#suffer my tag rambling

[fox-guardian]

man this sucks (<- likes a niche character that hardly has any fan content)

#ramblings with major #im like half the danny tag blease im suffering #i need more of my guy #happy fun wholesome stokers When #there is some but i need More #especially in fic form

[pigdemonart]

I think its really cute that Manuel gets the most love from comments! I think he deserves it, because even I have dubbed him as the Best Boy. But, Mani has mixed feelings about receiving praise and being considered the favorite. He’d sooner think people are lying to him than believe they actually like him that much. Because, why would they?

His view of himself comes from years of being stuck in the middle.

#los brujos #manuel #adrian #victor #my art #IF I CAN just get a little heavy in the tags for a sec #cw: talking about race and body image stuff #not mentioned in this little comic because i didnt want it to be TOO sad #manuel was bullied a lot in school and it affected his self confidence a looot #technically they ALL were to an extent #but Manuel had a very hard time not only being big but also Black #people were unkind and he felt better disappearing to avoid getting sneers from anyone #but that was pretty much impossible when he became so tall #though puertorican culture has a huge African/Black influence it still suffers from colorism and racism #and it would be dishonest to write a story about afroboricuas and not touch that subject even slightly #i just didn’t feel like info dumping in a comic about ALL THAT #cuz really the anons were just being cute #sorry to ramble

[martyrbat]

batman: the knight #6

[ID: Bruce Wayne crying after shooting someone. He throws the shotgun down and stutters out, “I d-didn't- I didn't have a choice, I-”. The man he shot warns him, “you may not even survive...” as Bruce starts to sob. END ID]

#crybaby bruce #my favourite bruce ! #always just thinking of the second panel... #he has tissues built into the cowl he's still just crying #anyways. posting these because i been writing a little thing for afterwards and how he has to cover him and khoa being there #then also make the cabin look 'lived in' (oh irony) and i have him carrying his dead mentor and putting luka's fingerprints on things #before having to take care of the body and then still travel and find the next mentor in his mission because its all thats left #also some fun survivalist bruce in getting out without any supplies purely bc my blorbo is gonna suffer <333 #bruce wayne #can i apologize to myself for for rambling in my own tags #posts from the crypt #crypt's panels #c: batman: the knight | i: 6 #btk

[spidey-is-tired]

"you're a symphony, I'm just a sour note" what if I screamed what if I got this tattooed on my arm what if I cried

#pj this is your fault #< that is my equiv of a dedicated to pj tag atp #waterparks #matt rambles #i cant get the line out of my head so yall suffer w me

[deathskrang]

i think about zim and the tallest and their inherently, nearly parasitic relationship to each other a lot.

i think about how all of them are, objectively, mostly blind to this fact as well, zim blinded by the swift and stark obedience that he performs under the delusion that he is doing something for the good of his leaders and his empire, and the tallest blinded by their total arrogance and rage over the fact that zim cannot read any of their cues that he is a nuisance. still, it is so obvious that the back and forth is there.

i know that this particular example probably wasn't purposeful in florpus and was mostly just so the audience could see dib's point and the narrative similarities between zim and him, but i think a lot about zim's silence when dib says, "you know, my dad doesn't appreciate what i do, either" after zim explains how the tallest are not coming to bring him back home. i think a lot about that. the impact and the implications behind one simple sentence from dib. i imagine, to zim, this sort of felt like a slap in the face. the first word besides "my tallest" that's ever explained how zim wants them, how zim, in his own way, almost loves them. and it's a word from earth. it's a word that implies a built in, unconditional caring between human beings. it's a word that zim had just said in a mocking tone of voice to dib moments ago in reference to his plan to replace his real dad. and, suddenly, in a single instance, the weight of the word has seemed to hit him.

i think the saddest part of this parallel is that dib has the understanding that because he and his dad are biologically related, unconditional love is the expected thing, it's the supposed natural progression of things. zim and the tallest, though—they don't have any of that. you could argue that they're barely even acquaintances. there is no understanding of what is supposed to happen with them. there is no built in hope of having them step up to the plate the way dib hopes with his dad. i don't think zim truly understands this, though. as if zim can completely comprehend isolation. isn't that apart of an invader's duty? isn't that what he was trained to do? and isn't zim an invader? isn't he?

after all of this, after all of florpus, long after dib had first used that word, dad, in relation to the tallest, how dib said his dad doesn't appreciate what he does, one of the last things zim asks the tallest as he is witnessing their last moments across that transmission is: does this please you? in other words, do you appreciate what i have done for you?

dialogue wise, this is emotionally wrecking enough, but i think, visually, it is equally if not more disarming and depressing. i really, really, really love the imagery of the scene right before it cuts to the tallest burning in their puppet florpus flames. because it's a silly visual gag, yes, two flailing tallest puppets—but zim talking to two distorted tallest silhouettes, not noticing (or, rather, caring about) the difference between this and their usual way of appearing when they're in a transmission—zim talking to a literal representation of how the tallest have always existed in his head, as two distorted silhouettes, as delusions—that is insanely succinct in describing the true detriment of zim and the tallest's relationship to each other, at least to me.

this is, in my opinion, the most fucked up imagery in florpus, maybe even the entire series to me—and, most likely, none of the invader zim crew meant it to come across quite like that. zim's performance of normalcy in the face of what he is unaware is the tallest's last living moments. the delayed video feed in the transmission, shortly followed by complete and utter panic from the tallest, who were possibly oblivious to the fact that zim had even contacted them amongst their chaos. zim almost seeming as if he is staring at his own reflection in the screen rather than right at the tallest. a physical representation of what their entire relationship has been built on since the beginning—a blurry idea, a vague delusion of a bond that is in actuality no more than a fatal, life long misunderstanding on each end. it's the most palpably gut wrenching thing in the whole film for me, and i don't care that none of it was probably meant to pack that type of punch. it's always hit me hard.

#invader zim #zim #the tallest #tallest red #tallest purple #dib membrane #my return to tumblr after four months is an unnecessarily long and half assed spiral about unintentional angst #i never talk about my perspective of things within canon publicly but i think So Much about zim and the tallest #i only ever ramble about this type of thing in private with my equally as insane friends #a lot of this is actually strung together direct from many conversations about this topic with friends lmfao #i looooove constructing my stream of consciousness thoughts into actually coherent things #also doubt that anybody is gonna gaf about this post or these tags but pls don't tag as prazr lol #i like my zims to suffer the way jhonen intended #free of any romantic attachment and solely within his own strained view of the world

[fumifooms]

Heyoooo. I wanted to say, I'm sorry about that mean-ass, insulting anon you got a while back. That ask ended up pissing me off so bad I ended up actually reading your Marchil analysis posts. Originally, I was meh and kinda confused when the ship showed up in Ao3 because I didn't see what people liked about it. Reading your posts about how they were narrative foils opened my mind more, and I realized, Oh shit yeah there's a lot of potential in this ship for how these two can develop each other.

Part 2: Marcille and Chilchuck may not have scenes like the infamous bath scene with Farlin, but the concept of someone who's terrified of being alone, the reality of her friends' mortality, a hopeless romantic catching feelings for a repressed, divorced man whose wife left him--okay yeah, I absolutely understand the appeal of this ship. Marcille would be like, Why the fuck is my heart thrumming for this sharp-tongued bitch, and also the terror from falling in love with someone so short-lived Part 3: Either way, love your analysis posts. I am going to be contemplating the potential of Marcille and Chilchuck for a long while. There is something so tragically sweet about it

You get it, you really do… I could list off everything I love about them but I’d be here forever because it’s literally everything and there are so many fun ways to spin it… You’re very right about them being tragically sweet, overall where their arcs meet the most is "Loving is something worth doing even with the risk of loss", and I say risk but really it’s more the inevitable eventuality of it as canon does love to point out. If you want the reward of being loved you must go through the mortifying ordeal of being known. No love however brief is wasted. Let me see you and stay. It’s very much sort of the final boss to their arcs for them to get invested in each other in such a way, to get involved romantically— emotionally with someone knowing what’s coming and that she barely has two decades left with him (who mistreats his health so much he very well could die early), and to shoot your shot for something new with hope in your heart and enough confidence that you’re worth loving. He’s not a prince charming but to her he sort of is, all virtuous husband this reliable dependable Chilchuck that, all "you may be flawed but I’ll still romanticize your qualities and convince you that you and your love for your beloved are something worth fighting for".

What if I was old bread that solidified to be hard as rock and you were like warm soup and by soaking in your presence I softened……… What if you stubbornly grew on me like yeast and it brought out my flavor like beer as I opened up and allowed you in………. What if your hair was golden, the epitome of beauty to me, and my hair turned silver, your worst nightmare……. I think about them a normal amount

#And as always i am working on my marcille & chil arc analysis it’s just taking forever n also my job is ramping up rn… #Ask #Ask was sent on april 8th for the record #Dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #Marchil #it has it all. the halfling and the elf the social expectations the self-inflicted repression… #Like I don’t think there’ll ever be another ship like marchil tbh #Chilchuck tims #marcille donato #The post is so serious now but in tags I can say: ty this sorta ask means a lot to me!! Stays on the mind and makes me feel positive #In good news. We are suffering from our success (happy 60 fics on ao3!!) but we are also winning from our sufferings (hello spite shippers) #For every marchil hate comment a new marchil shipper is made sorry i don’t make the rules #This is a good summary of the ship’s appeal i feel… Non-exhaustive of course but still #Peace and love on planet earth <3 #Fumi rambles

[oneread]

Imagine being the head of a two-bit gang who gets roped into raising some feral children for a sorta crooked cop from your hometown so he doesn’t turn you into the feds because he doesn’t want them to grow up in danger because of their family criminal connections but he also won’t bother raising them himself and then basically the second the youngest is grown and out of your eyesight this fucking deadbeat is trying to get them arrested and/or executed for being criminals even though he forced you, a literal criminal, to be their only consistent adult supervision

Dadan is gods strongest warrior for not killing Garp and framing that bigass tiger

#one piece #rambling #curly dadan #one piece spoilers #idk what specific arc to tag sorry #no punctuation suffer my stream of consciousness

[moxymaxing]

normal oak 🤯

#worlds most transgender boy #anyways cooors and shit it’s hard #that has got to be the worst misspelling of colors where is autocorrect when I need it #also ive been thinking about my bad power fantasy guys. yeah it’s terminal #if my next art post is them then I need everyone to be very patient with me im going through the horrors #(<- it could be so so much better if the artist could just take my hand and be normal about women) #tbh a lot of my problems with it have to do with how the artist is. but I can only find very bad machine translations of the novel </3 #i suffer every day for what. for no pd this saturday. #that’s enough rambling in the tags thank you #normal oak #mart #dndads s2

[marivenah]

Gothic Heroine Meiker - I was tagged by @cloudofbutterflies92 for this pretty meiker and saw @captastra do this one, too! I don't have any AUs for ocs to fit this style, so I went with some original clowns! + also tagged by @alexxmason thank you! also including the previous picrew for more accurate looks..

[redacted] (original) - demon princess || Morgana (original) - queen of the dark realm

tagging (opt in/out): @risingsh0t @carlosoliveiraa @onehornedbeast @nightbloodbix @finding-comfort-in-rain @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @voidika @thedeadthree @shadowglens @corvosattano @purplehairsecretlair @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @kyber-infinitygems @leviiackrman @stardustbee @roofgeese @inafieldofdaisies @gwynbleidd @cassietrn @ri-a-rose

#meiker tag #first girl is redacted because she legit doesn't have a name yet 😶 #she's the one from the new idea i mentioned the other day... #i love her look in the picrew too much to not include 😩 #finally figured out what to do with my girl morgana! she has a place and family now #speaking of which #pls pretend the ghost is black instead and wears a fancy hat. that's her husband <3 #i'm lowkey obsessed with them and i wish i could ramble about them 😭 #i'm?? so emotional about them. they have such a Bad Time before things get better to eventually getting catastrophic #why do they have to suffer i ask while i am solely responsible for it

[chiprewington]

imagine brute forcing yourself to learn blender just so you can modify toontown models to look more like your vision

#chip revvington #chainsaw consultant #toontown #ttcc #corporateclash #corporate clash #toontowncorporateclash #toontown corporate clash #my art #i guess i can put this in that tag? his body is thicker. his hat has a fluffy trim now. he's also got glossy eyelids/eyebags #lotsa little mods that make him more like how i see him (warning incoming ramble about my interp) #absolutely fucking massive unit that weighs like 4 metric tonnes #pure solid steel behemoth #nearly 12 feet tall (11 feet 7 inches) #his joints get worn down so easily everything aches #his only ventilation is through his neck the moment its too hot he's suffering #he is NOT built for optimization. only raw strength #and yet because of all this he cannot do field work. office work is more his thing

[manhattan-gamestop]

I think tumblr is better at talking about the severity of Covid than a lot of platforms, but the posts I see on here do a terrible job at highlighting that you can do everything right and *still get it*. And I don't say that to be a pessimist, but because it can be incredibly invalidating for people who have been masking, up-to-date on boosters, etc. and got Covid bc even though we did everything we could, it still feels like our fault that we had it. So if that describes your experiences with Covid I just wanna say I see you, I feel you, and you are not alone

#while the physical parts of Covid sucked it destroyed my mental health worse than all of it #in part bc of that rhetoric #it left me with the sentiment that I was suffering because it was my fault #even tho I still wear masks everywhere I go and got the booster last month #and yeah you could say that a post telling you to do these things doesn't apply to you if you already are #it still has that underlying stigmatization that Covid is at the blame of the person who contracts it #tracking tag #rambling #current events

[okkennymay]

Kenny! Como estas? Tiene mucho que no te veo por Tumblr y me preocupe un poco :(

No exijo nada, solo deseo que estés muy bien!

Abrazos abrazos! 💖💖🤗❤❤

I'm sorry to worry yah, Thank you so much for your sweet words and art 💖 I've been quietly shuffling about in the shadows, still putting one foot in front of the other (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Interacting with people and posting online still takes more out of me than I have to give, but I've made progress using Tumblr messages! It was my new years resolution to be online more, continue to fight my fear of people and the curse of my bodys health failing every time I talk to someone or post ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ and Now month 3 I have managed to finally answer an ask, so more progress has been made! Thank you again from the bottom of my heart for your ask and art, I'm saving it forever in a little folder to stare at when I need courage 💖

#I'm crying a lil #THis is so sweet [SOBS] #I lose my absolute mind when ever anyone draws my kens i feel so loved #look out kennys rambling in the tags again #I didn't quite make it to a 5 month streak no major health episodes and it's been taking forever to recover from the damage done #I was so spoilt by going so long without one and I was so so so so so so hopeful I was never going to have one again #but hey almost 5 months is a miracle in itself that i never thought could happen- shit made me sob in my backyard like a baby #Not being terrified of severe pain and suffering and potentially death every single month is really nice-my bodys still hecked but i'm happ

[sluckythewizard]

BUT IM NOT A WRITER. something strange possessed me to write my first proper fanfic in maybe a decade. be niceys to me but also grill me so i can get stronger. this one is a stupidly self indulgent bit between Soda and Emizel, a day or so after emizel was sired. CW for gore descriptions, but thats about it i think. image below is a snippet of the start. the rest of the whole dang thing will be under the cut. ive never posted fanfic ever in my life. read my tags for secret behind da scenes commentary

"Oh shit… I think hes dead…" It was another night, another patrol, another fight, and another win, for Emizel and Soda.

Under moonlight, under street light, under interwoven wires above, the two stood here in a quiet and damp alleyway. The air was drenched with the smell of a previous rain, and the puddles of said storm remain huddled in corners and pot holes.

One splashed as soda found himself stepping forwards into one. The residual adrenaline of the fight had left his body shaking, his heart still pounding, his wounds still throbbing. They had still won; or more-so, Emizel had won. A particularly nasty blow to the side had Soda reduced to the side lines for most of the fight, left to watch as his newly vampiric comrade had absolutely eviscerated the competition.

Emizel had only been turned a day ago, but it was impossible not to notice how it had changed him. He already acted so goddamn confident, so on top of the world, and this newfound power, newfound speed and strength, only built upon his insane ego.

The Fangs that they encountered here on this night stood no fucking chance. Emizel was too quick, too strong, and he easily chased off the rivals. It was only now, as the final unfortunate opponent had turned to flee, a clean clock in the jaw sent the human tumbling to the ground with a dull thump, and it did not move afterward.

Soda shifts his shoe out of the puddle, the cold seeping into his sock being one of the few things keeping his mind in his body in the moment. Is the guy breathing?

A low laugh bleeds from Emizel as he stretches his arms, licking his sharpened teeth as he stares off in the direction the remaining Fangs went. Soda knew that look on his face, the look of a tiger pondering on its next kill, he knew well that Emizel wanted to chase them.

But the guy on the ground.. It was one punch to the face, and the wicked crack sound that came from it had planted a seeding dread within Sodas chest.

As he steps forward, around the puddle, the resulting sound made Emizels attention click back over to Soda, the snap of his gaze making Soda flinch.

The two lock eyes, and Soda weakly gestures to the limp body on the floor. "The uh.. I think.. Is that guy dead?" He finally asks, having a hard time keeping contact with Emizels intensely red eyes.

Emizel turns his attention to said body, tilting his head as he goes to kick at the thing, turning it over. "Man no way hes dead, I punched him once." He mutters.

"Well, yeah, but his head almost twisted all the way around when you did.." Soda steps up to stand beside Emizel, the two boys standing with their hands in their pockets, down at this unfortunate, limp body.

"Should we hide it?" Soda asks, glancing back over at Emizel, who had.. An odd look on his face. He was clearly pondering something, but Soda could only guess whatever was going on in that brilliant head of his. He knew and trusted that Emizel was smart. If anyone could figure out what to do about this, it would be him.

But the lack of an answer had anxiety chewing at the back of Sodas rib cage, and after a second, he speaks up again, compelled to fill what he perceived as a tense silence. "Like.. I dunno, I've never uh... killed a guy..." He shrugs, prompting Emizel to let out a big sigh.

"He's not dead man, just out fuckin cold." Emizel kneels down next to the body, putting an ear up to its chest, and pondering on that for a moment. An uncertainty twists his expression, as he decides to instead place a hand on the victims throat, checking for a pulse. A moment passes, and seemingly finding nothing, he pulls back.

"Uh... Okay, so he might be dead."

Something about the confirmation from Emizel made a shiver run up Sodas spine. That, or maybe it was just the breeze agitating the cold water in his shoe.

"Huh… Damn.." Was all that Soda could really get to leave his mouth. Which was hardly a splash compared to the torrent that was slowly churning in his head. They just killed a guy. Or, Emizel just killed a guy. And it was so easy. They had to hide the body now, right? That was the usual progression here? Getting caught for murder was way more extreme than getting caught for breaking mailboxes with soda cans. It was so, so disturbingly easy. It really was just one punch. It's not like the Fangs are weak by any means, so just one punch? And this guy is dead? Forever?

Or, perhaps by human means, their rivals were fairly tough. But Emizel was on a whole other level. No mortal could stand up to him now...

"Hey, are you okay?"

The question had pulled Soda back from his head, his gaze flicking back over to Emizel, who was looking up at him with those eerie, piercing red eyes. Soda felt another shiver.

"Uh, ieah man, I'm all good." Soda nods, swallowing down whatever anxiety was bubbling up in his throat.

But Emizel didn't seem satisfied by his answer, standing back up and staring down his human comrade. Soda couldn't meet his eyes, his gaze instead traveling downward, and pausing on Emizels red, cut-up shirt. There was something off about the color, the way it seemed darker in some spots, brighter in others.. Wait, wasn't Emizel wearing a white shirt before all this?

The vampire boy seems to pick up on Sodas expression, following his eyes down to his shirt. "Oh, yeah! While you were on the floor, the knife guy got me a little" He says, a stupidly simple smile on his face. Soda was about to let out a laugh at how unbothered his friend seemed by it, but it gets caught in his throat when Emizel goes to pull his shirt up.

The sound of the bloodied fabric peeling away from skin made Sodas own skin crawl, but that wasn't nearly as bad as the sight of the intense gash running from his collar bone, down to his stomach.

"Oh, fuck dude!" Soda gasps, but Emizel laughs it off. Even despite knowing Emizel well, Soda was still surprised by just how much Emizel could shrug off. "Shit, doesn't that hurt, dude?"

"Oh yeah this fucking hurts!" he says with a laugh, his smile big and toothy and proud as he presents this egregious wound. Swollen and angry, pulsing with a slow heartbeat, and still oozing with thick, dark blood.

The sight of the split flesh, and the glints of bone beneath the dark, dark red all tugged at Sodas gag reflex, and yet he couldn't pull his eyes away. So Emizel's just been walking and talking so normally this whole time with his chest just cleaved wide open? Soda felt just as impressed as he felt horrified.

It wasn't until Emizel reaches down to poke at the abhorrent wound that Soda snaps out of it. Watching his friend press his fingers into the bloodied flesh, and slowly pulling it apart, allowing more ichor to seep from the gash, it was too much to watch at this point.

Soda reaches up to put a hand on Emizels wrist, the vampire boy stopping, and looking up at his friend.

Soda found himself freezing again when he locks eyes with Emizel. He was going to say something now, right? "U-uhm.." Is all he really chokes out, giving Emizels wrist a gentle tug. "D-do you. Uh. I suppose a hospital Isn't a place you can go anymore..?"

Emizel just smirks at that, letting Soda pull his hand away from the wound. "Oh, yeah no, but it's fine. I mean, I don't think it's gonna kill me" He shrugs. It was so, so impressive just how unphased Emizel was by all this. Fuck he's actually so cool.

"Well yeah man but it's like, still a bleeding hole. Like you're soaked in blood dude, I'm pretty sure that even a vampire needs that stuff on like, the inside." Soda rubs the back of his head, still unnerved by the sight of it all. "Vampires have like, super healing, don't they?"

"Oh yeah like, regeneration powers. I know I heal faster sometimes but I dunno how to just, activate it on command.." Emizel hums, his eyes narrowing down at his own injury, as if trying to will it into mending. Soda looks away, unable to watch that vile gash ooze any longer.

"I dunno man, how do they do it in like, video games?" Soda tosses the question out, trying to click together some sort of solution in his own head.

"Uhhh.. Huh, video games.." Emizel repeats to himself, chewing on the thought while idly poking at the laceration; until an idea audibly flickers to life in his head. "Oh, I just gotta refill my blood meter. Or whatever."

"Oooh yeah, blood meter!" Soda perks up, "Of course, see this is why you're the brains, man" Soda smiles, glancing back over to his cool friend, but immediately needing to look away again when the sight of that egregious gash tugs bile back into his throat.

While Soda averts his eyes, Emizels eyes wander back over to the body, and that classic 'Emizel has a bad idea' smile creeps across his face.

"Well, if this guys dead, I'm sure he's not gonna need all that blood.." He grins, kneeling down next to the body again.

The word 'wait' had hardly gotten the chance to crawl from Sodas mouth, before Emizel lifts up the arm of the unfortunate body, pulling the sleeve back, and immediately sinking his teeth into the exposed wrist.

The sound and the sight of blood gushing around Emizels teeth made Soda cringe, his hand impulsively coming up to aide his own wrist. An empathetic phantom pain made his wrist ache, his imagination simulating the feeling of shark teeth cutting into skin, sinking deep into the flesh, and clacking against bone. That was a lot of blood, that was streaming down the arm of this fodder.

A low growl bleeds from Emizel as he adjusts his teeth, cutting into more flesh, opening the wound further, and allowing a pulsing torrent of red to stream down his chin, onto his coat. It was an annoying thing, to clean blood out of clothing. Most of the Demons deemed it easier to just let the stains remain. But the night that Emizels throat was torn open, and liters upon liters were granted freedom from his human form, the unbelievable mess had practically changed half the color of Emizels iconic coat.

That was the first time Soda had ever seen that much blood from one person. And well. This would probably be the second.

The sight was unnerving, but it was impossible to look away. The alley was quiet, save for the distant bustle of a distant city, which made the noisy squish and squelch of teeth gnawing on flesh all the more apparent and nauseating.

Emizel had become a monster for sure, and watching it feed on something was… thrilling, in a way. It reminded Soda of feeding a pet spider, or lizard. A mouse for a snake.

It's a heavy thing to witness, the end of a human life. The fear of death is a primal thing, and Soda was no different from any other living thing. He figured everyone else feared death just as much as he does. Well, maybe except for Emizel, of course.

It made sense. Emizel was such a cocky and noisy kind of guy, but hes always had the power to back it up. Even when he lost, or seemed at his lowest, Soda still saw this sort of fire in him, one that Soda admired.

Of course Emizel would be the one to become something like a vampire. Something that Soda had always figured was just a fantasy creature thing. He wondered; if vampires were real, what else was real? Werewolves? Zombies? Unicorns? Are there real demons? Like from hell? Is hell real? Is he going to hell?

The sudden ttteeeeaaaaarrrr of flesh rips soda from his wandering thoughts. Emizel was tugging his head away from the arm of his kill, his teeth clamped down into the chewed meat, and pulling it apart. Soda had seldom seen so much of the inside of a human arm, and the sight of spilling threads and squirming veins was hardly something he ever wanted to stomach again.

"Oh fuck, dude, hey-" Soda steps forward, raising a hand, but the way Emizel snaps his head back over to him, twisting to an unnatural degree, Soda cant help jolting back.

Reddened teeth glint menacingly in the low light, a threatening growl thundering from its clenched, dripping jaws. Emizels eyes were focused, yet wild, glowing with whatever light they could reflect.

Sodas eyes were wide, and his body was frozen in the thick, electric tension within the air. It was like staring down an angry dog.. Suddenly a light bulb in his head flickers to life. It was kind of like an angry dog, right? One hunched over a meal it didn't want to give up. Memories of old encounters and unfortunate dog bites resurface in Sodas head, and with that experience, and with those lessons learned, he gathers the courage to react.

He shuts his eyes, keeping them closed for a few seconds, as he slowly pulls back his arm, and slowly steps back. It was an eye contact thing, wasn't it? Eye contact makes dogs angry, right? That was how you dealt with an angry dog? As he pulls back, and takes in a breath for composure, he finally dares to peek at the angry vampire before him again.

Its snarling had died down, but its eyes were still trained intently on Soda. After a tense, and agonizingly, slow pause... It blinks back, lowering its head back down to its meal, but keeping its anxious stare on this potential threat.

A relieved sigh falls from soda as the tension finally melts. He didnt realize he was holding in so much of his breath. "O-okay, man.. It's yours, you uh.. Earned it.." Soda mutters, stepping back further, until he was standing in a sufficiently dry enough space to sit down in. Now that he wasn't standing, he was finally taking into mind just how much his hands were shaking.

It's odd. Soda couldn't really describe this feeling thrumming in his chest as something like fear.. Nausea? For sure. Disturbed and rattled? Oh absolutely. This was certainly a sight he would have a hard time scrubbing from his eyelids when he sleeps tonight. But he wasn't scared. The memory of the night that Emizel was sired still coated the inside of his mind like an unwashable film. Even in that moment, when the unnatural teeth from the unnatural maw of an unnatural thing hovered over his throat, he couldn't say with confidence that he was scared.

Emizel really is his best friend in the world. And he knows with his whole heart that Emizel feels the same. He knew and trusted that his best friend would never hurt him. Not too badly at least. He loves Emizel, and would give anything to support him.

Like a mouse to a snake.

This really is an incredible power that his comrade had come across, and Soda especially felt a sort of pride in his friend. He felt it was worth it to help him feed it.

The bile in his throat had made its point, and Soda agreed, that watching someone die, and get torn apart and drained might be too much for him. Despite how much he hated the Fangs, the end of any human life seemed like such a jarring thing. To have such an intense fear finally get confronted. Would he go to hell?

Maybe he couldn't just feed people to his friend. So an alternative could be donated blood, right? Soda wouldn't mind giving up something like blood. His body makes it for free, after all. Maybe some other Demons would agree to give up some blood too. But they shouldn't have to take on such a burden. Soda wouldn't mind being the only one. The only one. The only one.

His hand comes up to rub at his neck, as his imagination conjures up what it might feel like to have teeth sink into his flesh. He's been stabbed before, is that sort of what it would feel like? Would he have to get stitches? He didn't really want to get stitches, so maybe there could be a more effective way to get the blood out of him. And there was so much vital stuff in his neck too. There's' a vein that's safe to cut into somewhere, right? He would have to look that up later.

A STARTLING RINGING;

Splits the moment,

Prompting both Soda and Emizel to jolt in shock,

As the phone in Emizels pocket rings away.

Acting as if nothing abnormal had taken place, Emizel pulls out his phone, and answers it.

"Heyy, Johnny! Yeah we chased em off, I don't think those bastards will be infesting this street again anytime soon. Yeah, ieah we'll be heading back soon. Oh fuck yeah dude, save us some!"

Emizel covers the speaker of his Nokia, turning back to Soda with a big smile on his violently bloodied face. "They got some pizza waiting for us back home, dude!" he whispers out to him.

Soda does his best to crack a smile, and to suppress the look of unease that probably stained his face, as he stares at the literal murder scene that's been splattered about in front of him.

"Oh, yeah, hell yeah man.." He swallows down the bile again. "What kind of uh.. Soda did they get?"

Emizel ponders that, before turning back to the phone to ask Sodas question.

"Sprite and a big pack of that one strawberry mountain dew" Emizel tosses the answer back over to Soda, who gives a nod, and thumbs up.

Mountain dew is so neat, Soda really liked all the wacky flavors those guys come up with. The thought of going home and opening a can of soda was certainly a comfort. After witnessing all this blood and gore and viscera, Soda absolutely needed to get back home and get a nice cold glass of something bright red .

As Sodas mind wanders off to soda, Emizel wraps up the conversation on the phone, before hanging up, and standing up.

The movement had pulled Sodas mind back into the moment, enough for him to timidly voice a concern he's had since the start of this debacle.

"Uh, hey, so.. The body, should we… Uh.." He gestures vaguely to it, and Emizel grants it a nonchalant glance.

"Eh, I can toss it into a dumpster or something, I dunno. I'm sure its fine. I'll handle it."

The vampire boy goes to pick up the corpse, the wound in its mangled arm no longer even dripping with blood, the flesh pale from the absolute absence of red in its veins.

"Go ahead and meet me by that one mailbox, the one with the bullet hole in it." Emizel casually instructs, tossing the drained body over his shoulder. "I'll catch up."

"Uh, yeah, okay.." Soda musters up a nod, and the strength to rise back up to his feet, wincing as that bruise on his side makes itself loudly known again. He still felt anxious, but even despite it all, he knew he could trust Emizel to take care of things. He always does. "Just stay safe man, I'll see you there." Soda assures with a smile, and Emizel matches it, tossing him a wink. And then suddenly- -He's gone! If Soda had blinked he would've missed it, but he was fortunate enough to just barely catch the glimpse of Emizel darting off at an inhuman speed, probably looking for a place to dump the body. Right, he would take care of it. Emizel always makes sure his crew is taken care of. Well... Guess all that's left for Soda is for him to walk back to that meeting spot. He looks around the alley for a moment, taking in the sight of that enormous pool of blood in the middle of the concrete. Or whatever the floor of this alley is made from. He ponders on the present moment a little longer than he meant to, the shock of it all leaving him aimless for just a few, soothing moments of just, decompression. The night is quiet, vast, and cold, but the stresses of just the past 5 hours had left his body radiating with fiery aches and pains, so the chill of the occasional clawing breeze was welcomed. Except for when said breeze agitated the cold water still soaked into his sock. He should step in another puddle on his way back to even it out. The smell of rain still rested heavy in the air, heralding another storm on the horizon. There was that, and then, well, there was also the blood. The stench of it felt far too intense to just ignore it, the metallic miasma making itself maliciously unmistakable. Maybe the impending storm will wash this mess away... He looked forward to putting this unfortunate night behind him. With one last rattled, but deep breath, he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and turns away, strolling back over to the mailbox that Emizel had described.

He couldn't wait to get home and drink some soda with his friends.

#NO TAGS ON THIS ONE BC WELL. IM SHY. IM TAKING A BIG LEAP JUST BY ALLOWING U TO REBLOG THIS. IF IT BREAKS CONTAINMENT THATS UR FAULT. #i unfortunately suffer from the disease of 'i hate everything i write the day after i write it' BUT IM GETTING TREATED #I WILL NOT BE HAUNTED BY THIS WEAKNESS FOREVER. AND HEY LOOK THIS IS THE FIRST ACTUAL FIC BIT IVE EVER FINISHED.. #ITS SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!! AND BY JOBE I WILL BE PROUD EVEN IF I HATE IT. #i dont always need to be the one who likes my art bc i know Someone out there will always enjoy it. #and to that someone i say: omg thankyou i LOOOOVEE YOUUUUUU!!!!! #JUST DELETED A WHOLE RAMBLE I JUST HAD ABT NERVOUS DISCLAIMERS FOR MY ART BUT I DONT NEED EM!! #GET CONFIDENT GET CONFIDENT GET CONFIDENT. ANYWAY. so emizel and soda huh #THEYRE SO CUTE TOGEEHTERRRR TEEHEHEHEHEEEE they are the homies that kiss eachother goodnight like CMON #but uhh so hey your bestest friend in da world just got turned into a freaky creature thing that eats ppl #ieah yknowthe guy that u care about alot that u had to watch get bled out by another freaky creature thing in an alleyway #yeaaah and you were super hurt and weak and stupid and u couldnt do jack nor shit to help him #what was i talking about again. RIGHT so hes even cooler now bc he cant die n hes super strong n his arms can be knives. sometimes. #but also he can eat people now. and sometimes he cant stop himself from eating people. and thats kinda scary. but in a cool way. #but also in a disturbing way. but also in an interesting way?but also in a freaky way.the feelings ARE MIXED!!!ATLEAST I THINK THEY WOULD B #okay again i havnt listened to the suckening ina bit. so its been a minute since i absorbed their personalities. i could be misreading or #misremembering or misconstruing or mischaracterizing or WHATEVER. i think the confusion carries its intended effect #LOSING MY TRAIN O THOUGHT. anyway i love soda n emizel i hope they get locked in a saw trap together or somethign. for enrichment. #TALOS GRANT ME THE STRENGHT TO POST MY CREATIONS ON LINE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHHH!!!!!!!

[he1ian]

post rambling about speedrunners lore i have completely made up because i realized i can just do that here

so i really like the idea of the mc multiverse so that's where i imagine them exist (most of it is based on mechanics from hermitcraft since it's the main smp i watch, lol)

the "official ones" are just simply called Runners and they're like, a good force (bad forces would be for example watchers, vex or crimson/egg from the server that shall not be named)

the runners are graced with some sort of power (i haven't yet chosen what graces it to them though..) and an atribute

like feinberg would have a trident and lightning powers, dylqan would have some sort of plant powers (and maybe the bandana as an atribute), etc.

to become an official runner you cannot be intertwined with an smp or a single world (i guess hbg smp would be an exception but since it'd just be filled with runners i guess it makes sense?)(also it's, gone now)

i like to imagine their job is kind of, preparing the worlds for future use, they run through them to see if they won't simply break because some of them generate wrongly (the worlds in which a run was failed would basically be dismissed not able to be generated by anyone in the future)

that'd be their passive task but they'd also have the ability to help balance smps, if a force would basically be threatning enough to break a server they'd step in from the shadows and try to deal with it (they never show themselves though like, you can't tell another player was involved if that makes sense)

my favorite idea is that runners were responsible for opening the portals that allowed hermits to leave s8 (if they stepped in to scoop up the hermits that were left in the last second then that's for me to know)

anyone can do the basic, passive task of testing and running worlds but as long as you're intertwined with something or someone you cannot become A Runner that possesses a power and cannot kind of like, exist in-between the multiverse worlds

appearance wise, they're still players so they wouldn't look that differently, i imagine them sightly taller than an average person (couriway would be the height of a tall player, LOL) and a gentle glow surrounding them

being granted power from running is mostly a myth because actually spotting a runner is very difficult and most people think it's either impossible or that they straight up don't exist

okay this is all i have for now, thank you for coming to my ted talk ❤️

#it's time for a ramble tag #i had to let it out my friends are suffering through my constant rambling

[beeholyshit]

I'm so emotional rn

#(🍰) *⁠.⁠✧ — Maroon #(☆) ｡⁠.ﾟ— Red #pokespe parents #time for me to ramble in tags #I can't believe what they did to Bill. I was so worried when I SAW HIM ON THE FLOOR ALL COVERED IN BLOOD #THAT'S RED'S BIG BROTHER NO ONE CAN TOUCH HIM PLEASE PLEASE #this is my way of copinwiuughhgouh #Bill's also my son I never mention it but I keep him in my heart #pats his head #the same reason why Maroon visits him on the hospital to take care of him #also because I believe that when the kids turned into stone Bill was there for her all the time and was also the one who told her- #-what happened and all the things Red kept as a secret (because he cares about both of them) #checking on her while she was DEPRESSED #I know I never talked properly about that but it hurted me so much I WILL ONE DAY BUT OUGHHG #anyways #going back to Red #you have no idea how much I missed my sweet baby. I saw him and started crying #he is my biggest comfort you have no idea how much I suffer when I see him sufder ougjhg #I'M GONNA START CRYING AGAIN #I just needed to make 10000 doodles of smoo tiny bebe #iwiwiw #🖍️ —⁠ Silly doodles #pokespe #pokemon special

[monards]

i will never stop hating tests with vague answers and questions. “would you rather go to a party or library” i need. details!!!! clarification!!!!! is it a big/populated party. do I know someone there. is this party far away from my house. is it spontaneous or commemorating or centered around an actual event. is this a popular library where people will be. what books do they have. is it a school or public library. I CANNY TWKE THIS ANYMOIRE IS IT THAT HARD TO GUVE DETAILS.!!!!!!!!!!!

#sorry guys. I just really hate vague anything #it makes me insane #-> this is also why I. don’t like test #I overthink and analyze everything until brain pop #reasons crepe has not once stopped suffering. in any math subject ever #like at least with English and language overthinking CAN be good #I’m sitting here trying to do any math and thinking of any circumstance. and the formula is like y = mx + b #oh my god. #crepe rambles #crepe rants #woah. new tag update