret so many damn things so I don’t think another one on the pile will do much to me, to be honest,” Castys mused, wiggling against his bonds slightly.

2. The worst fmk in existence gets you stabbed

“Hey, guys, fuck, marry, kill for rice, pasta, and bread, go. I think for me, I gotta say fuck bread, marry rice, kill pasta. Don’t get me wrong, I love some noodles, some noods, but, like, man. Have you ever just, like, had some bread? Insane. I would fuck bread. I don’t wanna fuck anything, but boy I would fuck the bread. And rice, man, she’s so dependable, she’s always there for you. What I would want in a spouse if I wanted anything in a spouse. This game wasn’t really designed for me, and yet, here I am. So, c’mon, what’s it from you two? You’ve gotta have-Hey, Danny boy, got an opinion you’d like to share?” Castys smiled up at the man now standing in front of him.

Daniel rolled his eyes before putting his asshole face back on. “Just do something useful for once and hold this for me, vermin,” he said with a smile, lifting Castys’s shirt and gently sliding the knife he was holding into his abdomen. Castys just sighed, way too used to being stabbed to really care much about this.

3. Ripping your arm off but it’s a Phineas and Ferb reference (this one is probably the most gory of all the snippets fyi but it’s not too bad)

Sensing his chance, Castys grabbed the manacled wrist of his shredded arm with his good hand, bit down on the gag, and pulled. He couldn’t give up, couldn’t stop, not after enduring this much, he could feel his flesh tearing, sending out sparks of agony unlike anything he’d ever known, and he had to keep pulling, pulling and jerking and tearing and twisting and praying, praying that he could rip it off before he drowned again, which, hey, kind of a weird thing to want, not that he hadn’t had to amputate his own limbs before, but weird that it was happening again, and honestly, this hurt way more than the other times, but wasn’t that always the case-and fuck there was no way he was going to be able to just snap his bones like this, and he needed it to be completely severed, and there was no time, wedge it against the rocks and pull pull pull until there was a snap and a burst of unholy agony, so intense it almost smothered the relief, so fierce it made him forget he was drowning up until the moment his oxygen-starved brain lost consciousness.

4. Lmaoooo bitches trapped in a cell for like 200 years

Every three days. Thirst. Weakness. Dizziness. Death. Was it three days? Is that how long you could last without water? He tried to count, but the numbers got lost in the haze all too easily. There was no way to mark the stone, to keep track outside of his head, the blood wasn’t being washed off him anymore. He had nothing, nothing at all, just here and himself and the unyielding stone. The square of sunlight would move across the cell, the only motion to break the constancy of everything else. It was the same day repeated over and over and over and over and over and it was the same just the same nothing ever changed, ever, ever, it was the same-

Something wasn’t the same. The leather muzzle that had kept him silent for so long had been slowly rotting, and it finally fell off. For a moment he simply stared at it lying there on the ground, broken, dying, fading away. He opened his mouth for the first time in decades. And he screamed, because that thing got to rot away and disappear and he wouldn’t, he would always be here, hungry and thirsty and alone and trapped and alive and it wasn’t fair, not at all, and he screamed because it had been so long since he was able, he cried because it was all he could do.

5. Erebus’s iconic sit down protest ✨ (it does not accomplish anything in the end)

“You are coming with me. As of today you are my property, so you will do as I say. Resistance will only make things more difficult for you. So you will walk, or you will be dragged. Your choice.” Erebus initially felt a bolt of fear shoot through him, but looking down at her scrawny frame, he realized that she likely couldn’t carry out her threat.

Dragged? He’d like to see her try.

Erebus sat down on the ground and looked expectantly up at Neteri, one eyebrow raised. She huffed and narrowed her eyes. Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she tugged on the chain as hard as she could, but it did little more than make him lean forward. She sighed. “Okay, you have a point there.”

6. More Erebus and Neteri shenanigans because she’s right he’s being a drama queen

“You can’t just do that! That’s-you can’t just amputate my arm!”

“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d freak out.”

“Of-of course I’m freaking out! You want to cut off one of my limbs, for Drottkia’s sake!”

“I mean, yeah, but I’m going to give you a new one right away. So at the end of the day you’ll have the same number of arms you started with. It’s honestly not worth getting that worked up about.”

7. New phobia alert!! (warning for centipede on guy)

He felt it, it was on him, dozens of little legs pitter-pattering across his skin, crawling on him. “G-get it off. Neteri, please, please get it off.” It tickled the back of his neck, around the base of the section of skin she’d replaced. “What’s it doing Neteri plea-” she clamped a hand over his mouth, her thumb rubbing against his cheek as he whimpered.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay Erebus. I’m just seeing if it can connect to you, I promise I’ll take it off when I’m done.” Connect to him?! What-what did that mean-oh it had stopped crawling around it was just sitting there it was on his back what was it going to do to him what did connecting mean was it-Erebus felt a momentary pinch at the base of his neck, and suddenly his limbs starting moving, wriggling in the restraints all on their own. Neteri removed her hand from his mouth and looked down at him expectantly, her other hand still gripping his tightly even as his fingers twitched uncontrollably. “Are you doing that?”

“N-no I-I’m not moving I’m not doing that why are they doing that I can’t stop it is it doing that to me make it stop make it let go please-” Tears were streaming from Erebus’s eyes but he didn’t care he just wanted that thing off he wanted it gone he wanted control of his own body back he’d always had that even when he was tied up and strapped down he’d always had that-

And there we go hope that either a fun time on memory lane or at least made you laugh a little

Taggin uhhhh @galaxywhump @yet-another-heathen and @painsandconfusion (mainly because i know you will want to read the Castys content 💕)

#most people be sharing like real nice whump #and here i am with mostly sillies #some whump in there but yk #alright lets see what are my vibes for each thing #first one we got castys being a little silly and sassy i like how that slowly leaves him as the torture goes on in this one :) #writing that FMK was PAINFUL y'all i swear we all appreciate daniel stabbing castys's dumb ass #3rd one i just love that whole thing i'd been wanting to write the mega drowning piece for a while and it just came out real fun (❁´◡`❁) #last castys one at 4 he goes fucking NUTS lmao that whole thing is special to me im really proud of it #there are some descriptions im really proud of but the actual actions that are being implied are. uh. they're bad. so i left them out of thi #one letter too long huh. put an s at the end of that tag ty <333 #okay onto E&T shit look at erebus go sitting down like that's going to do anything. like yes you're a foot taller than her #but also. she is not the only one keeping you captive. idiot boy get fucked #armputation is fun and silly for all ages and he gets a new arm so whatever baby nothing lost!!!! #and lastly the envy demon shenanigans ✨ i just like how much he freaks out it's so festive #gold star if you read all of that and also my tags probably go eat bread or something dawg

[porcelainfreak-zacrucian]

Fucking hell I am going to have A WEEK

#my bff' bd is 29th and i wanna make them a cake myself which means i gotta find all the ingredients on our fucked up little mass market #and then not fuck up the recipe which alright i baked that thing before. ONCE. AND IT ALMOST WAS A DISASTER. #luckily my bff's sister is helping me with that and she's buying the easy to find products so that's nice and appreciated #and i won't have to grate like. seven large carrots all by myself. that would be unfortunate #<- girl who did EXACTLY that last year #i also need to get a boclx for the cake and i wanna decorate it so it isn't just. A Box #and then in the evening me and her sister will go to our mutual friend who's organising all this shit and all three of us are gonna #creepily show up at my bff's window at midnight before her birthday with this cake. we're taking a taxi THANK GOD i hated transporting #a cake through public transport to the other end of the city last time #and then we spend the night at my bff's apartment before going back to oir mutual friend's place spending all day there and potentially ALSO #staying the night and THEN! do you know what happens then? then i go take a PE exam at my uni :) #also before all that i gotta finish some things i have a deadline for at the end of the month. which im supposed to be doing now but #guess what #im typing this instead #because im a whiny bitch okay my social battery is going to be DEAD after this. and i mean completely fucking fried #good luck to me ig #it's all worth it cuz i love my bff #but god am i glad they don't have Tumblr because they aint supposed to know our asses are planning something >:) #cruci shitpost