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support · 10 years
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Everything okay?
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I’m not sure it it has been the right decision, hopefully it was not an unrepairable mistake
I’m willing to take the risk
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uniquetempo · 13 years
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Life Inside One's Suicidal Mind - Part 1
Turbulance disrupts my once every day routine
The mind rattles with disturbing thoughts of prior
I wish it can all just go away, leave me the fuck alone!
Joy was never proclaimed for me from the moment of birth
Why wasn’t I aborted, would’ve desired that than to live upon this earth
Within these walls, thine walls, within my very own mind
Wishing to escape will never be an easy task, for attempts have been made
Sweaty palms, teary eyes, room spinning, black lights portraying my image
Demons revealing themselves from the surrounding faces, devourers of souls
Just leave me the fuck alone for once! Leave me the fuck alone!
Getting deeper and deeper within this catastrophy called life, can’t escape
Materialistic possession surrounding me welcoming my being yet rejecting me
Chains burning within my bones, making me weaker every day, painfully disintegrating
Burn me now, kill me now, just take me away, what more do you want from me?!
Stop attacking me with the fucking 11’s its driving me insane!
What is it that you are trying to tell me! What damnit?! Just tell me!
I love you, I think, I believe, I don’t know! I can’t feel anything right now!
I feel cold inside, have been for so long, I just don’t know anymore!
I rather feel tortured, pain, blood dripping upon my body, than nothing at all
You think I like my life! You believe that I chosen to be this way!
I wish I would’ve died in my car accident than live this life I have been living
This is not my life! This is not me! Just leave me the fuck alone! Let me go!
Why can’t you just let me be happy? Why do you always have to have control?
I am going to kill you! I will, so leave me the fuck alone damnit!
I will….
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b0tster · 3 months
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tuned into a first impression stream for 5 seconds and this is all i heard lol
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haunted-xander · 3 months
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For what do you live?
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gertritude-art · 6 months
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some more siffrin doodles
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even-disco-baby · 1 year
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THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES
PROBLEM
The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?
SOLUTION
You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.
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ghosts-and-glory · 27 days
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I desperately wanna know what it was like for each of the bishops to gain their crowns. Like they were all children, Shamura was the first. They were alone for a long time until Kallamar came along.
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I feel like every time I answer an ask I just leave y’all with more questions. But Shamura, dispute being the first of the bishops, was not alone. They are about 12 here.
I have a headcannon that a lot of Shamura’s game dialogue are phrases that they have said or heard before their injury. Left over fragments from their past that they can’t quite remember yet are still haunted by.
Don’t ask me what happened with the visual style here, it’s out of my control. This is barely even cult of the lamb anymore, I’ve gone rouge.
Comic about Narinder getting his crown here.
Also extra unused panel of Shamura.
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taxolotl · 1 year
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old habits die hard
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An actual idea: Making "Animate Dead" Evil Again
Zombies and skeletons in D&D, for all they play to spooky images, aren't really horrific. They're a mismash of two different lores that can't really work together (like a lot of zombie fiction but that's a discussion for another day)- the mindless ravenous predators of modern zombie apocalypse and the tragic undead slaves of the original stories. But they lack either sides symbolic resonance. They're no apocalypse- they're disposable cannon fodder even a starting party can take down- but nor is there any indication that "animate dead" is an actual evil act beyond being kinda gross. This seems very harmless for both a nominal horror monster, and something intended to be a genuinely (indeed, mechanically) evil act.
It doesn't seem possible to make them a real threat without major changes, so the obvious solution to this is a simple fluff change. They're not mindless. They're compelled, they can't act of their own volition. But they're still in there.
They don't shamble. They visibly struggle against the motions their limbs make, as if they were puppets trying to resist their strings. They don't moan. They sob, and when they see the players they force out desperate apologies and pleas for help. They're not stupid. They're intentionally twisting orders and trying to destroy themselves to the best of their ability because they hate the necromancer and are taking what vengeance they can.
Maybe they can genuinely help, if the players will accept it. The "disposable minions" see a lot, and might mutter the necromancer's weaknesses or warnings about an upcoming ambush or whatever useful information they've seen while attacking. Failing that, they fight to lose. They're easy to beat not because they're weak, but because they're on your side. They intentionally move to hinder the necromancer and help the party as much as they're able to, they interpret all the villain's orders as unhelpfully as they can, they hiss encouragements and laugh hollowly when the players succeed.
The undead hordes are victims, not monsters. They're the people the players are trying to help, or at least avenge. And they're trying, as best as they can, to make it happen.
-Pencil.
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owyn-cormac · 3 months
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Even after having accomplish amazing things
After having everything
I still feel empty inside
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madness-and-folly · 10 months
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and then they lived happily ever after <3
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haunted-xander · 6 months
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Don't let Alisaie fool you, she is amongst those MOST in need of therapy
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djarin · 7 months
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you know what was so important to me about seeing ed spiral from his mental health in this season? his mental illnesses weren’t used for comedic purposes. they weren’t the butt of a joke, they weren’t there to “lighten the mood” by being ridiculed, and we didn’t see a demonization of mental illness. instead, what we got was edward being raw and vulnerable and lost in a way that was purely authentic and true to what he was going through.
all of that, along with the “let’s list the pros and cons of staying alive” is something that is so important to so many of us who have struggled with depression, anxiety, suicide, etc in our own lives. i know for a fact that i’m not the only one who’s had to sit down to think, “what are the good and bad things about staying alive right now?”
ed lists warmth, good food, and orgasms as his pros. “orgasms” is there to give us a good laugh, sure, but guess what? it’s also there because ed, unfiltered and desperate, is blurting out what makes him feel good, and therefore, want to stay alive.
it doesn’t have to be a massive list of pros and cons. sometimes, it’s the simple things that keep us going, and that’s more than enough.
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turtleblogatlast · 4 months
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[ cw: death mention / violence mention / slight suicidal implications / self-worth issues / ]
I always think about Leo’s “I’m nothing without my brothers” and recently I’ve been particularly thinking about how that’s not…entirely inaccurate, when put against the fact that without his brothers there to save him from the Prison Dimension, they would have next to nothing of Leo left.
And even more than that, him thinking he’s nothing without his brothers…is that what he thinks himself to be, as he floats in the Prison Dimension, battered and beaten? Alone as he was, with nothing but a photo to connect him to his family and his fellow prisoner being someone who doesn’t even know his name…was he content being nothing, then?
There’s a dichotomy there, in regard to how Leo tackles the difference of his family being separated from him, and him being separated from his family. One gives way to immediate action and panic, the other quiet acceptance.
He willingly takes on the descriptor of Nothing only when he’s the one that’s cut away.
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