#Well runs dry

[mercymaker]

me, coming to this website every single day: don't look at the like/reblog ratio don't look at the like/reblog ratio don't look at the like/reblog ratio don't look at the like/reblog ratio don't look at the like/reblog ratio don't look at the like/reblog ratio don't look-

#life #like every single fucken time!!! #i scroll through my dash and see gifs or art and stuff #and my hand is just gliding to the notes #it's fucking depressing honestly #and if i do that to my own posts it's fucking over #like i've been trying my best to focus on just making stuff for my own enjoyment and artistic expression #but that well is running dry ngl #people here take so much shit for granted everything is fucking content to be consumed #so many blogs just hoard posts in their likes like a little board in their room where they pin posts #it's exhausting honestly

[comfortless]

God könig and his only worshipper who doesn't try to get him more followers cause she wants all of his attention on her

another strange vaguely Greek/Roman au?! ^^ (also to your other message: no worries!! being too nice would make me lazy!) this prompt is like a reversal of this and i am here for it!

content/warnings: suggestive, König may or may not have killed some guy no big deal..!

It isn’t as if he bestows great blessings upon you or grants your deepest, most guarded wishes…

It’s just that he’s lovely in all forms: the very apex of some marbelesque, masculine statue made flesh. Warm to the touch and so very real and alive that it was difficult to focus on worshiping him proper when your very being sang for him.

He’s probably only some great god of war, Ares, but without the long list of lovers and offspring - only you. There was nothing that he could do to benefit you much, just a humble citizen that had no need of taking up a weapon…

Yet he was so heart achingly beautiful with the docile look in his eyes, the contrast to his stature that bore the look of a proper hunter, you could not keep yourself from returning to him.

All of the other men in the city pale in comparison to the god you pray to, nestled up in the foothills where you make your trek day by day to speak… knowing that nightly he comes to you in dreams with little glimpses of futures or pasts: the things you can not comprehend yet those in Olympus could parse together with such ease.

As his only worshiper, you are never apart for long.

He descends that mountain each time to meet with you in green meadows with the gentlest look in his eyes.

He has no temple in which to pray to… but, you’ve made a temple of your own within yourself all for him. He knows it, knows well when you pray at your feet and he sheepishly orders you to stop that, stand, face him, and he would lend you his mighty weapon any day if you would just ask for him to use it.

Your god deserves and army of men to fight and scramble for his favor, a harem of women to tend to his needs… but the thought alone is enough to leave bitterness on your tongue.

You don’t want to share him, only savor the honeyed words and touches between the two of you, never muddy what is sacred with another’s prayers or offerings.

… Are yours not already enough?

You only find out that they most certainly are the day a suitor begins his arrogant courtship and… within that very hour he is no longer. A stray spear from the pit pierced right through him…? What a strange way to go out. You don’t even think to question it until you find yourself meandering through soft grass for your meeting with König.

He’s a warrior, too, he should know the intricacies of how a weapon that heavy might rise up on the wind just to strike some poor, silly man down before he could even take your hand and lie with you.

You tell him of this odd occurrence whilst you whittle away at a tiny carving of him with a paring knife, König sat just adjacent to you.

First, he tells you that a blade meant for herbs and vegetables is no good for wood. The dull blade is pried from your hands with ease and tossed aside into the foliage surrounding you both. No need for little idols when your god willingly comes down to grace you, anyhow…

Then, he tells you that… it isn’t fair for you to have eyes for any other. Is his presence not enough? Is he not stronger and more capable than any of your puny, mortal men? He could protect you, haul you up to Olympus and make you his bride, give you as many children as you want… Wouldn’t you like that more?

Your stare is so telling, hands shaking as you set the unfinished figure aside, and the words do not come, not when the look he gives you goes from adoring and sweet to near deadly in an instant. It’s the first time he’s offered to bless you with anything but bloodshed in your favor… a peculiar promise of love in return for your selfishness and gifts of milk and honey…

“I do not think I am worthy of that…” The words come tumbling, clumsy and weighty on your tongue. Could he detect the yearning there..? Surely he knew with the way he invaded your dreaming, and even now as his hand finds your shoulder to push you back down into the soft bed of the earth.

“You wish to make yourself worthy, little one..?”

You only nod, once, as your heart finds its way into your throat and your robe is torn away to flutter out with the wind.

#this is so short… apologies! #putting König in these scenarios is so fun but my well is running dry someone spare me a bucket… #^^’ #they fuck or whatever do i need to type it this time.. (shaking like milk)

[sentientsky]

hey do u ever think about how crowley's eyes (a feature he's worked to hide nearly his entire time on earth) were fixated so so so firmly on aziraphale during the final fifteen, to the point where he followed the tiniest of movements, even as tears began to form in his waterline? even as his not-quite-human-heart was splintering in his chest?

CAUSE I DO

how was this permitted to be aired???? knowing full well that angsty queers like me would be sliding down the wall sobbing about it???? (also, if u want to read more about crowley and his eyes, i am once again recommending one of alex's metas: x)

anyway! full gif below the cut!

yippee!

#good fucking night i am EXHAUSTED #see u all in the morning hehe #sorry if this is incoherent btw i am running on FUMES. zero energy. eyes are bleary. mouth is dry. ears are ringing etc. :) #i threw these silly lil gifs together in a free gif program in like. 2 seconds. so i apologize for the shit quality lol #good omens #crowley #also go look at alex's gifs as well! they're rly rly good! lovely colour grading and very crisp! far better than what i can accomplish #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #aziraphale #go2 #good omens season 2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #gomens #gomens 2 #final fifteen #no nightingales #david tennant #michael sheen #goodomensgifs #my gifs #goodomensedit #ineffable divorce

[bixels]

Looking for good romance fics on fimfiction is such a mental endurance task because most of them will be stuff you're not interested in, a good number will be child x adult crap (usually Spike), and then a handful is maybe the worst, most abhorrent and disgusting premise you've ever heard of and they'll have, like, 400 likes. And I'll think to myself, hm. Maybe I don't wanna associate myself with this fandom.

#delete later #personal #not art #feel free to reply to this post w romance fics you enjoyed but i'm a real stickler for good grammar #the well is running dry i fear... #i'm a sucker for crackships lol. i read a good spitfire x twilight and spitfire x nurse redheart fic a while ago #i recently read a really good lightning dust x coco pommel one too #some of y'all can really write on this site! just wish it wasn't so few and far #is it so much to fucking ask for a single celestia ship fic that isn't celestia x twilight #girls celestia met twilight when she was a child. she was her fucking school teacher #that's the most grooming you could possibly get

[unknownteapot]

the only dm i've ever sent anyone on the smosh cast was this morning, and it was to angela:

#i have no regrets #send well wishes to my left airpod <3 #hope it recovers soon #i cant explain how embarassed i was to then run with my dripping hand full of coffee foam and an airpod to the bathroom and attempt to dry #it with paper towels #anyway hope your day's going well #angela giarratana #smosh #smosh angela #smosh cast #smosh meme #smosh dms

[queenlucythevaliant]

So often in myth there's a quest to find the Water of Life hidden away in some obscure Fountain of Youth or Tuck Everlasting-style pool. And it'll be this closely guarded secret that only a few people ever know about: a finite resource.

But what's so beautiful is that in Narnia, there's a whole ocean of it. The Water of Life is boundless and infinite. It's all you can see in every direction. You are literally floating in it.

#i say it fits the mythological Water of Life archetype bc the old men begin to grow younger #a sea of grace #and it tastes like light #living water #fresh water #not salt #not from a well #pure drinkable water and it changes you and there's an /ocean/ of it #it will never run dry #i could wax poetic about the sweet water in narnia forever #and the connection with living water #ahhhhhhhhhhhh #Narnia #into light #pontifications and creations

[ohno-the-sun]

Blah more back burner stuff cause I haven’t had time to draw this week

Had an idea for a Luca type au where like they are mermaids but can look human on land and blah blah blah

Self indulgence abound

Lol supposed to go along with these

Merm designs

Baby sun

the fic (don't read the tags if you don't want spoilers)

#sundrop #moondrop #mermaid au #also don’t mind the character in one of them #hiding the plot in the tags so no one reads it #met initially when they were younger #were good friends but one day sun got too dry and became human #moon freaked out and thought the human may be the cause #went to eclipse for advice and eclipse was all “oh ye it’s defo the human that caused this #also if u continue hanging out with them more bad stuff is gonna happen to u guys trust me #eclipse just has his own baggage regarding humans #but basically that scares moon so much he decides it would be better to no longer be friends with the human #makes a kinda stupid decision to wipe the #memories of both sun and the human #he was just a kid tho so ya gotta give him a break #now tho moon is super isolated and feels bad awww #he also figures out he also gained the ability to turn human as well #while having a crisis and not knowing what to do he runs into Monty #who is just a human in this universe #and like idk they actually get along really well and Monty is a good distraction for moon and also has a good straightforward mindset #all the while Monty doesn’t know that moon is not human #moon considers telling him but chickens out #eventually Monty has to move away due to his parents getting a new job #years later both the human they befriended and Monty return to the fishing town now adults #Bright now has a fear of the ocean due to the memory wipe and decided to move back by recommendation by their therapist #exposure therapy #Monty gets caught up in a group of people who want to kill the sea monsters that have been destroying fishing boats and eating people #bright notices new developments in the town like a hotel and oil rig. also the ocean seems a lot dirtier than it used to be… #anyway I’ve reached tag limit I’ll write the rest prob never but I’ll say later to try and motivate myself #Luca au

[internetskiff]

These two would so get along though. does anyone else see it??

I mean. Think about it. Please just hear me out: - Both share a passion for manufacturing and dubious experimentation. - Both are VERY passionate when it comes to their field of work. Granted GLaDOS would probably find card games beneath her. She doesn't strike me as the type to play games to pass the time but I feel like she'd share P03's interest when it comes to robot production. - Shared hatred towards plants and other organic matter. - Both suffer from being far too reliant on humans (and they're both very bad at hiding it). - Both got torn out of their own bodies by their weird ex and had to spend an extremely long amount of time in a limited, reduced form. - Both got killed by their weird ex. - Very similar attitude towards others. Everyone but them is expendable and frankly idiotic. - Both very queer in a very peculiar way. i feel like it'd maybe start out as hostility but then they're like "Oh you got killed twice by the filthiest person on planet earth too?" and it snowballs into them being chill with eachother. There's probably a lot more other sassy sarcastic AIs you could clump into this crackhead multifandom robot friend circle but my head is a swirling emptiness at the moment so

#inscryption #p03 #portal #portal 2 #GLaDOS #rambling #wish I could say this is a result of sleep deprivation #but this post has been in my head the whole day #they're so hilariously alike i can't be the only one who sees this #anyways i promise i'll start posting shit that isn't stupid very soon i have something in the oven as we speak it's just going very slowly #creative well running dry lately oops #what do you call this anyways. It's not a crackship because P03 is/was into men and GLaDOS is into women. #crack-friendship??

[theonewhowails]

in my head this is how Divine Inspiration works

#cotl #my art #cotl lamb #cotl the one who waits #UGH i miss computer i miss being able to easily edit things😭 #if you work with traditional mediums and want to make a comic with black speech bubbles and red text #my first and best piece of advice is: dont #my second piece of advice is #rather than try and do the red text first and then colour black in around it #colour in the whole speech bubble black #then use a paint marker/pen on top. i have a white paint marker so i let it dry and then coloured on top of that with red #do not recommend #anyways. i dont really think narinder would say 'lol idk' HOWEVER the image is funy to me #and also i definitely dont think he gives a shit about how these things affect mortals #i however. initially thought that 'demon possesses ur follower to accompany you into battle' would mean something like #like. they fight and can get KILLED. and run at anything that can aggro like a fucking diablo companion #so i avoided it my whole first playthrough and suffered a lot for it #i got stuck on kallamar and got really stressed about how my followers were dying faster than i could acquire new ones #and also now that i had a full set of doctrines i really regretted some of my choices bc they didnt pair up so well #so i started a new game and decided to be evil #and thats how i ended up fully filling out the folower forms! :]

[mypepemateosus]

#'One does not know the value of water until the well runs dry'.... (Graciele Martín)

[lovepollution]

Luke Kirby as Dr. Nathan Gamelli in Dr. Death season 2 episode 4 'Tarantela Telaraña'

#luke kirby #dr. death #dr. death season 2 #dr. nathan gamelli #nate gamelli #he's such a poor little meow meow #i'll stop making dr. death gifs when i've run the content well and truly dry goddammit! #mine #dd gifsets

[tricorderreading]

Star Trek 8: The Enemy Within (en)

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#star trek #books #the original series #tos #spock #kirk #exerpt #spirk #star trek tos #episode novelization #the enemy within #among us #i guess??? #i was going to queue this but might as well just do a second post for the day #make up for me letting the queue run dry

[moonsidesong]

the rapid progression of the digital circus fandom is so interesting to watch unfold. like. i dont think its popularity is undeserved?? like i didnt personally think it was that funny, but its really well made and i liked all the characters and the presentation was cool. i can see why it went viral. but even when it comes to viral sensation-type fandoms i dont think ive ever seen Swap AUs and "who broke it" animatics showing up on my timeline when the media itself hasnt even been out for two full weeks yet

#like i mean. no shade here! as long as people are being nice and having fun im not gonna like. #tell people they're enjoying media wrong for wanting to make silly fanart of the show they like #its just so interesting. ive never seen a fandom move this fast before. normally this stuff comes after the well of content runs dry-- #--and fans start getting bored. yknow what i mean???? its just. kind of fascinating. #bri talks #i dont think the show is an industry plant or whatever i really do think this just happened out of freak viral chance #its just so strange watching it happen

[dittolicous]

whats this, more raging stealth black?! gasp!

(1- 2 - 3 - 4)

judge, in an attempt to ensure sanji does 'fall back into bad habits', messed with Sanji's ability to taste food, has him banned from being anywhere close to the kitchens, and even has forced 124ji to refrain from making comments about the food for the foreseeable future. they dont want to risk triggering anything too soon after his 'recovery'

of course, while in the infirmary, sanji just figured he was getting standard grade mild hospital food so he was (subconsciously) looking forward to his first real meal afterwards. and it smelled so good! but then he took the bite... and it just tasted like mushy cardboard. as did every bite afterwards. glancing around at his family, they all seemed just fine with the meal... so perhaps thats just how it was then? was food/eating just like emotions, something they preformed, an end to a mean? food was fuel, not a leisure activity, he supposed...

so, choking down his food, he said nothing

food was just fuel

just another drop in the pool, another small itch in the back of his mind, the growing sense of something being off

overtime he starts skipping meals, brushing them off altogether or asking for someone to just puree it for him so he can down it while he works. his time is more well spent furthering their plans than spent chewing on cardboard. he tries not to acknowledge the way something in his reiju's eyes breaks at that nor to claw at the spot where judge proudly clapped his shoulder for his taking initiative. his brothers remain oddly quiet, glancing between each other as niji snorts

it doesnt matter

what does matter is the strange burning sensation in his chest that has him biting back snarls at soilders that waste his time with meaningless compliments or the way he has to fight his face to remain neutral when yonji laughs or how his body aches, shoulders twinging from the tense posture he holds in his fathers presence

he is a a vinsmoke. he is a cyborg. he is an unfeeling, unflappable soldier meant to spread the glory of germa across the land and sea, no mere emotion nor man could ever hold him back

so why is it then that he finds himself clenched into a tight ball, hands ripping at his own hair, desperate to forget the feeling that came when that burning desire nearly succeeded in breaking free after a maid bumped into him in the hallway, flowing out of him with a snarl and its only his carefully honed control snapping back in place that allows the maid to keep standing where she is, pressed fearfully against the hallway wall

his hand, frozen midair, right where he caught himself before the hit could land across her face

the books in his hands have been long forgotten where they lay in the hallway after he dropped them and ran blindly. he doesnt know where he is, only that its quiet, dark, and he is alone with his ragged breathing. he curls up tighter, desperately trying to push down everything, the bile in his throught, the memory of the maids fear in his mind, and the horribly, confusingly angry tears that burn at his eyes

it shouldn't matter, he shouldn't feel, he shouldn't care, and yet, and yet, and yet

something snaps inside him as he yanks out a clump of his own hair, something bloody and visceral and uncontrollable

because he can no longer sate himself with soothing lies of his family's love and blood-born honor, not when he is so clearly broken and wrong and all he ever wants to do is scream and burn it all down, starving for something more he cant even recall

covered in his own blood, snot, and tears, sanji realizes how little he truly knows

with the plans to strike the strawhats down moving ever closer, he stands and begins his charting own.

in the meantime, he works. he trains. he studies.

he researches.

and he learns.

so, suffice to say, he's not happy with what he learns. the life of one blackleg sanji, sprawled before in clippings from newspapers across the years, some freshly printed, others yellow with age. faces in photos that he swears he knows yet cannot name make him break a wall with one flaming kick.

(the oldest of them is that of a restaurant opening in a far off ocean - but he couldnt read more before the paper turned to ash in his grasp thanks to the flames creeping up his body)

the only road forward, he realizes, is one that leads to their deaths. vinsmoke judge and everything hes ever had a hand in... this world was not just nor right, just an endless stretch of monsters like him ruining everything. death, admittedly, would be a mercy in the longrun.

he'd make it slow

they never even noticed him pulling away, sneaking into labs and war rooms across the floating kingdom. never questioned the bags beneath his eyes so long as he got them the results they desired. they trusted him, it seemed.

or maybe they just didnt care. is health really all that important when you can just throw them into a test tube and-and try again? dig into their brain and pull out every piece that makes them, them, and see if it works now. lie when you cant dig a scalpel in and hope for the best.

when the day finally came, only three before they were suppose to make the final move of the strawhats, sanji sneaks into the kitchen, aided by his new improved raid suit and his family's growing compliancy. they no longer parole the kitchens like bloodhounds, ready to turn him the other way.

as thanks, he adds something special to his siblings dishes

hes no fool, hes aware he likely couldn't take them all on his own. underhanded techniques never bothered them before, so this shouldn't be any different. besides, they werent his focus

no one says anything about the food or... any odd tastes, per usual thanks to judges standing orders. he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood just to fight back a smile as he spots a tremble in ichiji's hand as dinner draws to a close and dessert is sat before them. niji keeps pinching the bridge of his nose amd yonji eyes take on a strange glaze as he stares out a window

reiju looks at sanji, her ever present fake smile dropping away

the show begins like fireworks, lighting up the evening sky, his many bombs hidden about all going off at once

he listens and revels in the sound the labs make as they turn into flaming rubble, explosions bursting across the many snails in their armada, of his fathers fantic commands, his brothers confusion, and his sisters silence

the germa kingdom crumbles, flames crawling across the snails, the smaller of which begin writhing in pain as theyre cooked alive

he probably should of kept the charades going on for longer, but sanji just couldn't help the bitter laughter that welled up at his fathers flushed face, which only causes him to seeth more and sanji can barely breath through his manic laughter

at the very least, judge seems to catch on when yonji crashes to the ground, unconscious, without ever being touched and ichiji is swaying on his feet where he stands. niji hasnt gotten up, clutching table like a lifeline as he snarls in sanjis direction.

its invigorating, watching the fear creep into each ones eyes, fear they claim to not have nor know. judge can only watch as his kingdom burns and his precious soilders crumble, all thanks to one of their own

and the night has only begun

(in all the excitement, none of them see the ship approaching on the horizon, the lion shaped head glowing in the suns dying light and crackling flames)

#burning rage au #one piece #blackleg sanji #vinsmoke judge #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #stealth black #ditto rambles #this one got away from me whoops #the sibs arent dying theyre though theyre passing out #sanji wants to focus on judge at the moment #i like to think that he lets reiju and ichiji take the other two and run #pressed by something welling up that cannot be truly named by ichiji #sanji basically scares feelings into them and then lets them run for their lives #so he can hunt them down later #judge however hes going bleed dry here and now

[uncanny-tranny]

I think it's (understandably) common for people to enmesh their behaviour with their mental illnesses that cause that behaviour, but I think at a certain point, that does need to be challenges.

As a survivor, I really need people to understand that you can be suffering and still cause suffering. No, not every behaviour cause by a mental illness will be abusive. But I really worry that people who enmesh behaviour with unwellness will have an unhealthy and frankly dangerous viewpoint on abusive behaviour.

#mental health #mental health advocacy #abuse #abuse tw #abuse mention tw #and it's like... my abuser WERE unwell. they happened to have their OWN traumas. but i was a fucking *baby* and a *child* #my sympathy runs dry when the behaviour happens to be abusive to others #saw something earlier where people took somebody criticizing a behaviour to be... #...'you HATE people with [x issue]' and it's like... that wasn't even what they were saying... #...and it's extremely upsetting to me as a fellow mad person. i am far from wellness in general... #...so i'm not a layperson who's being like 'lul look at THESE people being unwell' #ask to tag (genuine)

[cicidraws]

ppl are starting to catch on already but the crayola air-dry clay (not model magic or modeling clay) will deteriorate after 6months to 2 years and will be impossible to keep forever unless you cover it in resin or an acrylic varnish, even then its not perfect and will deteriorate. moisture is the problem and other elements. its fun to play with sure and a bit messy but if you intend on keeping a creation, keep that in mind. people say to use water to smooth out the piece and that actually makes it worse after it dries, unfortunately.

if you intend on keeping a piece, try to find some other air dry clays or bake clays out there

i like DAS air dry clay

#air dry clay will always have its risks of not keeping well but this is the best ive run into so far in my testing air dry clays #model magic will always be my favorite though for like cosplay and stuff bc its foam clay #sculptures and stuff stick to DAS or some other type thats like it or better even that i havent figured yet #or like i said - bake clay / sculpey #im no professional though but its what ive seen work