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must be fall

I had a tome challenge to complete and I’m the type of player who goes feral for getting my challenges done and while crossfaded 🍃 my friend tried to warn me and all I could think of was this sound afterwards 😭

Actually yk what, here's all the dumbass tumblr quote doodles I did a few months ago during the hell arc

Jitterbug

wip wednesday

tagged by @rewritetheending @onward--upward and @alyxmastershipper 💓💓💓

i haven’t reeeeally started writing anything other than planning this out broadly because it’s very plot heavy but got a little lost thinkin about the intimacy of shaving the other day so this is from x files au in some shitty shared motel room while they’re cryptid hunting or chasing aliens idk we’ll figure it out

When he emerges, hair towelled dry and in clean clothes, Eddie frowns at him. “What?” he asks. “Promise I didn’t finish all the hot water.” “No, you just look—” Eddie gestures at Buck’s face, “—scruffier than usual.” “Oh,” Buck says, running a hand over his day-four stubble. “I forgot my razor.” “Oh,” Eddie’s face clears, “just use mine.” Buck swallows. “Um. Okay. Thanks.” Eddie nods at him and goes back to squinting at his phone, so Buck about-faces and re-enters the bathroom. It’s not a big deal, he tells himself as he foams up his face. It’s like—like sharing a hairbrush. Intimate, sure, not something you’d tend to do with people you don’t know well, but it’s not a big deal.  He wets the razor and brings it to his throat, heart hammering there so violently it feels like his Adam’s apple is trying to get out. If his hand doesn’t stop trembling he’s going to nick himself, and God, he is being absolutely fucking ridiculous. Deep breath. The razor glides over the thin skin of his throat, muscle memory even as he stares at himself in the mirror. Doesn’t think about Eddie doing this every morning, using this very razor. Blade edge kissing his jaw the same way it kisses Eddie’s. Doesn’t think about Eddie doing this for him, hand holding his chin as he shaves Buck carefully, grip firm when he turns Buck’s face this way and that. Doesn’t think about Eddie kissing where the blade kissed him first.  Doesn’t think about any of that when he rinses the razor clean and slots it back into the travel mug, where Buck’s toothbrush rests against Eddie’s with such easy familiarity it’s about to spark a whole new crisis. 

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Shameless Celebration ● [7/10] episodes ↳ There's The Rub [4x05]

i don’t have a single device for which the charger works perfectly and not to sound like a boomer but i feel like that is. pretty indicative of Where We’re At Technologically

I know the fnaf fandom is dead but can you draw Moon 😔? or Sun🐢

If it's misspelled, it's a translator (I really like your drawings and I adore you, I'm from Colombia)

POV: You’re me watching moon cook half a grapefruit cause he got into a fight with sun and needed to relieve stress

for the drabble prompts: “I always thought the choice was mine / and I was right / but I just chose wrong” from the laurel hell lyric prompt list for any character(s) you want!!

i debated which character/s to write for this for a bit but ultimately i had to go with nikolai bsd because i think this line fits him very well. uhh sorry jupiter ik you don't know bsd but i have very bad brainrot. also this isn't edited bc i don't feel like it right now

(prompt requests are still open)

warnings: heavy religious imagery & symbolism, character death/dismemberment (#just fyolai things) word count: 602

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Fyodor’s hands have always been cold. This was true when he was alive, when Nikolai grabbed hold of him and the only thing separating skin from skin was a pair of stolen gloves, thin enough to allow the iciness of Fyodor to seep through into Nikolai. And it is true now when all that remains of Fyodor is a severed arm, when Nikolai cradles the dismembered limb to his face and each finger is a lifeless icicle caressing his cheek.

This is what he wanted.

Congratulations, Dazai told him. Fyodor is dead. You did it. You killed the unkillable, you transformed yourself into Judas by choice. You brought the thirty pieces of silver to the men who wanted him dead, placed the proper tools in Dazai’s hands, and turned your back while he was crucified. You did it.

You proved your own free will.

You chose this.

Behind him, Dazai and Chuuya murmur to one another—about their friends back in Japan, about administering the antidote, about Dazai’s injuries, about Sigma. They talk about Sigma like Dazai is the only one who has ever cared about them. Like Nikolai didn’t save them from death, like Nikolai isn’t the only reason they were here and Dazai was able to use them in this game. Thirty pieces of silver. Thirty coin bombs never detonated.

Jesus was executed with two other men, one on either side, men who actually deserved the punishment they faced. To hang on a cross and slowly bleed out, nails through their hands, nails through their feet, their suffering on display for all to see.

Fukuchi is dead in Yokohama, if Dazai’s intel is to be believed. Sigma will never wake, if Fyodor’s words were true.

Which one of them begged for forgiveness in their final moments, and which died still rotting in their sins? Does it matter? They are gone and Nikolai is still breathing and this was his choice. This was his choice. This was his choice.

But Judas took his own life after betraying the one he loved.

Fyodor’s hand is cold. If he raises in three days’ time, Nikolai will be long gone. The Savior has the power to raise the dead, but why waste your time on someone who sold you out for thirty stray coins? Nikolai knows the stories; he grew up having them carved into his flesh each Sunday. He knows who lives, who is resurrected, who is redeemed. And he knows who turns traitor, then lets his grief and shame consume him, and is never mentioned again.

But Judas didn’t have a choice. Judas was merely a pawn in God’s perfect plan. Nikolai chose this.

Nikolai wanted to be free, so he took Fyodor’s life in his own hands and he made the choice and he has proven that no cage can hold him inside. No imitation of God can control his whims. He is free by no hand besides his own, but there is something inescapable forming in his chest that calls itself grief, and Nikolai is beginning to fear escaping one cage only leads you into another.

He always believed it was his choice, to bring about Fyodor’s death. He believed in his own free will, and he saw his plan through to its end. He was right—there is such thing as the existence of choice, because Fyodor is dead and his arm is clutched in Nikolai’s hands and no one sane would choose to kill the only person who ever understood them.

The choice was always Nikolai’s.

But now that the irreversible has come to pass, he fears he chose wrong.

i know a lot of ppl would like to see the preds win more in comics and movies, not the humans, but i honestly find it really funny that the preds lose. Especially when i remember that their species has been around for millions of years and humans are barely 300,000 years old as a species (homo sapiens). THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS OLD. the preds are fighting babies and LOSING i love it

they even got horror stories abt us. can u imagine having horror stories abt babies and being genuinely scared? i cant, i'd punt chucky into the mesosphere, even if hes the size of my calf

on that note i'd also like to point out that the only reason humans actually win against preds is bcz the last human always has the longest time to observe the hunter (and sure, the pred gets cocky and starts not thinking abt the fight, but the human also get super determined to kill him so). like,, the only reason humans r suddenly winning more and killing more predators is bcz ONE of them (humans) managed to survive and learn their patterns and just started talking abt it to everyone who would listen

i just think its nice to show that humans' pattern-finding brain works so well it kills the apex predators of space

not that we ever get to *see* humans use their supposed ingenuity and cleverness and pattern-findings, they just randomly know what to do, and tbh it's pretty accurate to real life, but this isnt real life so i'd like to see humans be the horrors the preds are being told stories abt.

i also want to know if there are novels detailing the stories abt humans? if anyone knows, pls tell me 🙏

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made yet another alignment chart

no one seemed to fit in the blank spot well so i left it empty. also i’m putting more elaboration on this in the tags because there are few things i love more than overanalyzing everything ever.

i just know chris and aviva have SO many arguments about this

went to my first con today ! is it any surprise i went as the fake doctor who gave me a brain problem

I hate all forms of PvP 99% of the time but this new mode is silly enough that I wanna try it. I'll let y'all know how I do. I have next to no experience in battle royales.

I was totally going to end this chapter on a cliffhanger but then I realized it was already over 5k and I'm not even close done, so the reader has been spared...

....probably....