#console: mad as a crow

[acircusfullofdemons]

GARNET - Are there gods? -🐺👑

[ ASK GAME ] || Eternal Labyrinth is FULL of Gods/Deities! Arcadia has the most by default, obviously, but Earth I & Earth IV have a handful, too. Warning, this got...a lot longer than I thought it would 😅

Earth I

Theia Mortimer — goddess of death

Vitalus Zoticus — god of life

Eloise Jekyll — first angel

Ketrill Hyde — first demon

Josephine "Fifi" Allaway — goddess of time

Emory Warwick — god of space & knowledge

Lucien Jekyll — goddess of order/harmony

Vincent Hyde — god of chaos

Earth IV

Prism — mother of the 7 Emotional Deities, encompasses all emotions

Ares — deity of anger

Hermes — deity of greed

Phobos — deity of fear (+ Harvest aka Harlow Spade, who becomes the new goddess of fear at...some point)

Hercules — deity of determination

Pandora — deity of hope

Eleos — deity of compassion

Aphrodite — deity of love

There's also the 7's first followers & partners:

Orion Guerrero aka The Butcher

Edwin Kramer aka The Merchant

Aurelia Crowley aka The Witch

Cleo Barsotti aka The Hero

Silas Roux aka The Hopeful

Grace Lovatt aka The Merciful

Amanda Lovatt aka The Lover

Arcadia

Alcus (al•cuss) — god of the ocean, rivers, water.

Alia (al•e•ah) — goddess of puzzles, riddles. wife of zagreus. mother of elythia.

Bruma — god of winter, cold. sister of rythsti.

Bytris (bye•tris) — god of technology. often confused for or replaced by vyris.

Calypso — would-be god of imagination, theater. associated with music, dance. son of illulia and joylena. brother of reverie.

Cletho (cle•though) — god of darkness, the void. associated with leadership, fatherhood. father of viktoria and deimos.

Deimos — god of destruction. associated with fear, nightmares. son of cletho. brother of viktoria.

Delphi — goddess of intelligence, wisdom.

Direna — goddess of magic. associated with purple, demons, wolves.

Elliott — goddess of space. also referred to as Mother of the Galaxy, Keeper of Constellations.

Elythia (el•ih•thiea) — goddess of the dead / ghosts, ensures spirits travel to their respective afterlife. daughter of zagreus and alia. caretaker of emrits. commonly goes by “theia (mortimer)”.

Fifi — goddess of time. also referred to as Father Time, Josephine Allaway. has an apprentice, toby reynolds, who is often referred to/confused as the actual god of time. he is most well-known in Earth I/Wonderland and Neverland, mainly for never working properly.

Ignius (ig•nus) — god of battle, strategy. associated with fire, summer.

Ilullia (ill•oo•leah) — goddess of slumber, dreams, nightmares. mother of reverie and calypso. wife of joylena.

Joylena — goddess of holidays, celebrations, marriage. associated with trickery, music, bells. wife of illulia. mother of calypso and reverie.

Lullaby — god of lullabies. son of reverie.

Nynx — god of the moon, dusklight (nighttime). serves as solar's right hand, technically king of the gods but has more respect of a prince than anything else. brother of sola.

Reverie — goddess of daydreams, imagination. daughter of ilullia. sister of calypso. mother of lullaby.

Rythsti (ry•th•st•ee) — goddess of nature. also referred to as Mother Nature. associated with motherhood. mother to zagreus. sister to bruma.

Sola — goddess of the sun, dawnrise (daytime). queen of the gods. sister to nynx.

Viktoria — former goddess of space. see: elliott.

Vyris — goddess of reality. associated with fate, prophecy. often confused for or replaces byrtis in some myths.

Zagreus — god of death. son of rythsti. husband of alia. father of elythia.

Zerlo — god of the weather. associated with storms.

There's other mythological figures & deities but this is just about the Gods + this post is long enough lmao

#worldbuilding #religion #luka answers #system: eternal labyrinth #console: phantasmagoria #console: mad as a crow #console: fractured fables #lore #phantasmagoria lore #player: blue bubonic #paraportal

[weirdmageddon]

i wrote davesprite and jade dialogue while i was cozy level stoned last night lol i think i characterized them good

inspired by looking at pictures of davesprite while high and this art i saw yesterday

we never got to see what they got up to i think this is how it would go roughly

DAVESPRITE: you know being fused with a bird is kinda strange DAVESPRITE: theres all kinds of mad shit going through a crows head DAVESPRITE: like id pick a fight with a motherfucker any day of the week for a peanut DAVESPRITE: but i think the best possible consequence is the feathers JADE: theyre soooo soft!!! DAVESPRITE: yeah DAVESPRITE: shits like the stuffing to your favorite pillow DAVESPRITE: down as soft as a bird babys bottom JADE: heheh DAVESPRITE: here comes harley parking her arms round the back JADE: beep beep beep beep JADE: mission jade arms landing is successful........we have TOUCH DOWN DAVESPRITE: copy that shoosh position locked and loaded JADE: whoa dave :o DAVESPRITE: what JADE: there is a clicking sound coming from your chest! DAVESPRITE: oh uh DAVESPRITE: bird things i guess DAVESPRITE: dunno im not in control of that it sort of just happens JADE: happy bird noises!! wow thats so cute JADE: my doggy ears are very sensitive :p JADE: i can hear your heartbeat too by the way DAVESPRITE: damn it JADE: its super cozy DAVESPRITE: oh well thats a relief

JOHN: oh, dude. JADE: hi john!!! DAVESPRITE: what DAVESPRITE: cant a birdboy and a doggirl get their snuggle on DAVESPRITE: is there something so wrong with that DAVESPRITE: aside from the fact we may have fulfilled our mutual dreams of becoming furries in the most unprecedented ways possible JADE: theres nothing wrong with it!!!!! it is awesome JOHN: bluhh, no there isn’t. i was just wondering if you’ve seen the remote. DAVESPRITE: oh DAVESPRITE: cant help you there buddy DAVESPRITE: lost in snugglesville unfortunately DAVESPRITE: well not unfortunately for me JADE: :D <3 JOHN: that i can see! DAVESPRITE: front gates to this enchanted place are locked DAVESPRITE: no escape is possible until jade falls sound asleep to the crazy array of instrumentation under my wicked plumage DAVESPRITE: on account of being half feathery little bastard DAVESPRITE: but if its any consolation it isnt under my ass because id feel it if it was JOHN: i’ll check back later then. well, you guys enjoy! JADE: thanks john! DAVESPRITE: peace egbert

#homestuck #davesprite #jade harley #davejade #javesprite #hs

[19burstraat]

anyone want to hear my six of crows x jane austen's emma au. yes of course you do don't be silly. the only person allowed to be silly is me as I descend into madness in the course of trying to cast this. (if you think 'I've heard this before' yes I've posted abt it before tho I think it was on my main)

kaz is emma, a bored, overintelligent rich bitch stuck in a country house with a bunch of shit idiot neighbours and almost no one to entertain or match him. fucking useless dad per haskell / mr woodhouse is a weaksauce hypochrondriac, and jordie / isabella has gone and got married and ditched kaz, the bastard. the only consolation is their neighbour inej / mr knightley, who is rich, sensible, popular, and elegible as hell... glory be, an intellectual equal for kaz!

in order to be less bored, kaz takes on a protege, mysterious randomer and natural son wylan / harriet smith, who kaz decides to mould in his own image and make a good match for. wylan is in love with gentleman farmer jesper / robert martin, but kaz is a snob and tries to push him towards local vicar kuwei / mr elton (I KNOW. I'M SORRY KUWEI), but that all goes tits up bc turns out kaz is a fucking terrible matchmaker, who'd've known.

meanwhile, unassuming and a little cold, but locally well-liked matthias / jane fairfax has arrived back in the village, and kaz busily commences hating on him because he's another accomplished young man and he makes him feel inadequate. hot on his heels comes the mysterious nina / frank churchill (NINA I'M SO SORRY I FUCKING HATE FRANK BUT THIS IS WHAT WORKS FOR THE COUPLES YOU CAN BE A NICE FRANK CHURCHILL ): ), who kaz is kind of fascinated by and enjoys sparring with, and hence kind of misses the really obvious signs that nina and matthias are secretly engaged, even though inej, ever thief of secrets, has lowkey noticed something's up, like matthias getting mysterious gifts from someone. kaz ends up being convinced that possibly it's inej that's pursuing matthias, which nina encourages because it helps her cover, and kaz kinda panics.

everyone has petty village drama which culiminates when kaz sneers at pekka rollins / miss bates (LISTEN. LI actually you don't need to listen bc I laughed out loud when I thought of this comparison but hear me out, if you just think of it as the equivalent of the church of barter scene except instead of 'I buried him' it's 'when have you ever stopped at three?' it kind of works. sorry to miss bates tho who is still kinda my fave austen character) at box hill, which culminates in inej going BOY WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM and kaz is like wow she kind of has a point should I be a better person :/

uhh what else even happens. there's a ball after nina massively encourages one, inej saves wylan from being partnerless and later dances with kaz (think of the gloveless dance scene from the 2020 adaptation? yeah? yeahh??). the regency gender conventions here are getting so messed up lmao, never mind. in emma harriet fancies herself in love with mr knightley and emma is forced to realise that she likes him, so let's say that wylan pretends to be after inej, in order to strong arm kaz into realising that he's wanted to marry inej this entire time. wylan's dad turns out to be minted (I'm stretching the book here to make it work w SOC but never mind) but that's after kaz has admitted he fucked up and sent wylan off to marry gentleman farmer jesper, yaaay. nina's relatives who are stopping her from marrying matthias die and hence there's a massive revelation with 'oh they were engaged this whole time lol', kaz is PISSED bc he didn't clock it. uh. everyone gets married and now kaz can escape the shit village and actually go places. the end.

#this would read less batshit if I could draw bc I would just DRAW it #unfortunately I cannot. LOOK AT MY TEXTPOST BOY #six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #soc au #six of crows au #helnik #wesper #crooked kingdom #yk the lads would kind of eat those regency clothes tho. kaz doesn't dress THAT differently honestly except for those damn breeches fjd

[urarakasdiary]

-SOULMATES (2)

Muzan Kibutsuji x reader

Tengen knew he had fucked up

The wives looked at him weirdly. He whispered to them to go inside and leave them alone for a while. They nod and go inside leaving the two of them. "[name] I'm sorry"

She couldn't even look at him. she wanted to scream and cry and hit him, but she didn't. "ill promise to never do this again [name] please just forgive me" he said sitting next to her and rubbing her back.

she didn't forgive him but she told him a classic "yeah sure ok" Tengen thought it was enough and smiled at her. little did he know she was still very mad at him.

After 3 days of Tengen and his wives to staying home, they had to leave. the wives didn't say goodbye as usual. Uzui hugged you and tried to give you a kiss but you turned your head around and he had to kiss your cheek. he was in disarray by your action and he tried to console you but his crow didn't allow it. you scrubbed your cheek super hard after that.

"I'll come home early today ok?" he said hugging [name] again and successfully giving her a kiss on the lips.

It was the evening now, [name] got dressed up. she had decided to go to the festival alone. when she reached the festival she wanted to cry. there were so many couples deeply in love, happily eating and talking.

she wanted to cry. she knew Tengen would never give her that type of love ever again. Then she started herself as a woman altogether. she started crying just thinking about her marriage. [name] started making her way home, still crying. Of course, no one cared about her, they just gave her strange looks.

but there was someone. someone who cared for her in the crowd. Our demon king Muzan. [name] didn't even notice him. but he did. it was as if time slowed down for him when you walked past him. that sweet scent and melodious heartbeat. had his past lover really been reincarnated? When he was about to call for you his human daughter called out for him and he had to go. he would come for you tomorrow.

It was now the next day. Tengen and the three others would arrive home today. they would be tired so you wanted to make them a warm dinner. you made your way to the market for some last-minute shopping for dinner. then you saw more couples shopping together. you thought about your marriage. if you could see into the future you about never marry him.

[name] was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the vegetables dropping from her bag. Luckily Kibutsuji was there, "excuse me miss you dropped something" she turned around to meet the red-eyed man. "oh Im very sorry" she replied. oh, how happy Muzan was by hearing that sweet voice of yours again. he kneeled down picking up the tomatoes.

You continued to conversate with him, you have never felt happier. while talking to him, there was something familiar with him almost like you had seen him or talked to him before. but you couldn't pinpoint it.

time went quicker when you were with him. You two got along so well that he even won you a pretty little clip from the claw machines at the festival. he was so sweet! if only Uzui was like him.

as he placed the pin on your hair, you felt how unnaturally cold he was

"oh it looks like it's late I shall head home now" you spoke as you smiled.

"of course, we could meet another day. it's really late now its dangerous to go alone let me accompany you"

"you're too sweet! alright let's go"

it was weird that you were taking a stranger to your home. but does it really matter? it's not like he could get inside your home after all.

while walking to your home, Kibutsuji kept the mood up by making various conversations that kept you interested. "well this is my stop" you said. "ok. goodnight sleep well uhh.." Muzan spoke

"its [name] what about yours," you asked him "you can call me KIbutsuji" he smiled "oh ok, Kibutsuji I hope you have good sleep"

after he left you went inside and started cooking dinner. You were so much happier now. meanwhile, Uzui wanted to get home as soon as possible and grab his love, his wife his [name]. When the trio arrived they saw you, they saw how you were so much cheerier and even singing a song while cooking.

you were even wearing perfume, your hair was done, and your makeup looked lovely. and he saw the pin she was wearing. the pin Muzan won for her. Tengen immediately started assuming that his wife was cheating on him. he grew angry.

later on, Uzui once again left [name] out and went to the festival with the other three. they got into an argument about it and he brought up how she was cheating on him with another man.

"YOU'VE PROBABLY BEEN CHEATING ON ME THIS ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP [NAME]!!! YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE. THAT HAIRPIN YOU'RE WEARING IT MUST HAVE BEEN WON BY A MAN FOR YOU!!"

"whore...?" [name] had tears in her eyes uzui immediately tried apologizing but she had enough of this. this was her time to fight back.

"AM I A FUCKING WHORE FOR WANTING TO LOOK PRETTY FOR ONCE? THIS PIN? YES, A MAN WON IT FOR ME. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? I WAS FUCKING CRYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET TENGEN!!"

"BECAUSE OF YOU! I WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF OUR FAILED MARRIAGE. THIS MAKEUP? I WANTED TO LOOK PRETTY FOR YOU! SINCE YOU WON'T EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE ME!! AND THIS PERFUME, IS IT A CRIME THAT YOU WANT TO SMELL NICE?"

Tengen was in tears hearing those aggressive words leave your mouth. he did deserve it.

"I've had enough Tengen I think its time we part ours ways, you enjoy your life" said [name]

"no please [name] I promise I will trust you! please just don't leave me" Uzui got down on his knees begging for you to stay. "I'm sorry Uzui but its over"

she made her way to her room, leaving Uzui and the three wives crying. well not exactly the three wives, they didn't even know you properly it was Tengen himself crying his eyes off.

You had to sleep in Tengen's estate today. it was already midnight and there would be demons outside. Only if you knew that you shouldn't worry about that since your lover was their ruler.

that night you had the weirdest dreams ever. almost like a rewind of your past life, you saw the same man you called your friend killing so many people, and you learned his name Muzan Kibutsuji.

The next day, you waited till evening to move. the new 'friend' you met at the festival yesterday told you that he'll be at the festival when the sun sets and you wanted to go with him.

Tengen and the trio had another mission somewhere nearby yesterday and left after your argument so they would be back by this evening. as you were about to leave they arrived. he begged you not to leave but you refused, alas he had to set you free. it was his fault after all.

after meeting up with Kibutusuji you went to a bar to get some drinks. You told him everything that had unfolded in your home and he seemed to genuinely care. "you know Kibutsuji, I really like you" he seemed shocked. yes, you did drink but it was not enough to get you drunk. it must've been an honest thing.

he took you to a hotel, and it happened so fast. All the unreleased love just unraveled itself and for the first time ever you actually made love with someone.

in the middle of the session, you uttered his full name. He froze and started choking you! he asked you how you knew his name. Out of complete fear you told him about the dream you had about him and that you knew he was a demon but you couldn't stop loving him. he cried after those pretty little sentences. he has never felt so loved ever before.

It's now been 2 months since you and Muzan have been together. Now there's even a little half-demon half-human baby growing inside your tummy! you were so happy with him. who knew demons could love this well.

one day, when Muzan was gone with work or something you had gone to the market to buy some baby clothes for your little one. Unfortunately for you, there were demon slayers nearby. one of them being Tanjiro.

hellloo! thank you for reading part 2 of Soulmates. thank you for reading and please leave a like and a repost that would be very helpful!!👯‍♀️💖 special thank you to @z3r0art for this wonderful request and happy Halloween! 👻✨

#kny x y/n #demon slayer #manga #urarakasdiary #kny x reader #demonslayer x reader #muzan x reader #kibutsuji x reader #sanemi #uzui tengen #tengen uzui #tanjiro #kibutsuji x yn #kibutsuji #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu muzan #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons

[mlobsters]

supernatural s8e20 pac-man fever (w. robbie thompson)

(same sam, same. every day)

okay. OKAY. this is very reminiscent of the ghost ship xfiles episode. the music in one scene in the hallways was used in the crow too so i did a little post about it here but it's one of the best (maybe the best???) sequences in the entire series and so i had to include it in its entirety here and now (eternal crush on gillian anderson started in the early 90s and she's such a doll in the 40s getup)

supernatural s8e20 (night hop by benny carter) / the x-files s6e3 triangle (hot liquorice by dick walter)

mitch pileggi aka skinner aka not-so-good-grandpa also briefly appears in the xfiles clip :)

same vibes. (hannibal s1e9 trou nomand)

DEAN In the neighborhood? How the hell does she know where we are? SAM Uh, well, she doesn't. Not exactly, at least. It says she tracked our cells to a twenty mile radius, then the signal went out. Huh. This place must be in some kinda, like, Bermuda Triangle.

lol

sweetness ♥️

CHARLIE Well, after you guys left, I dug into all things monsters. I'm a wee bit obsessive. If "wee bit" means completely. I also found this series of books, by a Carver Edlund? [SAM and DEAN exchange awkward looks] Did those books really happen? CHARLIE (cont'd) Wow. That is some meta madness. [to DEAN] Thanks for saving the world and stuff. [to SAM] Sorry you have zero luck with the ladies.

the awkwardness of this situation if you think about it for more than a second is off the charts

CHARLIE What about, uh, Castiel? He seems helpful, and dreamy.

not the word choice i'd expect but okay

DEAN He's MIA, with a tablet of his own, doing God knows what. I mean, to be honest this whole thing is... I mean, Sam's a tough son of a bitch, but... Cas is saying that these trials are messing with him in ways that even he can't heal. CHARLIE If it's any consolation, having read your history, there is pretty much nothing the Winchesters can't do if they work together.

pretty sure i said "that's nice" out loud

CHARLIE Must be nice, having a brother, someone to always watch your back.

not that their thing is on any scale of normal. also *squints* whatcha gettin at here, show. are we adopting charlie?

DEAN Nuh-uh. Back on the horse, kiddo, come on.

operation adopt-a-sister engaged

same, charlie, same.

hey, it's jason mendoza from the good place! didn't recognize his face with the hair being up but his voice immediately rang the bell

the good place s1e8 most improved player - manny jacinto as jason mendoza

DEAN I know you wanna help, I do, but— SAM Dean, you cannot take care of the both of us. I need to be out here. Play through the pain, right? DEAN Come on man, don't quote me to me.

but dean taking care of you is kind of a non-negotiable you know that

CHARLIE So the boys said they noticed something on the body's arm before it covered them in years of future therapy. Said it looked like a blue handprint. DEAN Sounds like something you should read about. In a book. At home. SAM I'm not leaving until we find out whatever is doing this. DEAN Whatever. [stalks off] CHARLIE You guys fight like an old married couple.

JUST LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU 😡🔪

CHARLIE Alright, well, breakthrough means snack time to me, and I wanna just stretch my legs. I will pick us up some grub, and unlike you, Sam, I will not forget the pie.

sweetness x100

isn't it nice to have someone else they can be affectionate with and there's no need to worry about ~romantic tension~

none of the emotional trauma of the previous episode, some very solid heartwarming moments, not too many cringe inducing moments of embarrassment. i'll take it, robbie

#supernatural #spnwatch #the xfiles #the good place #hiky #spnhiky #manny jacinto #dick walter #benny carter #spn 8x20 #charlie bradbury #txf s6 #music parallels #i guess we'll call it #robbie thompson #everything's fine

[chuplayswithfire]

i keep imagining a scenario. the crew is reunited and stede is back on the revenge with ed but they haven't reconciled yet, there's still tension in the air because ed is still pretty fucking hurt, actually, still pretty mad at stede for leaving him on that dock, but he regretted marooning the crew and was glad to see them all back and alive and in one piece (and not just because lucius crawled out of the walls and stopped haunting him) and the crew made it clear stede is a package deal with them so ed ~reluctantly~ let him stay

( lucius muttering just a little too loudly in the evening, i see we're pretending that sobbing breakdown when he found put stede was dead didn't happen, just love the smell of denial mixed with eau de desperate sorrow )

stede is relieved to be back, relieved his crew is safe, a bit upset about all his things being gone but in the long run it will be so exciting to steal new and better things, he consoles himself, and besides, and this is not consolation, ed is better than any thing, and getting to see and talk to him every day is worth it.

even if ed won't really look at him. even if he grumbles rather than really talks to him, even if he makes sure there's always someone between them if they're at the same table, even if stede catches him staring a dozen times a day but ed never even acknowledges it -

even then its worth, because there's this one thing that gives him hope, keeps his heart warm and his eyes bright.

see, ed loves a good nap. forget a maim - a nap, that's really what ed loves, and he'll nap just about anywhere and just about anywhen, as long as no one's in the vicinity. the crows nest. the hold. the bath tub, that's a popular one. the not-so-secret passages, frequently.

the swede's barrel, even, a time or two.

but.

he always wakes up when someone gets too close, half the time awake and alert as if he'd never closed his eyes, the other half tense and frightened, frightening, hand to knife or gun and eyes dark, if only for a fraction of a second. the crew wishes he'd wear a bell, or put up a sign, or do something to show he's picked a nap spot, but otherwise they don't mind. a co-captain with a bit of a napping problem is far better than a co-captain with an attempted murdering problem, and all that. they dont go out of their way to wake him up, they aren't dickbags, but hey, if he wakes he wakes its not like any of them can get near him without waking ed up, irritable as hell to be pulled out a nap early -

well, except stede of course. stede can walk right up to him. stede can put his hands on his shoulders. stede can bend down and huff and puff and scoop the legendary blackbeard up into his arms like an oversized baby and carry him off to his bed or a more convenient hammock, all without ever waking the man up.

they aren't reconciled yet. there are words still to be said and broken promises promises to be mended and miscommunications to clear.

but at the most basic level, at his most vulnerable, when he trusts no one else -

ed teach still trusts stede bonnet not to hurt him. his heart knows what his head isn't yet ready to surrender to.

just like that morning after a fuckery, their false lighthouse long dismantled but edward teach still in stede bonnet's clothes, weaponless and vulnerable, asleep and trusting as a lamb.

stede knows they'll get there, still has all the hope in the world, because ed still trusts him, even if he doesnt want to admit it. he just has to hold true. he just has to keep showing ed that his heart is right, that he can be trusted.

in the mean time, at least the crew know who to call when they spot their napping co-captain, tucked away in some inconvenient spot they need to get at.

#edward teach #stede bonnet #ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #wrote this on my phone on browser mode #in a thunderstorm with internet acting up #be nice to my typos and feel the vibe

[limeade-l3sbian]

PART THREE

by @rad-by-nature

In one of your letters, you’d asked how I’d get along in such a small space, but I think you may have misread my words. Radblr ain’t a sole, single town. It’s a county. A ripe division of towns full of more than I’d ever mentioned in a single letter. I’d only told you about the town that I reside in, but there are a plenty of others that I’d crossed through. Sometimes for more merchandise to pass on to, sometimes for a date, sometimes just to stretch my legs.

The second town over is its own mess (the whole county is. In the best way of course).

It seemed the begrudged saloon owner was a provision of humankind by God, Herself. @dusty-rattler ran a firm but perhaps not necessarily tight ship. The exhaustion of keeping those who frequented saloons showed in the low bags of her eyes and the shotgun ever lain in her lap when she had the minute to sit. Other times, I couldn’t tell you where she put it, but it came out just as quickly as when trouble did. She kept business through the upbeat tunes of @bisexual-slime who had no problem halting mid song to advise or console a soul in clear discouragement. Not the best habit for folks like @gynandtheholograms who found a way to haul and kick in dance at any song of any pace; fishnets torn now and again at her ambitious swaying. An issue usually either easily fixed or replaced by the eccentric @federal-bureau-of-nerds, so long as you had less than nothing to say about her unabashed conversations with reptiles like @534r and the crows that squawked back in a curious manner.

Compared to the ticking of roaches back at my own town’s saloon, this one was disobliging of uninvited vermin, and I was able to meet the reaper of these vermin when I’d gone walking in for some help. Knocking over a few glasses and flicking her tail in the faces of frowning customers was a cat by the name of @amphibiam. I’d been told, not totally asked of, that she kept things clean where said vermin were concerned so her less amicable state of being was ignored and accepted for the most part. Though now and again, I’d heard people might put a little pressure to the tip of her tail to humble her somewhat. How effective that was, I can’t really say.

Be just my luck that I go walking in there when a fight broke out. They were smart enough to do it when the owner was absent and a less than interested bartender, @catgirlsredemption, was tending. By what I’d gathered from all the commotion and from behind the bar with @lunaslefthand, a slighted gunslinger had finally caught up with @radartemisia. A known peddler for “not so aiding medicine for what ails ya” by what I’d been told. She was a city slicker with too big of ambitions to scam as many small towners as she could, but had missed out on all the women ‘round who’d been raised by or dealing with snake oil saleswomen all their lives.

I’d give her her credit, though. At being shoved, she’d decided to bring the fight right back and drew. As I stared up at the holed ceiling, deadpanned to have been caught in this, I had seen the impressively dulled senses of a townie by the name of @trickycactus give all her gaze down the barrel of her gun in an attempt to step in with her own gun, corrected by her friend with a harsh slap to her hand to stop any more holed bodied before yankin’ her away from the madness behind their tipped over table.

I, without a gun, had the smarts to stay put until I heard bigger boots and guns come in, barking for order and taken both women who sourced the madness down to the ground. On the slighted gunslinger, sheriff @opabiniawillreturn quite neutral in expression. When the gunslinger shouted like a madwoman about @radartemisia being…well, an untrustworthy woman, to keep it clean for you, the sheriff had asked without much else beyond a raised brow to explain what she meant by that. On the snake oil woman, the unofficial aid of the law around here, @thongsofvirtue, who seemingly did not see the few women who thanked her with flushed faces for helping out.

I’d been surprised to see the sheriff so understanding, and she’d focused her power of arresting on the snake oil peddler, simply telling the slighted gunslinger to make herself scarce. Might have had a chance to talk to her for my own reasons if one @femcelgrandpogger hadn’t opened her mouth, calling the departing gunslinger another unsavory word that landed her a bullet from the ill-tempered woman. The real chaos was over by then, and I had an unfortunate front seat to the woman fading out.

Ever on call, the undertaker, @radtangy, come walkin’ in to collect another hassle, dragging @femcelgrandpogger out while I stayed behind to help the staff clean up a little. The sheriff deputy, @beatifiq, came in a little late to the party but had the right spirit. She followed shortly behind the sheriff as she and @thongsofvirtue walked out with the two trouble starters. They hadn’t even bothered dealing with the slurring rant of @spider-terf who hauled off and threw a bottle that the sheriff and deputy easily dodged without looking back. There were only a few tables that took the brunt of the madness, and rather than take the walk, the saloon owner went on and hollered what felt like halfway across town to @nobleelfwarrior who, midway to @madolecence ‘s inn before deadpanning towards the hollering bar owner before heading right back to her place to grab her tools.

I will admit, I was still a bit deadpan myself to be experiencing this the day that I decided to venture out, but at least I’d have some gossip of my own to return with.

Silver linings and all that, I suppose.

(Part 1 & 2)

#RAD RAD WEST #next up are the gyns living away from the towns #radfems do touch #radfem safe #radfems please interact #RAD RAD WEST BABY

[sunshine-cult-unhinged]

Here is the entirety of the "Mad scientists more like sad scientists" fiasco in the cult. A Roleplay thingy that grew on its own. I thought it was fun so here is all of it :)

(it grew naturally from a joke, so excuse the often tone changes)

People involved: @crystallized-crow @kandibeetle @local-tragedy17

(Necessary Knowledge: Corvidae was telling Kyle about the effects of radiation, which led him to make a joke about radiation pancakes, thusfar creating the image that would be Carnis' doom.)

Kyle: hey carnis..... eat the yummy pancakes....... I promise your bones won't glow afterwards......

Carnis: ooh tasty. Those look so yummy, Thank you!

Carnis: These taste like radiation! 😟

Kyle: yummy yummy!!!

Corvidae (Dr Radiation): I am frankenstein and you are my monster. with the information i have given you, you poison my best friend.

Kyle: but don't you know, Frankenstein is the true monster himself?

Corvidae (Dr): i have been well aware all this time

Kyle: Am I wrong for using the knowledge you have gifted me in the way you described it?

Corvidae (Dr): yes, yes you are. I was describing a theoretical- cautionary tales.

Carnis: Its ok guys haha im oka☢️☢️☢️ what was thay.

Kyle: you taught me, with words of death and poisoning, and you're upset when I only understand it in that way?

Corvidae (Dr): YES, AS IT WAS A CAUTIONARY TALE TO KEEP YOU SAFE.

Kyle: But if I did not grasp that the tale was cautionary, is it really my fault? Did you clearly describe that I am not meant to do the things you have taught me?

Carnis: Guys dw about me being irritated is kinda fun

Kyle: your bones will rot soon.

Carnis: My b🦴ones! owie!🤣

Corvidae (Dr): i had assumed that you had a firm grasp on morality, common sense, and logic- yet i was wrong to do so.

Kyle: You use the metaphor of Frankenstein and his creature, and yet you treat me like I will understand everything but what you have taught me. The creature was just a child who didn't know the world, as I am.

Corvidae (Dr): and yet, frankenstein- whilst controlled by hubris- victor was just a man, as am i. mortal as flesh and blood can be.

:this is when I started talking about mpreg ("I FORGOT I WAS GOOGLING MPREG"):

Kyle: he was a cruel man- a child himself. He had no right to dabble in his hubris, he was immature and he did not deal with the repercussions of the child he created. He was a man, yes, but man is inherently evil.

Corvidae (Dr): HUBRIS IS A DISEASE, AS ANY ILLNESS OF THE PSYCHE.

Kyle: STILL, VICTOR WAS SELFISH AND ABANDONED A CHILD WHO KNEW NAUGHT OF THE WORLD, OUT OF FEAR. and while that's what man has always done, it doesn't make it right. He should have protected the outcome of his hubris.

Corvidae (Dr): THE HUMAN NATURE IS NOT SOMETHING I CAN CONTROL. if we are inherently evil, should we fight our nature? am i out of control in your eyes? DO YOU THINK I HAVE LOST IT, KYLE??

Kyle: YOU ADMIT WE ARE EVIL YET ARE SHOCKED AND UPSET WHEN I AM EVIL MYSELF. Being evil is human nature, yes, but it can be changed. It SHOULD be changed. I learn of evil, I am of evil, but you are surprised when I act of evil? Why should we NOT fight this hurtful nature. Why should we not change? And yes In fact, I feel you are spiraling out of control. Talk of human nature then reject it. you have lost it. (I feel as this made no sense)

:we compare this argument to Laplace's angel:

Corvidae (Dr): AND YES, yes kyle. YOU WOULD BE RIGHT! I, DOCTOR CORVIDAE RADIATION, HAVE LOST MY MIND! if you believe that i, considering you wrong for poisoning my best friend- corrupting flesh and blood that is mine as it is his means i have spiraled out of control, GET ME CONSOLE! GET ME CONTROL!! justify your actions to me one more time and i will require restraints- i am hysterical.

Kyle: So you admit that you feel that human nature is to be evil but it is wrong to be so? That I, myself, am wrong for acting on the knowledge that YOU gave me? In a funny way, it's almost like YOU are the one that poisoned your friend. If I had never known these truths of the world that must I remind you, I learned from you, doctor-- nothing would have happened to Carnis. I understand why you are upset and I am glad you shared your ugly, beautiful, knowledge with me--but I feel that this is more your doing than mine. Who are we, if not who we come from? Become hysterical, I don't care. It will just prove that you not only hurt Carnis, and not only me, but also yourself. You're the truly corrupted one in this situation, doctor.

Corvidae (Dr): OUR CORRUPTION SHOULD HAVE NEVER TOUCHED CARNIS. YOU BROUGHT FLOR-AN INNOCENT MAN, INTO A CORRUPTION FURTHER THAN WHAT HE DESERVED. I MAY BE CORRUPT, BUT I DID NOT HURT YOU AND I DID NOT HURT CARNIS. YOU ARE NOT THE VICTIM. YOU WILL MEET THE FACE OF YOUR CORRUPT NATURE AND YOU WILL WEEP AT HIS FEET. YOU WILL NEVER, EVER CONVINCE ME THAT WHAT I HAD DONE WAS WRONG.

:E:"What's happening" C(Dr):"we are committing to the bit" S:"you are committing to BIOLOGICAL WARFARE!!":

:Carnis Joins the Moral battle:

Carnis: Is it even a bit anymore? The radiation has begun to leak into my soul, what once glowed a soft blue now shines a sickly green

Kyle: YOU CORRUPT ME, AND ARE UPSET WHEN I CORRUPT SOMEONE, JUST AS WHAT HAD BEEN DONE TO MYSELF. WHILE, YES, YOU NEVER INTENDED TO HARM CARNIS, FLOR WAS HARMED BY YOUR KNOWLEDGE. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND THAT I WASNT MEANT TO HARM IF IT WAS NEVER TAUGHT TO ME? I DO NOT CLAIM TO BE A VICTIM, MY GOOD SIR, BUT I DO CLAIM TO BE INNOCENT BY ASSOCIATION, JUST AS I AM GUILTY. Who is to say who is right and wrong here? None of this could have happened without you, just as it couldn't have happened without me. I do not claim to be innocent, but you cannot claim that either. We are both guilty, and we are both innocent. These two statement do not conflict as much as you are making it seem to be. Who is to say Carnis himself is not guilty, for partaking in the pancakes?

Corvidae: .

kyle.

i will say this only once, and i will not say it again. if you insist that carnis is not innocent one more time, i will harm you.

Kyle: Then harm me. Harm me just as you have harmed your dear friend. No one here is innocent.

Corvidae (Dr): I DID NOT HARM HIM, I DID NOT.

*I slam my fists against the cold, marble table insistently.*

Kyle: *I take a step back, shocked by your impulse.*

You did, Corvid. You hurt him and you continue to

hurt flor by not accepting the truth-- you are forsaking his pain

Carnis: Maybe i am guilty, i understood the dangers of consuming the pancakes, yet a voice in my head cheered me on to take a bite, just a small bite of the irradiated meal. i am not innocent, but neither are you, and neither is kyle. i believe we all have blame to take.

Corvidae (Dr): CARNIS PLEASE. don't let him blame you

Carnis: I am not letting him blame me. i understood the implications of eating the pancakes, of biting the forbidden cake.

*I put my head down and tap my foot*

Kyle: Thank you for understanding, Carnis. I am sorry that I have helped harm you, influencing your death. The pancakes were my idea

Carnis: It is ok. In the end, I died by my own fascination, as curiousity kills the cat. I dont blame you. You were curious, just as I.

:R: "What is this.why are you guys rping the second coming of adam and eve what.why is there a forbidden food":

Corvidae (Dr): *i erratically step forward, tears in my eyes. i shake as if infected with ferocious rabies.*

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND KYLE. YOU DO NOT FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME.

Kyle: YOU SAY, YOU SAY THIS, DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND YOURSELF? YOU ARE BEING CHILDISH, BLAMING ME FOR ALL OF YOUR PROBLEMS WITHOUT ACCEPTING YOUR OWN BLAME.

Corvidae (Dr): *i, distraught, violently step further, tears and anger filling my eyes-shouting in your face all the while.*

HOW AM I BEING CHILDISH? I ATTEMPTED TO TEACH YOU, I WAS GIVING YOU THE GIFT OF A CAUTIONARY TALE. YOU ARE A SELFISH MONSTER FOR NOT TAKING THE BLAME ON YOURSELF.

Kyle: *I stay calm, looking you right in the eyes.*

You have no reason to yell. I see, I see. You are blinded by your own pain. I see, and I understand-- but I do not condone. You call me a selfish monster-- which is only a reflection of yourself. You can't bare to accept that you took part in the harming of your dear friend. You refuse to take the blame and put that on me. I DO accept that I have a part in this. I AM to blame-- but you are just as wrong here as I.

Carnis: QUIT YELLING, THE BOTH OF YOU, AND LISTEN TO ME! YOU WILL BOTH WALK AWAY FROM THIS ALIVE BUT I WILL NOT! WOULD YOU PLEASE JUST LISTEN TO THE ONE WHO IS HAVING THE RADIATION EAT AWAY AT THEIR CELLS!?

Corvidae (Dr): *my eyes soften, as i turn to face you- the anger burning in my teeth quickly dissipating.*

I- sure.

Kyle: By god, we've both been too blinded too selfish-- to listen to the one hurt here. We should... we should listen to Carnis.

*I take several steps away from Corvid, allowing my face to relax.*

Carnis: Thank you.

*I scan the room, staring at you both with tired eyes. I was tired of the yelling.*

You have both had a part in this, but please, please know that i am not upset. I am scared, yes, but I do not feel anger at either of you. All i ask is to please make my death worthwhile? Don't let me go as just another victim of radiation.

Kyle: And how can we honor your life and death, dear friend?

*I look down at the floor, not wanting to face the truth. I hold hands behind my back, with an expression of guilt in my eyes*

Carnis: I give you both full permission to take my body and use it for science. Experiment, dissect, study.

Kyle: science... is that what will make death worthwhile, in your eyes?

Carnis: I believe so. And if you cannot bare to dissect a friend, then take me to somewhere where the radiation will not be a harm, and lay me in the ground.

Corvidae (Dr): *i look back, swallowing my pride as tears roll down my face. the near-feral anger is now completely gone from my eyes as i cover them with my hands.*

carnis- if... if that's what you want, i-

*the tears begin to further fall as i begin to choke on the pride i'd swallowed. i attempted to speak, yet nothing would come out.*

Kyle: perhaps we could... find a way to help others who may suffer the same fate as you.

Carnis: Yes! Yes that's it! That would be an honor!

*I grab you and corvids hands Of course, it will not take full effect for a while. Perhaps we could spend some time together before I pass?*

Kyle: I would like to apologize to you, Doctor. For blaming you, and hurting your friend. I never wanted to do harm I... don't know what I was on with...

*I look up, and hold out a steady hand.*

Can you ever forgive me?

Corvidae (Dr): *my hand shakes. i try to forgive you- to move on- yet my body refuses to give. i cannot make myself move my hand*

Kyle: I... I understand. I am sorry nonetheless.

Corvidae (Dr): *I shake further. I can barely keep it together*

Please... I would like nothing more than to spend your time with you.

Kyle: That sounds... wonderful. I would love to spend your last moments with you. Thank you forgiving us both, despite what we have done. I am sorry it had to end this way.

Corvidae (Dr): *with my last, hyperventilated breaths, i continue before completely breaking down.*

...it was never meant to go this way.

:S:"this was originally about green pancakes howd this happen":

Kyle: *I look away from you*

I feel the same. I don't know how this truly came to be.. Maybe no one is to blame.

Carnis: Its alright. I don't want to spend my last moment in misery, I want to spend them side by side with those I care about.

Kyle: What can we do for you, dear friend... to honor your happiness.?

Carnis: Go for a walk with me. Just a small one, out in the forest or somewhere where the sun is beaming down, then we can go for a snack, perhaps.

Corvidae (Dr): *they wiped their eyes.*

that. that i can do.

Carnis: The both of you, come with me.

Corvidae: *i follow- appearing malcontented yet swallowing back the anger i felt.*

Carnis: Lets go. Corvid, I know its hard but please try to forgive Kyle for me. I don't want to know my two friends are being split apart.

#the sunshine cult #the sunshine cult unhinged

[thegreymoon]

Till the End of the Moon

Starting episode 6 SUPER MAD that APPARENTLY EVERYONE SURVIVED THE GODDAMN CROW ATTACK. 

WHAT IS THE POINT OF A HIT LIST IF EVERYONE SURVIVES?????

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Listen, you don’t understand.

I JUST NEED PEOPLE TO DIE 😭😭

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I mean, this is pretty and all, BUT I WAS ROBBED OF THE SLAUGHTER.

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Anyway. His gorgeous face is always a good consolation prize. 

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The cutest smile 🤗

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Still not aboard this ship, but this is a nice step in the right direction.

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Aww, baby activated the happy spell 🤗 

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I think that you too need a visit from a couple of crows. 

Asshole.

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Here for moar pretty men 😋

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Oh, shut up, the whole lot of you.

1. First of all, they weren’t even doing anything scandalous. 

2. Second, you both barged in without even bothering to knock. 

3. Third, they are fucking married. 

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God, you’re annoying 😑😑

1. First of all, shut up.

2. Second, what licentious act??

3. And even if it was licentious, she was doing it with her own goddamn husband! 

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MTE.

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This is shaping up to be a nice hateship too 😋

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OMG, it’s addictive! 

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LMAO, I love her 🤣🤣

Yes, sister, make him strip and let us watch! 😋

#till the end of the moon #tteotm spoilers #tteotm ep06

[ryderdire]

Anyways I’m joining the mommyclan desgin fight!

My preferences! (Feel free to pick and choose)

Things I really love

I’ve always been a big fan of space themed desgins! Weather it be cartoony space or a more realistic version consolations are a big thing for me too.

Werid freckles. Actually just freckles in general but werid freckles (ie star freckles or little eyes ect) drive me particularly mad /pos

Love me some glowing floaty liquid desgin features (just Not slime?? If that makes sense)

Fun markings! Big fan of markings that are a little silly.

Silly characters ln general

Serious characters are to!

Werid magic augmentations? Like a character with floaty magical hair or werid magic eyes or one very magical/ sci fi feature

Anything fantastical especially dragons

Crows and feathery beasts

When when the family is found

Some other stuff that doesn’t instantly make me feral but I really like

Hetrocromia!

Purple.

Cosmic beings???

Demonic or angelic themed characters

Things I don’t like

Generally there’s nothing that I don’t like! I DO ask That eye strain Is tagged!

Please note a couple things

1. I’m currently in shcool and finding time and engry to do these is hard sometimes Please be patient with my attacks!

2. Some of these characters mind end up in one of my various stories if your uncomfortable with them being either anything past a background character or even there at all please let me know in the tags or if you must my dm’s

#mommyclan df

[pestis-blight]

I did more drabbles because honestly I just had the thought of Jervis in Arkham with Edward and yknow 3am writing the usual it's a babble for a reason

Mm TW for like injury and mild violence

Hoarse and harsh screaming reverberated through thick brick walls. The declarations and demands to be free something Arkham had all heard before. Though on that day they witnessed a particular vigor to each thrash and flailing limb, tears down cheeks with ragged breaths heaving. The onslaught still didn't stop.

The Riddler and Mad Hatter had been working on a project together after giving the asylum the slip once before. Of course, the staff had no idea what and weren't paid enough to care, but there was an understanding that when one caped crusader dropped off two of your missing patients you just didn't complain.

Contrary to the expectations, Edward went quietly. He accepted his fate if not in hopes of his company doing the same...then to ensure that he wasn't going to receive his treatment.

Kicking his legs, joints aching, his head thrashing from side to side, Jervis refused to move one inch. His shoes dug into the ground, scraping and scuffing with each defiant kick, and when the doctors or security alike grew too close he snarled at them like a feral creature, cornered and fighting on bleeding legs.

Edward frowned, though it was only subtle, because he knew full well that no matter what he said or did in those moments to console the other, that he too would be ushered away and silenced for sheer ease of transfer.

The last he saw of Jervis was his teeth sinking into the hand of a guard that happened to get too close.

Sat at the chessboard and examining his pieces, The Riddler knew full well that there was no winning. Then again, he never exactly played to win. Especially when his opposition was none other than the resident hermit misanthropist... the male one at least. Ivy was good company, or so he had heard, but Edward was in no mind to spiral down into a wreckless heap of loathing and darkness.

That had been nearly a week ago, and Edward wasn't one to worry necessarily, but for someone who had begrudgingly grown on him there was a small itch twisting in his stomach.

---

He was a brilliant engineer, a man with goals and ideas that shone brighter than any other inmate in that whole goddamn facility. The only reason he was forced back time and time again was because of his apathy to collateral damage and... possibly because of the...small if not completely insignificant breakdowns he had after staying up for days on end.

"Being quiet ain't a good look on you, Ed."

The Riddler, as he considered himself to be around most inmates, looked up to the man across from him with a distant hum. He soon piped up with a cocky grin, "Not all genius is aloud, Jon!"

This caused the Scarecrow to raise a brow, the small clack of a queen checking his king deafening the air.

"Minesweeper's more my style," Edward grumbled to himself, though the sour expression dropped immediately for a coy grin. "Best of seven?"

Jonathan sighed a strained groan before taking the pieces to rearrange back to their status quo. "You aren't playin'."

"I'm the only one sat across from you, Jonathan, I know your eyesight's shot like hell but this is a little much!" Edward laughed, melodic from his chest with his head thrown back, black tufts of hair obscuring his eye ever so slightly.

The deadpan sent his way did little for Edward as he settled himself.

"Ah. You were serious."

"Ed, if you wanted to convince me that your genius was all in your head you wouldn't have spent so many years squakin' like a crow burnin' in the god damn sun."

He furrowed his brows at his present company's comparison, about to speak before interrupted.

"Constantly at such a volume if you wanted to ignore it you couldn't."

The Riddler sunk into his chair at that, eyes cast down to the chess board. He turned it around. Now he was white.

Jonathan pinched the bridge of his arched nose before hunching over the table. "I'm not gonna ask if you're okay --"

"Which I am!"

"Because I don't care. I can read it across your face and I don't need you confirming what I know is right."

Edward remained silent indignantly after that, an emptiness to his gaze. Worry.

"Get a goddammit grip, Edward. You've been alone for too goddamn long."

"Oh, as if you haven't succumbed to the same issues! Don't act so high and mighty!"

"You're losing sleep over an obsessive, psychotic, mad man; I haven't stooped that low!"

Edward snarled to the other, "I don't want them frying the only other somewhat competent brain in the business."

"If your ego wasn't so fragile you'd see so much more, boy."

"Move your fucking piece, Jonathan."

A gentle tune echoed down the halls to each cell, a waltzing melody with the pattering of socks dancing in time accompanying it all mingled with chains scraping along the floor. A jovial laugh bubbled into the air, indistinct chattering coming from afar. Marching beats grew louder as the whistling turned to humming.

The Scarecrow bristled, "Your move to start."

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To say that the rogues wouldn't believe what they were seeing would be a lie. Half of them took the 'mad' in Mad Hatter very literally. The other's not so much.

Edward, however, had seen Jervis' potential on full display while facing off the bat. He had waisted no time in grabbing his vorpal sword and with the determination of a valourant Knight he tried with all his might to slay the burbling jabawock.

Laying on his bed, Edward set his book down before passing a smug grin across to the man held opposite him.

Jonathan barely shifted.

The waltz was melancholic, soft and lilting as it grew closer.

A clamour of a crashing door burst through the gentle ambience. The guards marched forward first, gazes vacant.

Jervis Tetch stood among the men, his ankles bound in chains, torso wrapped in a straight jacket speckled with blood upon the edges. And there was the Hatter, nose bruised and bleeding, hair a tosstled mess, all while he whistled through his buck teeth. Bruised at his cheeks and trailing with a stagger, the man settled across from Edward's cell.

"My Knave," Jervis began, resting his cheek against the clear plexiglass, "Won't you join the dance?"

Edward simply grinned, and while he knew that this would end in the both of them black and blue more so than ever, he simply couldn't deny the other.

#riddlehat #jervis tetch #edward nygma #pestis.fic

[acircusfullofdemons]

ok. im gonna go combine all 3 of my main worldbuilding docs now <3

#luka.txt #worldbuilding #console: phantasmagoria #console: mad as a crow #console: fractured fables #system: eternal labyrinth #gonna test the limits of gdocs today boys!! #if nobody got me ik phanta's worldbuilding doc/lore bible got me . can i get an ''oh dear god what is WRONG with you?!''

[xamassed]

⟬ @kismetkiss ⟭

Satan was honestly pretty excited after a new book he recently bought. It took time to save up from part time jobs, but eventually he was finally able to afford it despite the high price. A book from one of his favorite detective series. It was honestly all he could talk about for months now, so much so he was sure everyone was tired of hearing about it.

However, when he arrived back in his room... The book was nowhere to be seen. His room was messy, yes but he remembered leaving it specifically on his bed for when he returned.

How could it vanish....? He looked around for about half an hour before eventually coming to the conclusion that maybe it was stolen.

That book costed him a fortune so there was only one scumbag he knew who'd do something like this.

Little did Mammon know that Satan was someone who went to great lengths to get revenge on someone.

So the next time he spotted Mammon, he'd clear his throat to get his older brother's attention.

Then holding up a familiar good credit card, and a pair of scissors. All while he smiled.

"It'll start with the card, and then your car and all your other most prized possessions. You should know what I want, Mammon. Give it back." Next time he'll certainly work on putting a curse for annoying brothers to not be able to enter his room without asking first.

"Though, if you end up saying you already sold it then you know what'll happen, right?"

He was frantic, panicked, absolutely desperate. Like his younger brother, he was on a mad search for something he had lost, namely his beloved credit card. Although, he would swear to the deepest layer of the Devildom that she had been sleeping pretty in his wallet that afternoon.

"Where'd ya go, sweetheart?! Is this 'cause I said I'd use ya t'day, and I didn't? I swear, I was gonna! Ya can't stay mad at me forever!" He whined and griped, tossing every room in the House of Lamentation until — there she was, in his brother's hand.

His precious! His most valuable treasure!

And a pair of scissors, sharp edges poised precariously beside the slip of embossed plastic. Whatever excitement Mammon had felt upon seeing her dropped dramatically, glee turning to dread so fast it nearly punched a hole in his gut.

"Hey, Satan! How the hell did ya get your grubby little hands on Goldie? Give 'er back!" He growled his demand, but the ferocity behind it gradually waned as Satan spoke over him.

His card, his car and other prized possessions. That meant the rings he always wore, the wardrobe he spent years curating, the consoles he had pinched and his familiars.

He wouldn't dare. Surely, he would understand that his crows meant as much to him as cats did for the Avatar of Wrath. No one with a single functioning braincell would dare to hurt his murder.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about! Sold what?! I ain't touched anythin' of anyone's today, but it ain't like you'll believe me! No one ever freakin' does. How 'bout instead's blamin' me right away, ya go an accuse someone else?"

Then he remembered that Goldie was his hostage, and that he needed to cooperate in order to ensure that she made it out of this situation whole. Hands up, empty and meant to prove he was vulnerable. He wasn't, but he had to do what he could to convince his extremely peeved brother that he wasn't to blame.

"Look, okay. You're mad, and I get it. It sounds t'me like someone snagged somethin' of yours, and ya want it back. Cool. Totally cool. How about I help ya out? I find out who took it, and ya give me Goldie back?"

#kismetkiss #kismetkiss ; satan #「 ( mammon ; ic ) 」 #「 v. ready to face the mammon? ( mammon ; obey me ) 」 #( mammon is SWEATING ) #( gotta do what he's gotta do sdkjvsdf )

[wanou-dorm]

Facts about Alban

@hourglassstationacademy

If Your wondering Why Alban Has a Bad Relationship with polisionalle , well if It was a Shin Megan’s tensei dorm it would be One thing since they are a Persona dorm well.. let’s just say Nintendo Consoles got the Short end when it came to Persona Related Games as in it only got the Spin offs of Person . Its only Now That a Nintendo console actually Got the main line series … after getting a another Spin-off on the Switch . So Polisonalle avoiding Alban as well as Alban disliking most of them actually makes Sense given these facts .

As For in Universe Reasons why , He Got Pinned between Flynn and Rubina on a bus for a School trip and Was Constantly Being Knocked around by Them especially when they decided to Argue and thats when the Bird Shit comment came up.

Also with His Bad luck was put In a Room with Flynn , Apparently polisionalle ‘s Dorm leader takes way to long in the Bathroom and uses up most of the hot water , According to Alban atleast … he also Sounds like “ a Dying Crow “ when he’s sleeps .

Alban doesn’t usually communicate what made him mad . Which Probably why a lot of the School thinks he’s a Ticking time Bomb or Gets mad for seemingly no reasons.

many people don’t understand how such a hot head became the leader of White sector the Calmest Sector of Nextunia .Answer, Geeze it’s like he not always grumpy and angry

Originally , He’s wasn’t going to be allowed in Combat class because of his Anger issues , But I though it would be kinda of a missed opportunity.

A lot of people though that He was some kind of Cold and Shy Boy before Hearing him Speak.

According , To Plutus , Alban dosen’t seem to Dislike his Body and That it’s more than he doesn’t like to be Reminded all the time about being

“ a pipsqueak

Short stack

hummingbird

small fry

A little cutie

little Guy

short stuff

being able to Fit inside( insert small space here ) “

Phera has ask why he doesn’t Try and change his Body through a potion or Something . He answered Kinda makes Sense

“ I don’t see the point in changing my Body to match other’s expectations, If I changed I feel like I’m losing .”

his twin Brother also Don’t like the Idea of Alban Changing his body drastically

“ We don’t want you to become Dumb and Stupid like… Gregory,a Ugly Melodramatic, Weirdo like Flynn or Scary and creepy like The Leech twin.”

this Based off a Scene Hyper dimension Neptunia Vll wher C-sha , Nepgear,Rom and Ram seen a Dream of Blanc getting the mature body she always wanted only for C- Sha, Rom and Ram to say Blanc sounds a lot more Jerkish and Arrogant

Why Do Get the Idea that Alban’s Idea of Handsome and mature is Worse(better) That Blancs .

Alban has Beaten Flynn in gambling , In Bird boy’s Defense they were Playing Koi koi and Alban Made him use Hanafuda cards . He still can’t beat this man at Koi Koi .

Alban and his brothers are said to look “like People from Onigashima or The Land Of Dragons “ instead of European .

Alban has Outrigh confirmed he’s a Monsterblood and was “ born” from Monster Blood Wishes and Desires that he Partially transforms in HDD.

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[mason-says-blog]

As the sun rose over Yelamu, I heard a pair of crow lovers call out

 “Healing is not a gold rush”.

And though I want to deny the very blunt message, they are right; 

recovery is an ongoing journey of transformation. It is innocence and truth within horror and bliss —

Both straightforward requests and meeting the demands of the sky and soil

A deep knowing that whenever I refuse the scraps of black suffering and indigenous devastation, I pierce the veil of ancestral grief —  for all that I have mastered and continue to know absolutely nothing about, I invite you all to dream – may we remain in the warmth of miracles, prayer, knowledge, balance, gratitude, medicine, kindness, and community usefulness, 

I have seen Heavens embrace

and In the age of endings, returned to earth

Using action and fire gave me a new life

 Stillness and water to begin consoling the dead

The two spirits' duty to become columns of compassion and madness

speaking unruly, beautiful truths is not one I take lightly

Glistening long hair, wooden rings, rugged rocks in each pocket, and smooth gold on my neck

All transforming the lead of this world through a delicate process 

Safely bathing in Liquid Metal of emotional harmony 

knowing the old-world rituals offered only to a few

Prioritizing Access over assets so that divine expression can manifest in all I do

Amid times of delusion and lies

sipping nectars of alchemical elixirs

whirling in flames of acceptance

and scorching pastures of self-doubt 

everything that could interest grief-stricken sweethearts 

commands my devotion

both holy and sinful; two parallel spirits, the clown boy and woman warrior

[smbilodeau]

The Lava Song of J. Alfred Spewsrock

An homage/pastiche/parody of T. S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." Parts of this were written by my friends Kiwi Carlisle, Barbara Weitbrecht, and Mario Rups during a collaborative and playful thread on Facebook where the thought of mermaids and volcanos and old J. Alfred were mashed together for inspiration. One mad day four years ago, or so, I took that thread (including my contributions) and finished the remaining missing pieces to produce the below. The best parts are likely theirs.

May you enjoy it at least half as much as we did making it.

The Lava Song of J. Alfred Spewsrock

Let us go then, you and I, When the ash-plume towers in the sky Like a pine tree in the works of Pliny. Let us go, through certain webcams and live feeds, The digital seeds Of losing time in whole-day mesmerizing And moments disappeared by burning hells; Feeds that trickle, molasses lava flowness Of bright and burning slowness To lead you to the island-building earth's spill Oh do not touch magma's flood Let us go and see earth's blood

In the room, the women come and go Warning of the lava flow.

The glowing light that rubs the back of the midnight sky, The eager rock that flings itself into the midnight sky, Threw itself into the cold dark of the evening Inchwormed itself into pools that shift and grow Spill, fall, making a track with soot from ash-plume, To build a terrace, bend and fold and creep, Curled against the sea, and sleep.

And indeed there will be time For the fiery flow that seethes along the channel, Melting its path into the burning ground; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a refuge to greet the refugees you meet; There will be time to weep and then console, And time for all the work, and days of tents, And friends that drop some coins into your bowl; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a lonely rooster crowing, And for a hundred fissures still a-glowing Before the taking of a gin and tonic.

In the room, the women come and go Warning of the lava flow.

And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “How to rhyme?” Time to turn back and find fresh air, From the blank spot in the middle of the where -- (They will say: "How the land is growing there!") How to rhyme The pyroclastic flow? In a minute I will know From editors whose revisions to a poet will reverse.

For I have watched them all already, watched them all: Watched Kilauea's flows and Agung's smoke, And listened to geologists as they spoke, In conference on Mount Saint Helen's fall In hushed, attentive college conference room. So why am I obsessed?

And I have known the peaks already, known them all -- Peaks that start green tree-capped or white or bare (Then in the rocklight, burn with flame and flare) Is it ash from a peak That makes my knees go weak? Peaks that split along a fault, or mount and grow tall, Is that why I am obsessed? With how they build and sprawl?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through the ruined village And watched the smoke that rises from the streets, The blue flames burning under empty windows? …

I should have been a pair of dragon-wings Gliding above red rivers to the sea.

And the former town, the steading, mourned so distantly! Erased by stone flowing, Leveled… gone… as rock malingers, Stretching from the cone, there down slopes to the sea, Could I, after basalts, orthogneisses Have the heart to face the lava and its crisis? But tho' I have watched and recorded, watched and replayed, Tho' I have seen the land (and felt its heat) erupt and split and shatter I am no expert -- but it doesn't matter; I have seen the fires of the crater flicker, And I have seen the eternal magma start to float, move quicker, And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all, Below the cones, the calderas, the peaks, Among magma chambers, among some join of earth and sea, Would it have been worth while, To have hunted the heat of lava trial To have stepped where liminal rock has leveled all To seek to find immolating instruction, To say: "I have found knowledge, where the earth bled, Come from the dark for all, burning for you all" -- If one, turning away their face, their head, Should say: "That is not what I want at all; That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the burning and the data from the buried streets, After the papers, after editing, after all the peer reviews in store -- And this, and so much more? -- It is impossible to say just what they mean! But if Google translate could just put the proper words upon the screen: Would it have been worth while If one, adding a comment or replying to a call, And reacting to the post, should say: "That is not it at all, That is not how it works at all."

No! I am not Carl Sagan, nor was meant to be; Am an enthusiast nerd, one that will do To add a punchline, start a thread or two, Advise the lead; no doubt a happy tool, Eager and quick, glad to be a muse, Pedantic, curious, but apt to confuse; At times, indeed, almost supercilious -- Almost at times, the Fool.

I am told … I am told … I have heard more than once that I am too bold

Shall I leave thy heats behind? Do I dare to try to teach? I shall write multiple white papers, and publish them each. I have heard the mermaids singing, sea to beach.

I do not think that you will let me be.

I have seen your blood flow seaward to the waves Raising the white steam of the waves blown back Where your heat melts the rocks white and black.

We have lingered by volcanoes as they spurt And mermaids warn explosive ash will fly, Till lava flowing wakes us, and we fry.