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visualbrainrot · 7 months

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“Dear Desolation” by Eliran Kantor.

The cover art for Dear Desolation album by Thy Art Is Murder

#dear desolation #album art #lamb and wolf #biblical imagery #art

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s-e-c-t-i-o-n-8 · 7 months

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#deathcore #thy art is murder #taim #hate #infinite death #holy war #dear desolation #aversions crown #fit for an autopsy #human target #godlike #whitechapel #metal #edit

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loveydoveyidiot · 10 months

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The god of your house is now the god who bleeds

#music #spotify #thy art is murder #dear desolation #into chaos we climb

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lunarharp · 1 year

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into the deep end - 30k T orufrey fic, focusing on memory trauma, disability, and romance.

the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the other.

for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.

the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.

but they were never whole to begin with, were they?

qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.

olly says nothing.

#witch hat tag #orufrey #sorry i wanted to make a new post for my fic since the first illustration is new.#*stands in the middle of a desolate field in the pouring rain* Please Read My Tale...Blease..Oh god please..*collapses to the ground*#someone asked if there's spoilers in it. Um...yes. Sorry...it's about everything #maybe i should describe it more? it's about qifrey becoming more and more disabled - as i feel is his canon trajectory #and both of them processing the choices that have been made. it was necessary for me to explore this in order to fully understand orufrey #and for them to have the cathartic conclusion-that's why this is important to me for my witch hat fanwork making life. this connects it all #and having dived into qifrey's mind and lived through oru's feelings i was able to get to a place that is possible for them.#the hit/kudos ratio is so pathetic idek what happened. ppl opening it realising its long and saving it for later or just bailing lmfao #idek any more i hate advertising my writing i hate trying to get more ppl to read my long fics it's so hard 🥲#i'm so much prouder of this than my art...i was able to sink deeply into the orufrey feelings i had always wanted to fully explore #so. it's there lol.........i reread the date/kiss segment today after trying to forget about it thinking maybe the fic is just BAD lol #and like.....nope! i like it very much and this is what i was trying to get across. and it's always there to be read by anyone who wants to #and i will always remember the bliss i felt while writing when i was just lost in their world and living as them. dear GOD i love them.#i'm grateful to myself that i put in the work and love to make this so that i can always come back to it. i wanna illustrate scenes properly #but i'm never satisfied with drawing things i've written because i just can't capture the vivid experience in my mind. maybe one day.

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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what is your favorite solangelo moment in toa?

this one.

#nico treating the men he loves like crap <333 #joke i actually have another moments that i hold dear #like when will indirectly invites him to a pizza date w him and apollo thinks something about nico's smile being like winter sun?#that was endearing #that was one of the FEW times where nico's described in a positive light in the entire 15 books #or when apollo sees will w an arm around nico in the campfire and thinks 'they're so cute they make me feel desolate'#that was also endearing #go apollo !!#nice question thanks for it !!#toa #the trials of apollo #nico di angelo #will solace #lester papadopoulos #solangelo #ask grecia

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miyagi-hokarate · 6 months

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Cobra Kai 1x06 "Quiver"

Anna Haifisch, Dog Thoughts

#Cobra Kai #Johnny Lawrence #Anna Haifisch #Art #Web Weaving #Miyagi-horiginal #First fandom post on the new blog 🥂#Anyways sorry but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA about Johnny you know #Finally making this thought into an actually post knowing it'll show up in the tags 😭#The unofficial sequel to my 'Dear Desolation | Mercy Part II' post from my old sideblog

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disdaidal · 1 year

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Barfrid for @catzy88 ♥

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riveracheron · 10 months

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rip hunter terri tdh you would have loved The Desolation

#listen. being wayyyy too in love with a girl that you burn down a church? desolation core that mf could be jude perry #the dear hunter #tdh hunter #the desolation #tma #the magnus archives

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machinefetishist · 7 months

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i have thoughts about the new thy art is murder

#like. breakdowns are amazing riffs are amazing drum work is amazing screams are amazing #but its so repetitive to the point where all the songs feel like a just a long drawn out one ykwim #i still think its good #id give it like a 6.5/10 bc i know for sure i wont listen to it in 2-3 months #reminds me a bit of dear desolation which is my favorite album of theirs but it doesnt feel nearly as groundbreaking as that one felt #gonna relisten to it later to see whether this was all just a first impression thing

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davy-zeppeli · 1 year

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perform for us little funny guitar boy ohmygod😭😭😭😭 just shredding my vocal cords laughing 😭😭😭😭😭

they put his ass on the shame stool and made that funny little guitar boy perform WITHOUT his guitar. the embarrassment. the shame. the utter scorn. he was a clown and that show was the circus. honk honk mikey boy

#watching him on that stool was like watching another stool sit on top of a stool #like kebab skewers trying to stack vertically #desolate stick bug clown sits on his silly little stool and performs his sad little song #ily michael my dear #ask #ily ray

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clitfisto · 1 year

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rereading annihilation and underlining the lines that stick with me and. fucking no wonder im the way i am about disco elysium This was my narrative awakening

#area x is the pale is nihilism is creation is destruction is the abstraction of all you know and hold dear is the next world for new people #it is too late for us #for people who are surrounded by desolation -- and learn to find beauty in it -- its tempting to let it colonize you #but ultimately it leads to total alienation #or not idk i havent read the other southern reach books. i liked the ambiguity of the ending

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irregodless · 1 year

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#so about the addams family #again #i think something to focus on is just like. how happy theyre supposed to be.#wednesday aside theyre doing some stuff with her and like it or not thats just the new characterization #but gomez and morticia will frequently ask each other are you unhappy #and the correct answer is yes #and you can see that as just a cutesy inversion but at the same time #they also visibly dont like when someone in their family or others around them are actually upset or unhappy #so the way i see that specifically is just. a lifetime of. i prefer the night and the moon. i prefer storms #and people talking down on those things. like oh storms are bad and nasty weather #oh you must be so unhappy the way you live etc #and so theyre just like ???? no what are you talking about. so its not even supposed to be some nod to the macabre #that the family is always depressed. i think theyre just being sarcastic. the world says what we like is gloomy and bad! so surely we must #be upset! morticia dear is your tea you like causing you great anguish? oh yes gomez dear absolutely miserable #anyway tedtalk etc #you say our lifestyle is wrong? that we should be sad? well if this joy i feel is sadness then brother i am downright desolate!

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bebs-art-gallery · 22 days

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Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous

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someonedairy · 9 months

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¿Por qué tú? ¿Por qué yo?

Viernes 21 de Abril del 2023.

Hoy me terminaste, hoy había pasado una semana del abuso. Hoy me dejaste ir por mi cuenta por esta travesía tan confusa y dolorosa.

Esto te escribí. Hubiera sido más fácil solo terminar contigo, pero por primera vez no quería irme por el camino fácil. O tal vez solo no me quería quedar sola mientras pasaba por esta situación, aunque a pesar de quererlo, sucedió igual.

Son demasiadas las cosas que siento ahora mismo que siento que voy a llegar con una diarrea verbal, por eso escribo lo que diré así puedo ser un poco más organizada y así no abrumarte con tantas palabras.

.Este último tiempo (dos semanas maybe) he estado pensando en lo que siento respecto a la relación. Siento que esta diferente, te siento diferente, distante. Tal vez es porque tienes menos tiempo, tal vez es porque en verano estabas de vacaciones y por eso hablamos tanto en comparación a ahora.

Se que hablamos de esto... Por eso acordamos los tiempos para vernos porque tendríamos poco tiempo para el otro, en parte siento que es mi culpa esto y me lo provoque sola... Pero hasta hace un tiempo no me afectaba la poca comunicación que había, o tal vez no era tan poca como ahora.

Lo que quiero decir es que me sucedió algo feo, horrible, que hace que me cueste levantarme todos los días, y hace que me cueste subirme al metro, y tomar atención en clases, y comer, y respirar... y lo que quiero es tu apoyo... Y no lo tengo. Y se que te preocupo y me quieres mucho, pero me da pena darme cuenta que amigos con los que no soy tan cercana me dan más atención que tu, que se supone que eres a quien llamo pareja.

Tal vez lo único que quiero es tu atención y es irónico, porque hablé tanto de respetar nuestros espacios... Pero ahora mismo la necesito, me permití confiar en ti, pensar en ti, hablar contigo y contar contigo... ¿Pero ahora? No siento que en realidad sea así.

Quiero pensar que es porque no sabes que estoy mal y no sabes que necesito más de tu atención, o que no eres consciente de lo mal que estoy porque si no ¿Por qué ya ni si quiera me preguntas como estoy?

Me da vergüenza tener que llegar acá a decirte eso, que necesito de tu atención, me da vergüenza decir que necesito de atención. Pero así es y aquí estoy...

He estado pensando en lo que siento respecto a la relación, respecto a lo que siento por ti. Y es diferente, y va cambiando cada día, y cada día siento que busco una excusa para decir "sí, me gusta el Lukas por esta razón" cuando en realidad eso es lo que hago, busco razones para... cuando no debería buscar, si no que sentirlo.

A veces siento que te exijo demasiadas cosas, pero te pregunto y no dices nada... y te creo, entonces.

Lukas, te quiero mucho, pero ahora mismo no me estas dando lo que necesito, y quiero pensar que no lo haces porque no sabes que es lo que necesito y por eso vengo a decírtelo.

Así que por favor dime, ¿puedes estar para mí en este momento? ¿En esta situación que está pasando? Se honesto por favor, porque ya no quiero seguir ilusionándome con esa idea, me siento suficiente mal con lo que me está ocurriendo como para sentirme mal contigo también, porque no me quiero sentir mal contigo. Me quiero sentir segura como antes. Así que dime, ayúdame, porque no sé qué hacer.

Someone's Dairy

#desahogo #help #someone's dairy #alone with my thoughts #leave me alone #alone #desolation #feeling sick #dear lover #dear nightmare

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sas-soulwriter · 7 months

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Dark past ideas

A dark past can be really intresting in books .here are some ideas:

Mysterious Orphanage Escapee: A character who grew up in a sinister orphanage and narrowly escaped its dark secrets.

Traumatic War Survivor: A soldier who witnessed unspeakable horrors on the battlefield, leaving deep emotional scars.

Secret Criminal Past: A reformed criminal who once led a life of violence, but is now trying to make amends.

Kidnapped as a Child: A character who was abducted at a young age and endured years of captivity before escaping.

Tragic Family Betrayal: A character who was betrayed by a close family member, leading to a life filled with distrust and pain.

Cult Escapee: Someone who managed to break free from a dangerous cult, but is haunted by their past involvement.

Haunted by a Violent Crime: A person who accidentally caused harm to someone in their past and has been tormented by guilt ever since.

Dark Addiction: A character who battled a severe addiction that nearly destroyed their life before seeking recovery.

Betrayed by a Friend: A friend who turned out to be a traitor, leading to significant emotional trauma.

Abandoned in Isolation: Someone who was left alone and abandoned in a desolate place, struggling to survive.

Witness to a Murder: A character who saw a murder as a child and was forever scarred by the experience.

Childhood Experimentation: A person who was subjected to unethical scientific experiments in their youth, leaving lasting physical and emotional scars.

Kidnapped and Forced into Crime: A character who was abducted and forced to commit criminal acts against their will.

Betrayed by a Mentor: Someone who was betrayed by a trusted mentor, leading to a deep sense of betrayal and loss.

Survived Natural Disaster: A survivor of a catastrophic natural disaster who lost everything they held dear.

Abusive Relationship Escapee: A person who managed to escape an abusive relationship, but continues to struggle with the trauma.

Witness to a Dark Ritual: A character who stumbled upon a sinister occult ritual in their past, leaving them haunted by the experience.

Family Curse: A character burdened by a dark family curse that has brought suffering to generations.

Identity Theft and Framing: A person who had their identity stolen and was wrongfully accused of crimes they didn't commit.

#creative writing #writing #writers block #writing advice #writblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing community #writing tips #words #wattpad #ao3 #reader #enemies to lovers #wattpad writer #amreading #novels #darkpast #darkromance

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tojisun · 1 month

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“ghost,” price’s voice rumbles in his ear, the faint static almost breaking through his focus. there’s a familiar cadence in his captain’s voice, one that drags against simon’s body in miasmic waves—it is, after all, nothing short of a warning. still, none of it matters, and simon continues to march on.

“the mission–”

“stopped being my priority,” simon replies, cutting him off.

there was nothing but a crackle. a quiet whirring. then, “you know this is not what they would want.”

he grunts. “good thing they’re not here then.”

simon slinks into the shadows, ducking underneath the balcony, his eyes frantic as he scans the parameters. it’s safe. quiet. too quiet, in fact.

“location?”

“south of the chapel,” gaz replies with no hesitation. simon hums to himself—price must’ve shifted his directives too, then.

“roger.”

he moves, his boots crunching against the gravel and filling up the dead passage way with just enough noise. there’s still a whole lot of suspicious inactivity, one that makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise up, but he doesn’t get to dwell on the thought anymore. not when a loud bang rips through the silence.

his breath stutters, mind racing—that sound came from the shed.

his legs tense, muscles rippling.

“shots fired!” he reports before he leaps, devouring the vast space between himself and the sounds of scuffling. prayers form on the tip of his tongue, racing down his throat like scalding water.

he’s not even a religious man, but dear gods–

simon passes around the chapel, eyes cataloguing the lit rooms inside what he was told to be a desolate building, before tearing through the wooded shed. he knows he should’ve searched the area for any threat, should’ve probably waited for backup, but simon’s been running on overdrive, his emotions piling. spilling.

he tears the door open, guns poised for easy aim. only–

simon’s body buckles, throat constricting with the words he wishes he can say. but there is nothing else to be said. nothing but thank you’s.

because there, standing in the middle of the chaos, bloody and wounded and banged up to hell, is you. you weren’t even taken for that long but look how much they did to you. they hurt you.

your feet are soaked with blood, your boots and socks having been stripped off of you as though a part of their attempts at making you incapable of leaving. your face is swollen. marked up. cuts trace from the angle of your jaw to the side of your temple, leaving blood to trickle down to your neck, staining your tee. the gash doesn’t look deep, but maybe that’s all the blood covering the actual extents.

simon forces himself to breathe. to stay still.

(everyone has their own triggers, that’s what they were first told when laswell brought you to them.

“remember theirs and be careful,” she said before a pleased smile tugged at her lips. “mommy’s bringing home a new littermate. aren’t you all glad?”

the meeting ended there, just as johnny opened his mouth to complain. price passed around your file and simon memorized every line that night—your tell, your preferred gun, your morning beat.

somehow, he thinks that maybe that night was when his devotion to you started.)

simon watches—he’s always been watching you since the day that you arrived—as you compose yourself. the m9 is still gripped so tightly in your trembling fist, the metal quietly creaking at the pressure. it fills up the space in tandem with your ragged breaths, and he knows you’re still there, trapped in the depths of your mind.

alone. angry. scared.

“status?” price asks.

simon licks his lips. “unstable.”

he hears the faint crackle of johnny cursing from the other end of the line, and simon gets him. he really does. but he thinks they also just don’t understand.

you’re here. alone. alive.

your spiral is just proof of that. proof that even in your loneliness, amidst the pain, you clawed your way to survival.

simon hopes you two were back home—the barracks have been home for years now—so he can reward you. sweetly. fully. you deserve all that and more. deserve to be devoted on. to be adored. to be revered.

you were always beautiful, of course, but there is something sacred in seeing you like this: bloodied, angered, victorious.

he prays that your wounds will turn to scars, if only to give him a map of where to press his kisses from now on.

“ghost?” you finally mutter, and it tears simon from his thoughts. your voice is a weak rasp, like you’ve been parched for eons, and despite that, it spills the tension from simon’s body, his muscles loosening up at finally seeing you return to the topside.

he wants to say your name. he wants to sound it out—aren’t names made to be chanted like prayers, anyway?—but he reels himself in and mutters your callsign instead. the name tumbles from his mouth with the desperation and the worry smothered under the guise of grace.

your lips twitch up in an attempt at a smile. they don’t really get to make it much because of the gash running down the corner of your mouth. still, it makes simon stumble over his feet until he is rushing past corpses and sliding into your space.

“can i–”

he doesn’t even get to finish asking before you’re falling into his arms, tucking in your bruised face carefully on the crook of his neck. he takes your bulk in his embrace, folding you to himself, before he rests his chin on the top of your head.

you fist at his vest, your other hand still tight on the m9, and simon can’t really blame you. even he still feels exposed to any danger from in and out of this shed even when you’ve taken out all of the enemies. so he holds you close and holds you tight, knowing every second is sacred.

he breathes you in, taking in the scent of the leather, gun powder, and iron. it all feels familiar to him; it all smells like you.

simon nuzzles the smooth part of his mask over your temple. then, “let’s go home?”

you shift until you’re peering up at him, and simon takes this as the chance to catalogue the extent of your wounds. his lips purse at finally seeing the gash; you would probably need stitches.

“okay,” you finally reply. your eyes wrinkle as you attempt to smile. “thanks for comin’ back f’r me.”

“always,” simon murmurs, feeling choked up as his exhaustion finally catches up on him. “y’know that, right?”

you hum, nodding, and that was that.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod x reader #cw guns #cw violence #suns #sooooo idk where this came from or why i even wrote it but ALAS

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