#distord

[ant80in3]

This Canto look so fucking great, as a fan of Wuthering Heights, I'm on the verge of an EGO manifestation.

That far we know Heathcliff is born at Wuthering Heights instead of being adopted like in the novel. I wonder how he ended in the Backstreets so. But anyway he’s still humiliated by his family.

Also everyone say this new association outfit look like Willy Wonka, I just see Alex from Clockwork Orange : ultraviolent boi with bowler hat. Design wise they still didn’t beat the Cinq and Dieci, but on their concept, this Association is already my favorite.

#limbus company #project moon #heathcliff #canto vi #spoilers #This Battle Pass EGO look a fucking savage #Catherine sells Wuthering Heights to Heathcliff very poorly #She must be really hot if Heathcliff still to want to come back despite this catastrophic description. #I need to be 2 weeks later #My passion for Limbus grow deeper #Heathcliff the wet dog of the family #I call the first sinner to distord

[drawingway]

why are we seeing Carmen on the loading screen? :v

#limbus company #project moon #limbus company carmen #loved the Bloodbath screen #is because Heathcliff distorded?

[grusik]

Between the distorted lines by pascalcolin1

#paris13 #femme #woman #reflets #reflection #miroir #mirror #pluie #rain #eau #water #lignes #lines #parapluie #umbrella #déformé #distorded #photoderue #streetview #urbanarte #noiretblanc #blackandwhite #photopascalcolin #50mm #canon50mm #canon flickr

[scalproie]

I need to fucking kill those writers Im no longer joking

#thinking despite myself about the mk12 invasion stuff. #what a fucking scummy thing to do to hanzo. not only doing this to him but also writing him *this* way #and someone called out the misogyny for harumi and theyre 100% right. her being a mere object is no longer subtext. its just text. #they never cared about her as a character and I KNOW we knew that deep down. but it feels so bad to actually see her used as a setpiece #unless she shows up in the storymode and get fleshed out before getting with fucking kuai liang. but even then. #its a distorded version of her character. she's not ACTUALLY “harumi” as kuai is not actually scorpion when for 30 years hes been sub zero #and as for kuai in this fucking love triangle scenario im pissed off as well but for personal reasons so it doesnt count. #god this sucks sooo fucking bad. when I said ages ago I wouldve liked a scorpion return to villainy this isnt what i fucking meant #when I wanted to see more harumi this isnt what I fucking meant #when I half-expressed a want to see kuai romantically involved with SOMEONE *wink🏳️‍🌈wink* THIS ISNT WHAT I FUCKING MEANT #tagging later

[dram4ticbitch]

I'm tired of not being able to look in the mirror and at the same time being dependent on it, of wanting to vomit, of crying at night, of feeling anxious every day, of being happy when I don't eat and disappointed when I do, of feeling insufficient, of not seeing changes in my body, of hating myself, of wanting to cut myself and of doing it again, of wanting to die, of not being able to live a normal life for fear of being judged, of feeling insecure, of not having courage. I'm tired of being me

#tired #i'm so fucking tired #eating disoder #tw edtwt #ed #tw eating things #sick and tired #anxiety #anxious #anxi4ty #anorexia #anor3xic #bulimia #bpd #purgative distorder

[hunset]

um why do almost all job applications now ask you if you have anxiety

#they call it a disability #but ofc all anxiety distorders are considered a disability #anyway #kinda annoying that they get that information out of you

[maze-arts]

So... I've been thinking about the origins smp tma au fear assigments that @arrowsandspades had... I may have made a phil concept design /concept idea if it's a kinda human au...

And chibi Nikki and Phil designs concepts :)

#not pictured: #Nikki has gils but idk... she's blending in :) #my art #maze talks about stuff #maze doodles #osmp tma au #might just take it if left to my own devices long enough #ignore how Phil's face is distorded... i was trying to stay awake when doing it

[hawksheadcanonblog]

Headcanon - Dave and Kurt are actually friends. They just don’t realize it since they’re internet friends that met through shared interest in multiplayer online video games and have never done any video chats with each other.

#neither have good mics so they didn't recognize each others voices #they had a moment of 'oh I know that voice somehow' but the voice in their head for each other is distorded #I stand by the fact that these two should be friends #Kurt Dietrich #Dave Panpa #Henry Stickmin #Henry Stickmin Collection #HSC #HSC Headcanon #Headcanon

[urllullur]

#nature #love #art #arte #latinoamerica #rosas #flores #flowers #pink flowers #naturaleza latina #flores rosas #rosas rosas #pink roses #distorded art #abstract art #glitch art #glitched flowers #glitch #gay #vegan #urllullur

[boygirlctommy]

'you'd ally with your sister's killers!' 0_0 oH NO

#my post #ripposting #WHERES THAT BIG DISTORDED EMOJI THATS LIKE 😳 BUT WORSE #DOES HE ACTUALLY FR KNOW?? IS THIS HAPPENING OR THIS THIS MORE 'MENTAL WARFARE'????? #DPES HE KNOW IT WAS LIZZIE IM SCREAMING

[cupcakentea]

hi. just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed "Ajar". This book speaks to me in everyway possible and I love it so much. I love youuuu too! Just from the way that you write it's just so lovely and warm. Thank you for everything sending you so much love <3

Hi there lovely anon !

I'm not active in the fandom anymore and tbf barely active on there but it always fills me with deep joy to know that some people still stumble upon my writing and find comfort and connect with it.

Very happy that you did with Ajar, it holds a dear place in my heart !

Thank you for your message, hope you have a good day, evening or night ❤️

#anon #ajar #it was the first 'big' fic i wrote #and it was very very much inspired by my life in London #so its like a tiny distorded (but in a good way) mirror of that time

[valy-gc]

Who is the eighth?

-

I've always said this place is bothering me. Why? Simple. It's not symetrical!!

I may be maniac about this but damn... this is so annoying 😤

I can't be the only one... am I?

Anyway...

Here is my theory/ies.

There is originally 8 "great ones". You know how they are seen as heroes, but as our (player) vision show, it's just that the story have been distorded... twisted. The truth is, certainly, some of their followers told the story in another way and it ended up how the characters in Twisted Wonderland knows it. After all, it happened long LONNNG ago.

BUT! What if one of them had the real story revealed? Like, everyone see him as a hero and suddenly, the truth is found, all the horrible things he did. Then, peoples would clearly not worship that person anymore, right?

So my theory is that there was an eighth one, but his story was revealed. That's also why there is another dorm (Ramshackle). His statue and portrait is certainly hidden somwhere in the depht of NRC... maybe in a basement at Ramshackle?

And so, I thought A LOT about this forgotten "hero". There are a lot that aren't represented in twst. Hook, Gothel, Clayton.... too long to tell them all.

We can eleminate Honest John and Frollo, of course.

Then, a revelation! Disney have actually a "forgotten" movie! A masterpiece in my own opinion, but nobody ever talk about it!

So, this is my guess.

Ramshackle and the eighth great one are the Horned King!!

(pardon my ugly edit)

#disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst theories #the horned king #the black cauldron #ramshackle

[karmonysan]

here in the "MINECRAFT ENTITIES YOU PROBABLY DON'T REMEMBER" section

we have these fools:

HEROALEXBRINE

DISTORDED ALEX

AND BILLY AND BINNY

Seriously...I didn't know these guys existed and there are still a few missing

I thought it was just herobrine or the entity xdxdxd

#karmatv pro animadores #illustration #minecraft ask blog #minecraft lore #minecraft #fanart #minecraft dungeons #minecraft art #artists on tumblr #mineblr #digital art #art dump #art on tumblr #ibispaint art #ibispaintdrawing #art concept

[dram4ticbitch]

I'm tired of continuing to pretend, of continuing to relapse, of continuing to smile even if everything is wrong, tired of wanting to die, of seeing my body and of wanting to vomit, of accepting myself only sexually, tired of crying in silence...

#eating disoder #purgative distorder #depressing #bpd #tlp #tw edtwt #ed #tw eating things #sick and tired #im sad and tired #very tired #i'm so fucking tired

[rippoorlydrawnyanderesimulator]

Anonymous asked:

Pov:the delinguents can be the only one who can bully the shit out gaku

Anonymous asked:

Gaku is a distord kitten

#yandere simulator #Umeji Kizuguchi #Hokuto Furukizu #Gaku Hikitsuri #Dairoku Surikizu #Hayanari Tsumeato #musume ronshaku

[vic-draws-sometimes]

What Happened.

Another shitty fic completely indulgent to myself. I drew too much and now my arm hurts, so instead I write. Expect more.

Trigger warning for description of gore, only for a sentence.

It had all happened too fast. One second, he was running through empty and abandoned streets, the other he was being thrown on a brick wall, the ringing of an explosion in his ear.  

didn’t know how it happened, when, but something exploded right in front of him. It wouldn’t have been an issue, usually, but his headset got thrown out in the aftershock.  

Suddenly his head was too light, his ears too cold and there were way too much fucking noises. Where were they coming from?  

Where is it?  

Where’s his headset?  

He could hear screams in the distance, explosions, gunshots.  

Finally, after what felt like an hour, but was probably only seconds, he got back on his feet, swaying lightly. He got his bearings, but before he could find his headset, bullets were flying his way, hitting the brick wall he was using as leverage.  

‘’Gotta get out o’ here, first.’’ Easy thing to say, but he didn’t have time to think much. Ghost was an open target here.  

Taking back his sniper, he ran to the closest building. Once under cover, he reached for his radio, only to find it busted, aboslutely destroyed.  

‘’Well, shit.’’ He took it and sent it flying somwhere else, no use in keeping deadweight.  

Ghost looked at his hands, noticing only then the huge tremor... And blood.  

One deep breathe... A second.  

‘’Where are you?’’ he asked himself, but came short of an answer. Where... Was he? He could feel panic seep into his veins, his vision blurry. Each noise that came into his ears interupted his thoughts, disturbed his vision and sent him deeper in confusion.  

‘’Who are you?’’ he asked, this time he was sure he would get an answer.  

Simon...  

No, Ghost. He is Ghost. And Ghost gets the job done.  

Gritting his teeth, he pulled up his gun to aim, deadset or killing anything that crossed his distorded vision.  

It felt like watching someone else doing it, from his own point of view. He didn’t feel his skin, could barely feel the warm blood soaking his gear. Eventually, he could barely hear anything either. It was almost peaceful, if he wasn’t panicking.  

Ghost doesn’t know how long he sat there, shooting, reloading, moving forward. Repeat. His head was empty, as his stare was.  

When he came back to his body, the location had changed, and it was eerly quiet.  

‘’No... Come back...’’ he muttered, touching his skin only to find it cold and unresponsive. Was he dead? He pulled his bloody gloves off, his hands stained red and trembling. He touched his own skin again, scratched it, but couldn’t feel a thing.  

‘’Get back!’’ He took off his helmet, throwing who knows where. His balaclava was next. ‘,Get back, get back. Get back!’’ he said again and again, as he scratched his face and neck, but felt nothing but cold, dead skin.  

He pulled his hair, hit his head, but it didn’t do anything. He was considering hitting it on the cement floor, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain at his waist.  

Felt it...  

Looking down and lifting his layers on clothing, he could see red. Red everywhere, and a hole in his skin. He touched around it and sure enough, felt the pain. Relieved, he touched it again, and cried in pain as he dug his finger in his own flesh.  

His ears buzzed, his whole body reacting and he even felt his arms again as he started feeling dizzy from the loss of blood.  

“...-ost!’’  

Ghost closed his eyes, revelling in the pain.  

‘’Ghost! … Ghost? ‘’  

The voice was clearer, but felt like a dream. He knew it, because so often he would dream of that voice.  

Johnny.  

‘’Simon! Oh sweet God what are you doing?!’’  

Simon? Who is this?  

Slowly, Ghost opened his eyes. He could see the face of Johnny, the rest was a blur.  

‘’Stop it! Are you trying to die?!’’ He sounded panicked as he picked Ghost’s hands away from his wound. Holding them both in one hand, he spoke into his mic.  

‘’Found him, but he’s badly hurt. I’m not sure if he’s conscious. ‘’ Ghost wanted to get back on his feet, tell him he was conscious and totally fine, actually. But he could barely get away from his hold.  

‘’What do you mean you don’t know if he’s conscious? Are his eyes open? Is he responsive?’’ Ghost registered this voice as Price. Oh Price, always so worried...  

‘’Simon? Do you hear me? Look at me, please...’’ Why did Johnny sound so worried? He was fine, now... Was he?  

He nodded once, his head almost dropping.  

‘’Thank God. Stay with me, alright? We’ll get you out of here.’’ He turned on his comm again, this time leaving it on.  

‘’Looks like he loks his headset, explains the silence. He’s got a big wound on the abdomen... Not sure if it’s from a bullet or something else.’’ Soap was on unfamiliar territory, here. Normally he’d be able to tell what sort of wound it is with a look, but with how much Ghost touched it... He can still barely believe what he saw. Why did he do that? Why did he look like that?  

‘’Ask him questions about where and who he is.’’ Price told him, which puzzled him further. Why would Ghost not know where he is? Was he thinking of a concussion?  

‘’Simon? Hey, look at me. Do you know who you are?’’ Ghost looked as much confused as he was, he opened his mouth to speak but didn’t say anything. Then... Shaked his head.  

It took a second for Soap to realize he got an answer. Still, he pressed on.  

‘’Do you know where you are?’’ another shake, and he was feeling panic seep in.  

‘’Simon... Do you know who I am?’’ There was a pause at that, and he heard a faint ‘’John’’ being whispered. 

‘’Soap, what’s going on? Talk to me. ‘’  

‘’He’s confused, sir. He needs a medic right away. He lost a lot of blood. ‘’  

‘’We’ll get you an evac ASAP, give me your location. ‘’ And so he did, and a only a couple of agonizing minutes later a rendez-vous point was established.  

Ghost stayed conscious, amazingly. As conscious as he could be. He was relatively calm on the walk to the meeting site, an open area so the heli could land. Soap had almost his full weight on him, dragging him.  

He set him down to sit against a wall once they reached the location, then tried to put Ghost’s mask on. Only, Ghost wasn’t letting him.  

‘’C’mon, I know you’ll kill me later if I let you show your face to others...’’ But Simon only whined pitifully, pushing him away weakly and trying to escape from him.  

‘’What’s gotten into you...’’ Just as he was about to reach back for the injured man, the sound of the plane approching reached their ears, and Simon reached for Johnny, crying and covering his ears.  

Soap used this opportunity to force the balaclava down, then hugged his Lieutenant against him. The more sounds there were, the more Simon screamed and wailed, trying to hit his head, but Soap was holding him back.  

Medics got down the plane with a bed, and Soap manhandled Ghost on it. He was now trashing around, trying to hit the medics, unfamiliar faces.  

‘’Ghost stop! They’re here to help!’’ Soap said, but it clearly didn’t get throught. He turned his attention to the medics, holding the large man down.  

‘’I don’t know why he’s like that, he’s hurt at the abdomen and needs blood. And... Less sounds.’’ The last part was a guess. He didn’t know what was happening, only knew that he hated seeing his dear Lieutenant in this state.  

In the end, Ghost was given a sedative, and Soap followed him to the base.  

He waited for Ghost to be brought back from surgery, then, waited at his bedside for him to wake up. He had questions, a lot. But mainly, he wanted to know if Simon was alright.  

Just as Johnny was about to doze off, he heard the rustling of the sheets. Simon was awake.  

He quickly took his hand, too cold for his liking, into his own.  

‘’Simon? How do you feel? Do you... Do you know who I am?’’ Johnny asked, hesitant. Simon looked at him for a second longer, studying his face.  

‘’Johnny...’’ His voice was raspy, but Johnny was simply glad to hear it. But it wasn’t all he needed to know. He took a long inhale.  

‘’And... Do you know who you are?’’ This time, it took longer, but he got an answer nontheless.  

‘’Simon Riley... Ghost. Where am I? What happened?’’ Johnny thought he sjould be the one asking this, but he tried to answer anyway.  

‘’At the hosital base. What’s the last thing you remember?’’ His hand didn’t leave his, soothing circles for both Simon and himself.  

‘’We... Dropped off, separated...’’ Simon trailed off, searching his memory.  

‘’I think a grenade was thrown at me?... Lost my headset... I’m not sure after that.’’ That lines up with what the doctor told Johnny. He was about to speak again, but saw tears in Simon’s eyes, his pupils darting from one side to the other. He was in his own head again...  

‘’Hey, look at me. You’re okay now, you’re safe...’’ And that seemingly was what broke the dam, tears fell out quickly as Simon grimaced. He brought Soap’s hand to his face, hiding behind it.  

‘’ ‘m sorry...’’ he whispered.  

‘’You don’t have to apologize for anything, it wasn’t your fault, it...’’  

‘’No.’’  

Johnny’s sentence was interupted. Simon tried to steady his breathe.  

‘’No, I know what happened, I... It happened before. I’m sorry, I was useless. I can’t control it...’’  

Seeing him break down like this... Johnny couldn’t stand it. He stood up only to sit down on the bed, taking Simon’s head to his chest, kissing his forehead.  

‘’I told you, it’s okay. I... I’m sorry I didn’t know, I wish I could’ve helped you...’’. 

They were a mess, crying together and apologizing, holding each other like a pair of scared kids.  

#ghostsoap #autistic simon ghost riley #Im not a writer #Im however autistic