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#wounds on the soul
cats-obsessions · 5 months
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Durge and Gortash progressively playing a game of chicken as their relationship progresses where they continuously do vaguely threatening yet innocent gestures to test each other’s (dis)trust. It starts with something simple like Gortash placing his hand on Durge’s shoulder near their neck. He just wants to see the Bhaalspawn squirm, he justifies. Of course, Durge plays along- they won’t show weakness. So, it becomes a game. They do things like playing with a dagger while they talk, cutting the loose thread off each others’ shirt collar, bringing each other food or drinks with no guarantee it’s not poisoned, Durge insisting on shaving Gortash’s quickly growing beard for him after too many long nights planning. In the end, it just becomes habit, and they’ve just tricked themselves into allowing this intense domestic affection, allowing vulnerability and showing unquestioned trust. Oops. They still think it’s edgy though. Anyone else who sees it thinks they’re just married.
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raepliica · 11 months
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protecting each other
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If you hadn't spent as much time as you've had with Blade, you wouldn't have noticed the small quirk of his lips when you asked him, "Would it be romantic if I gave you spider lilies?"
"...hmph, perhaps," he would say flatly. But, you knew for a fact that he was amused. "Though, romance is but a fleeting memory... no, it is something that I do not know."
There was the slightest tinge of melachony to that line, but it disappeared as fast as it came. His lips were turned downwards a little, barely pursed. The vermillion of his eyes seem to be clouded with something complex as his thoughts stew behind them. Ever the interesting individual, nothing you weren't used to though.
Pulling a little something from your pockets, you presented it to him ceremoniously. "Then allow me to gift you this spider lily," you grinned. A little distraction from his internally brewing dialogue, Aeons knew he did that an unhealthy amount when he was not out playing his part in Elio's schemes or burning sword techniques into his bones.
He stared at the flower for a while, before taking it from your hands with his bandaged one. He brought it up, closer to his eyes and observed it quietly. Your hands were placed back on your lap as you eagerly awaited his next line, if he had one to give.
A light huff escapes his chest as the corner of his eyes crinkle just a smidge, "...thank you." You smile brighter and the room falls back into a comfortable silence as the two of you continue to watch the vast galaxy.
'How amusing, this spider lily does not represent a somber memory,' he thought to himself as he held it.
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kikker-oma · 3 months
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I feel bad for killing legend (not) so here is some legend fluff to fix my evil doings >:]
based off of:
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Deep footprints painted the snow as Legend rolled out his bedroll near the fire. Of course, once this snow melted it would be put out, but for now he should enjoy the warmth.
Sometimes he wonders if it ever snowed back in Koholit, probably not, as it really only “existed” while he was there. He looked over at Time, could he and Marin have what the old man has? He hoped so, but he will never know.
Bittersweet tears lingered through the veterans eyes for a second, but crying won’t change what he lost. Nothing can change what beautiful life he threw away-
“Hey vet! Wanna look at pictures on my slate?” Wild held up his slate. Legend still has no idea how these pictures are taken. Kids and their advanced technology…
“Not right now, I’m busy.” Busy sulking. Legend grumbled, “Can’t you go ask Sky or something? I’m sure he’d love to.”
The cook scrunched his nose for a second, and then shook his head, “Nah, he’s angry at me for using the master sword as a flashlight.”
“I-“ Legend paused he was so lonely would he want to have the company? Would this person end up leaving him like the rest? He could make do with company, for a little bit. “Fine. Sit.” He removed a blanket from the spot beside him. “Okay so basically, this is the time ‘Rule burnt an entire pot of water…” Wild zoomed in on the image, “I secretly pour the ash in your bowls whenever you guys are annoying.”
“That’s so petty!” Legend pokes the champion. He wraps blanket around himself, shielding him from the winter chill and basking in the chaos stored into a tiny screen.
“Oh so you want ashy oatmeal tonight?”
“No thank you.” Legend would prefer to have non toxic food.
As Wild scrolled through the slate, it became clear why Koholit looked like it did.
Legend wanted a family. …
And now, he got one.
“Hey champ?”
“hm?”
“I don’t say this enough, but I love you.”
Wild chuckled, and leaned in to the blanket burrito, “You too, brother.”
Awwww they're so CUUUTEE❤️❤️❤️❤️ ack, I think the biggest reason I love LU is because they really are all such brothers🥺
I love that Wild is avoiding Skys wrath because he needed the master sword as a flashlight hahaha he'll never learn lol
Being busy sulking is a MOOD lol
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conscious-love · 2 years
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The right person will know how to hold your love. The right person will choose you just as deeply as you choose them. You will not have to quiet the way you care, you will never feel like you are too much. You will not have to beg for the love you deserve. One day, you will be met where you are. One day, you will be someone's favorite thing, and you will not be confused — you will not feel like you are fighting for someone who isn't fighting for you. One day, you will understand that it never mattered how tightly you held on to the wrong people, how intensely you tried, because the right people were always going to find you. The right people were always going to stay.
Bianca Sparacino
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shaunthesheesh · 1 year
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The audacity of them to start the movie while Creep by Radiohead plays in the background and Rocket is singing along!
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frodo-with-glasses · 5 months
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So uh. I might’ve found a pattern here.
From The Fellowship of the Ring, “Three Is Company”:
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From The Two Towers, “The Uruk-Hai”:
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From The Return of the King, “The Houses of Healing”:
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Now I know Tolkien hated allegory. And I know LotR is not a copy-and-paste parable about WWII (which he didn’t fight in) or even WWI (which he did). But the man did see war, and so did people he loved, and he had a non-zero amount of trauma, and some of that is gonna make its way into his writing somehow.
And I think his soul might’ve had something to say about soldiers being forced to walk until they dropped from exhaustion.
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golbiey · 2 years
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sonic the hedgehog idw comic gorls ✨ tangle the lemur, whisper the wolf, and jewel the beetle (and also the wisps)
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Thinking about teacher Steve Harrington. Because there is no way in hell Steve wouldn’t go into some type of career working with kids. He was too good at it, he loved it, loved having kids that he could take care of and provide support too in case their childhoods are anything like his was. because if there is any chance of Steve preventing another King of Hawkins High, he’ll take it.
Steve struggled with finding a career. He stayed at his job at Family Video working with Robin until she and the older group graduated and Nancy left to go to some fancy college away from all her trauma. Eddie, Robin and Jonathan went to a community college because that’s all they could afford and Steve was still stuck at his Family Video job. He decided to apply at the same college they all went to for the next fall, doing a two-year degree like the rest of them (except Nancy, she was taking a four-year english degree so that she could take her journalism career further).
After those two years, Eddie’s band got bigger and bigger until it could become his full time job. Corroded Coffin became one of the top metal bands in the world, touring and selling out venues. Meanwhile, Steve and Robin decided to go into the same career path, because they both loved their kids and they had never not worked together, it just felt right.
Steve wanted to work in a middle school, so that he could hopefully help kids out, stop them from becoming bullies like he was. He got a position as the Hawkins Middle Gym Coach, and Robin was the Drama teacher. Steve knew that not everyone was like him in middle school, plenty of people hated exercise and being active. He tried to make the class as fun as possible, playing fun games and not forcing anyone to do anything. Plus, there was always music playing in his class.
His students very quickly picked up on his love for the up and coming band, Corroded Coffin. Of course, they didn’t realize that he was the subject of most of their songs, whether they were sappy love songs (though still metal, of course) or some of CCs more obscure songs, the ones about bats and other dimensions that none of the public understood. His class just knew that whenever they were running laps, they were usually running along to the awesome guitar riffs and drum solos of Corroded Coffins music. They didn’t get why Mr. Harrington, the former basketball captain who was always in his sportswear or jerseys from different teams, liked this punk, metal band that just seemed completely out of his preferred genre of music.
But when they find out who Mr Harringtons husband is, it all starts to make sense.
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howtofightwrite · 1 year
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What's gonna happen if someone gets shoot in the head? Will flesh and blood go all over the place, or will it be a small entry and exit, or will it be something else? Tryna write a zombie story rn and I'm not sure 😭
Usually, they die.
How much damage the head suffers will depend on what was fired. Specific cartridges result in different wound patterns, and if you have a forensic background, you may even be able to identify the bullet used based on the entrance and exit wound. Smaller handgun rounds are likely to result in less tissue disruption. Rifle rounds are more likely to cause serious structural damage, and shotgun shells (particularly buckshot) are likely to cause serious tissue disruption. But, there's another consideration, the more the decomposed the target, the more a round is likely to do. This one's honestly pretty hard to assess in generalities, because there are a lot of factors for decomposition.
This also leads into a far more difficult question, “what happens if you shoot a zombie in the head?” The answer might be, “nothing.”
So, there's two groups of zombies in popular fiction, and the answer to the above question hinges on which one you're examining. Zombies can either be infected with rabies or actual undead, and the latter are far more uncommon in modern pop culture.
A lot of popular zombies are, technically, alive, but cognitively functioning on a more animal level. In many cases, their symptoms are fairly similar to a sever rabies infection (though, the 28 Days Later series is one of the rare cases where the infection is, explicitly, a variant of rabies.) This also includes cases where the infection is from a parasite (many of the later Resident Evil games and of course The Last of Us are examples of this.) In these cases, destroying the brain stem (and, for that matter, destroying the brain) should be effective. The zombie is still propelled by using their nervous system. There's a bit of an exception in cases where the infection creates a second, parallel, nervous system in the victim, which can operate independently of the victim's original.
Living zombies became more popular in the 90s, and were extremely frequent in the mid-2000s. Most horror films that try to downplay the supernatural component, or look to play up the bio-hazardous nature of zombies, is likely to use some variant of these. (As mentioned earlier, a lot of these tend to behave like mutant strains of rabies. And, while it might sound like I'm being flippant here, rabies is a pretty terrifying virus.)
Living zombie apocalypses are, basically, impossible. There's the usual problem of asking how did the zombies actually get to critical mass? But even beyond that, eventually the infected would simply start dropping as their bodies decayed and the victims died. They'd still be a bio-hazard, but you wouldn't see waves of the undead pressing against the defenders' barricades.
If you want a much more detailed breakdown of the biology of various critters in pop culture (including a lot of zombies), Roanoke Gaming on YouTube is an excellent reference.
The other variety of zombie are far more rare in pop culture, and these are the actual revenants. Either they've been raised by some necromancer, or they're returning due to some other factor. Critically, these zombies are, truly, undead. Shooting them in the head might take it apart, but it's also quite likely that won't put them (back) down, as they're not actually using their original nervous system for anything meaningful. These kinds of zombies are far more threatening. In theory, things like extreme cold would cause further damage to these, but if the necromantic forces animating them don't care about the condition of the zombie, then having fingers or toes freeze off in cold weather, or setting them on fire, might not have the desired effects. You may need to resort to fully dismembering the corpses to get them to stop trying to kill you. (Note that these don't have to be, strictly, supernatural. The Dead Space series remains an excellent example of a non-magical zombie apocalypse of this variety, with some extremely “creative” uses of dead biomass.)
In the case of reanimated zombies, firearms are not a particularly great option for putting them down in general. The damage they inflict simply isn't relevant to destroying the undead. Firearms are designed to poke holes in people and get their body to spring a leak, but if something is already dead, that's probably not going to matter unless you're using the gun to deliver some other kind of payload.
-Starke
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selfproclaimedunicorn · 6 months
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I commissioned the lovely @murmel-malt to draw the Royce siblings from my HOTD OC fic: Sins Of The Father
I'm so incredibly jazzed with how my kids turned out, they are beautiful & I will be returning for more at some point. 💕
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apopcornkernel · 2 months
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Euripides’ Bacchae (trans. Emily Wilson) / Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #100
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 3 months
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Is Error in one of the Teams Or is he a loney guy?
And what does everyone fears/likes the most?
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Killer: i like Nightmare (platonically) and i fucking hate paintbrushes Cross: oh, i fear cows and like tacos and chocolate. the only thing i like more than these two things was beating the shit out of Ink. it was funny and worth the scars Dust: abandonment Dust: … Dust: … Dust: i like…d Dust: …when Cross beat the shit out of Ink
(Horror likes making nests out of blankets/pillows and fears not having a steady food source. Currently taking a well-deserved nap.)
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rustandsky · 3 months
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Evisceration
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disruptivevoib · 5 months
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For the Coil content wanters.
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blindmagdalena · 11 months
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really obsessed with soulmate au’s recently and it got me thinking… what if john’s soulmate was part of the boys? a girl trying to kill him with an entire group of people also trying to kill him… and he’s fated to her? could picture him finding out and just putting his hands on his hips while turning his back to her and doing that click chuckle thing. just in utter disbelief but it is definitely on track for fate’s little play with him and his life lolol
Oohhh, you know, I've never played much with the soulmate au concept, but this struck me just right because I can so clearly see the slow, building meltdown that strikes him when that reveal drops.
The mirthless laugh, shaking his head, the hapless gesture to the ceiling before his hands drop. "Of course. Of course it's you. Why wouldn't it be? I mean—Christ, it makes sense, doesn't it? Every single person who was supposed to love me has-has fucked it, so why—" he keeps cutting into this escalating, unsettling laughter. There's nothing funny about it: you're sure that you're watching someone lose the last shred of their sanity in real time. "Why would my 'soulmate'-", he says, miming big, dramatic quotation marks. "-be any different?" That manic grin has shifted into tight baring of his teeth, a vicious sneer. He closes in on you, stands so near you can feel the heat of his breath when he hisses, "I should put you in the fucking dirt with the rest of them."
It should be terrifying, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the glassiness of his eyes. The sheer devastating heartbreak of it all, telegraphed clear as day in the way he carries himself. His eyes flare red, sizzling up the tears before they can fall. "And then you really will be all alone," you say. Maybe it's the hopelessness of the moment, maybe it's the shock of learning for yourself that he's supposed to be your one and only, but you feel numb. Frayed in a way you didn't know you could be. The crimson light of his eyes disappears in an instant, revealing surprise, followed by a wounded kind of look, before that familiar seething rage returns. "We'll see about that."
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