mouth open, silent and blue and in the heat, it searched for you

rip eileen :(((

it comforts me much more to lay in the foundations of decay (get up, coward)

TRANSCRIPT

So, as it is probably known, Technoblade has passed. If you can, please donate in honor of him.

https://www.curesarcoma.org/technoblade-tribute/


When the news dropped I think it took me a few hours to actually process what had happened and even after watching his last video there was a part of me that just… couldn’t believe it? I cried of course none the less. Am still crying if I’m being honest. There was such certainty that this was something he could brush off, and yet. Maybe he was needed elsewhere more. My thoughts go out to his friends and family, and I wish them the best during all of this.

I wasn’t, and still aren’t really part of the MCYT or DSMP fandom, I actually found Techno’s channel from SAD-IST’s work, their animation about Dream and Techno’s duel had been showing up on my recommended and I just thought “Why not - it looks cool.” And from there I was hooked on their stuff, and because I wanted context I started looking into the YouTubers. I found Techno through Dream and immediately subscribed. His content was hilarious and I loved his dark sense of humor. This was during the pandemic and a time where I was figuring out my future - so his videos were a welcome reprieve. ((The Potato War still has me in stitches even after multiple viewings.))

It was thanks to him and the community that he had, that I started making fanart again. For the longest time because I wanted art to be my career I focused solely on making portfolio worthy stuff and along the way kind of forgot the fun of creating things just for me. But his community was so vibrant - so much art dedicated to his character with so many variations I just had to partake. And I started drawing again, things from the DSMP RP, fanart for fan fiction, just little things that made me happy. And I got better at art along the way - not just from the practice but also because I enjoyed doing it again.

Part of me wishes that I had been a little more active online and was able to properly thank him for all that he’s done for me, but I know that even if he didn’t know me he still understood the impact he had on others and how loved and appreciated he was.

I think somewhere deep in my heart I will always secretly be waiting for Techno’s next update. And that’s alright. Who knows - maybe we’ll get word on how his conquest of God’s domain is going, that would be a very Technoblade thing to do. But I digress.

Technoblade, good luck and godspeed wherever you are. Whether that be the long awaited retirement arc, or as you make your way through the Kingdom of Heaven to PVP God. Thank you for everything you’ve done, I promise to live my best life in your honor.

Technoblade never dies.

Bodaway Kanoska for @wildmelon's "Love at First Bite"

Admittedly, Bodaway is not great at being a vampire. Fine, scratch that: if Bodaway is being honest, he's actually not even "good" or "decent" at being a vampire and the few immortal beings he barely keeps in his microscopic circle never fail to remind him of this fact (much to his dismay). Feeding on mortals? Harrowing. The social aspect of clans and all the events that come with being a part of them? Painful at best. But immortality, as it turns out, kind of sucks when you isolate yourself for two centuries. So, yeah, perhaps it's time to take Paris and Nour up on their (years old) offer to connect Bodaway to "others like them" via a very exclusive social event in New York City.

More info (and some extra pictures) under the cut! ❤️

Commonly goes by: "Bodie" because it raises less eyebrows and is generally an "easier" name for people to pronounce and remember. That being said, he likes his full first name because it grounds him to his humanity and connects him to his Native American roots and culture. Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: "Unlabeled" (He sees a connection as a connection, he feels that gender identity wouldn't change anything and he has never given it much more thought than that!) Occult: vampire (master level with absolutely no ambition to wield any kind of power or influence in the vampire community). Age/birthday/star sign: Somewhere around 200 years old - he really stopped caring once he hit 150. He was turned around the age of 29; May 15th; Taurus Traits: loves the outdoors, loner, maker (+ some bonus gameplay-related traits such as responsible, happy toddler, etc. that relate to his life before he was a vampire). Education: finally got around to completing a high school education about 15 years ago (online, naturally). Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast Occupation: Currently does freelance work: refurbishing antiques and selling them, crafting furniture pieces from scratch. It's solitary work but it's soothing (and Bodaway likes working with his hands).

Some Lore:

Bodaway spent the first 50 years of his immortal existence on his own with one goal - finding the person who turned him. To confront them, to thank them... he wasn't sure. He traveled nonstop and met many vampires among many clans, but could only give them a vague description from memories formed while he was on the brink of death. Most of the interactions were dead ends and the more time that passed the more restless he became. Finally, he was advised to go to Germany and meet with noble vampires Nour and Paris who, apparently, had been alive much longer than most of their kind.

Although the Sadeks weren't able to track down the man who turned him, they were able to provide him with something much more important that he'd neglected for so long - conversation, compassion, a listening ear, and a home to stay in for a while. (I imagine Nour took a special interest in Bodaway due to him being so frail and all-consumed by anger when they met. After all, it isn't normal for a vampire to turn someone and then abandon them, leaving them to figure out immorality entirely on their own.) He hadn't realized how far he had strayed from his humanity, and he was terrified of his dark physical appearance (he was dirty, his hair unkempt, his skin had a gray pallor to it, there were even cracks forming in his skin). Although their lifestyle was vastly out of his comfort zone, it was grounding. Once he felt more like his true self, he promised he'd never go back to just feeding and surviving. He stayed with the pair for a few years, quietly minding his business and taking the much needed guidance on how to navigate his eternal existence moving forward. He's extremely thankful for everything they did for him and keeps in touch with them as much as he can manage (which for him is every few years, but what's a few years to an immortal being?).

Even after regaining some of his humanity and learning the ropes on how to be an immortal being in an ever-changing world, he still spent a lot of time viewing immortality as a disruption to the natural order. Sometimes he still sees himself as an animal, a monster even, and he deals with feelings of guilt that he evaded death while his family weren't given the same chance.

His family (5 sisters/3 brothers/mom/dad) died because of an animal attack while hunting and looking for shelter in the wrong place at the wrong time. Knowing what he knows now, he believes the attack was executed by a pair of werewolves, crazed by the full moon and set off by the presence of vampires on their turf. The small vampire clan included the man who turned him "out of compassion" when he was seconds away from death. But of course he doesn't know for certain all the details of what happened that night. At the time his family was attacked, none of them were even aware that such beings existed outside of stories and legends. He just has vague memories to go off of: markings on the fur, the uniquely enormous size of the animals, the nearly human eyes staring into him as their claws descended upon his body. He laid there, bleeding slowly and bones broken for hours...minutes? He's unsure. Then, in the early hours of the morning, he was approached by a well-dressed man with short fire red hair, freckled pale flesh, and eyes bluer than the clearest sky. The strangers eyes were clouded with unshed tears and something like uncertainty mixed with determination before he gently lifted Bodaway's head into his lap, lifted his limp wrist to his mouth, and the sting of teeth and warmth overtook him. His scars are from that attack. (Note that this doesn't impact the way he sees werewolves - he sees their instincts as no different than that of vampires or other immortal beings.)

With that being said, he does not sleep well most of the time, as he has to deal with night-terrors. He's got a lot of trauma, and he could probably benefit from speaking to a professional... but are there even vampire therapists? He's not so sure. He also is a guilty blood drinker - it exacerbates those "I'm a monster, I'm no better than the animals that killed my family" feelings. So he only drinks when absolutely necessary, and he prefers it to be with consent. But he doesn't mind drinking from blood bags - it isn't fresh, but it was ethically sourced and voluntarily given and that's good enough for him.

But he can't deny some of the benefits of his immortality - he's got inhuman strength and speed to match. Not just that, but he also has a certain charm about him that is undeniable. In his human life he faded into the background voluntarily - he's never been outgoing and he never trusted anyone enough to let his walls down completely. But ever since being turned, humans find themselves more drawn to him now (perhaps not a perk to him, but it could be for some people).

Unique to his kind, he has a reasonable resistance to sunlight (fortunate for him, a lover of the outdoors). It's a power that, in his belief, may have come from the vampire who turned him.

He lives minimally because that's really all he's ever known. His family lived simply, and he has been content with continuing that for himself. But he isn't judgmental about it: in fact, he would never look down on others who enjoy luxury or finer things because he does see the appeal. He'd be 100% open to living somewhere more lavish so long as he could do so ethically and have access to fresh air and a place to work outdoors from time to time.

He currently lives by himself in a modern, minimalist home he had built deep in a secluded area of the woods. (I imagine he lives somewhere like North Carolina, and his home looking something like this.) after his about a century he took in an enormous and gentle Rottweiler named Sunny, but he was devastated when he passed and hasn't gotten a new furry companion since. But he LOVES dogs (and all animals really). He wanted to be a veterinarian in his human life, but never pursued that after being turned. (But it's never too late, he hasn't closed that door completely!)

Because he is well traveled and has spent most of his life in isolation, clanless, he has had a handful of partners over the years - all human. But his relationships were never serious and he would intentionally keep them at arms length. He has always resisted opportunities for love, in part because he doesn't know if he deserves to be loved... but also out of fear for losing someone he loves. He already finds eternal existence to be a foreboding thing, but trying to do that with a broken heart seems like an impossible and cruel punishment to endure.

He's stayed away from dating other vampires as he's always dealt with the ethical quandary of believing he's a monster. So I think it would be kind of poetic and scary for him, falling in love with someone who shares the thing he detests in himself - because when Bodaway loves someone, truly, he would worship them. He doesn't see their faults. I think of this quote: "When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it." (poem here). And this would completely shake his view of himself. It would change so much for him.

Lastly, I will leave you with some lighter facts: I would describe him as rigid, quiet, and reserved around strangers and acquaintances but passionate, intense, loyal, and soft around those he loves. His favorite color is green. Physical touch & words of affirmation are his love language. He loves all outdoor activities (swimming, hiking, fishing, etc.) and is obviously very crafty (especially with woodworking). His tattoo is symbolic of a family heirloom (a broach passed down to each eldest daughter) and because his sisters and mother passed in the attack, he kept it but wears it in the form of his tattoo (it lives on with his immortal body). He was the oldest child in his family. Chocolate cosmos are his favorite flower.

ALRIGHT, I AM DONE. Whew. I'm so sorry, this is why I don't make occults often. I love lore, I eat occult backstories uppppppppp. You can take the girl out of her middle school vampire phase, but you can't take the middle school vampire phase out of the girl.

Below are 3 full body shots (everyday, formal, underwear/sleep) and a picture of the scars and tattoos on his back!

Private DL if chosen!

Rest in peace, Cupcake 😭💔

Intro: Josie

(Anya Taylor-Joy) [THE FOX]. Please welcome [Josie Reigh (She/Her)] to Huntsville, WV. They are a [23]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [assistant librarian]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive. (Pixie, 24, She/her/hers, EST)

Name: Josie Reigh Nicknames: Jo, JoJo, Age/DOB: 23 April 14th, 1999 Gender: cis-Female She/Her Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual Personality type: The Fox Relationship status: In a relationship with Gabe 'G' Westfall Occupation: Librarian Assistant Destianation: In Town

Bio:

TW: Alcoholism, Death and emotional abuse

Josie always felt out of place in Huntsville. Her Parents, who were always drunk, seemed to never understand her issues with the small town, or why she threatened to run away and never come back. Despite her hate for her home town Josie was a good kid and a good student always excelling at most of her classes in school. She was also not one to shy away from people and still manage to have a good group of friends that made Huntsville a little more tolerable.

Josie knew from an early age that her only way out of Huntsville would be going to college. She also knew that meant she would have to save up for herself. Helping with chores around the house and sneaking an extra dollar from her parents wallet when she could. She had managed saved up quite a little stash of money. However a few days before her thirteenth birthday, she came home from school to find both her parents passed out in the living room with empty bottles of liquor everywhere, along with the box where she had hid her money. It was gone, all of it. Every last cent wasted on the one thing her parents loved more than their own child. Tired of her parents Vices she pack a small bag with clothes and necessities. She didn't even leave a note for her parents figuring they wouldn't care. Heading to the border of Huntsville in a cab she scrounged to pay for with some change in her bag. Anticipation rose as they approached the border, closer and closer. Josie almost had to do double take, realizing they had reentered the town. Josie asked the driver what his problem was, only to find out he was just as confused as she was. He tried once more and it was the same result back in Huntsville like she was stuck in a loop. She figured in was a sign and asked the cab driver to drop her back off at home. When she arrived her driveway was full off flashing lights. A sinking feeling rested in her stomach. In what felt like moving in slow motion she watched as a body bag on a Gurney was lead into an ambulance followed by her distraught father, Her Mother had died.

As the years went on Josie's home life only go worse, Her fathers Alcoholism caused him to loose his job, leaving Josie to start work at the library in town. With all chances of Collage off the table thanks to the monsters, the paradox and their financial struggles Josie only saw it fitting that she got a job anyway. It gave her a break from her fathers constant mouth and loud voice. He had always blamed her for her mothers death. Always saying that if she had never runaway her mother would still be alive. Josie often wondered how long her father had left to live, it wasn't long she would soon find out. Thanks to his constant benders her father found himself face to face with one of the monsters pretending to be his late wife. Her father being impaired by his drink approached the figure hopeful that his love had returned. The next morning Josie found him or what was left of him in their front yard. For the first time in Josie life she felt free, and she soon realized Huntsville wasn't the problem, it was her parents.

Josie is now quite content in her place in Huntsville, she just hopes the life she lives now is one she can look back on and not regret it. Not that she has a choice.

He’s tearing through the woods without any mind to the branches that smacked him, thorned vines that cut his arms and legs as he ran.

All the while he’s blinded by the oncoming rush of memory. Of how could I ever forget?? Because there he is right in front of him, rue, his rue, rue! 

how could he ever forget him or the brightness of his laugh or the entire cosmos gleaming in his eyes while they shared a stolen pitcher of mead in the palace courtyard? happiness, so loud and undeniable as he tackled him into the grass and kissed him like he’d finally uncovered what kissing was for 

   every good thing 

every good thing in the universe

How will you fix this, Gabriel? 

 everything thats mine to give, just save him  he stays, the memories stays- just BRING HIM BACK!

Excerpt from Ch1 of In Seas of Green

They walked into the Boss’s office, or Wolf’s Den if you spent long enough with any of the family members. The doors let out a loud heave as they shut behind them. The Boss sat at his desk waiting expectantly for anyone to speak. Nikki took his spot behind Nikolai. Hands behind his back, stand tall. Alexei walked over to the lit fireplace, facing his back to the fire, to better survey the room. Matteo stood alone, as per usual.

“Well?” Nikolai projected at his grandson, “Speak.”

“I went to the joint Lucio is known to be at, no one there had seen him. I was tipped off that he was making a deal with a supplier, so I went to the location. I was stealthy, he shouldn’t have known I was coming.” Matteo started explaining it all.

“I don’t care about how it was done, I want to make sure it was done. If the law tries to come for you, you know I’ll make sure it never happened. Is Lucio dead? Where you successful?” Boss knew the answer, they all did.

“I don’t know. When the pier exploded I jumped ship. Almost drowned even.” Matteo bowed his head, not willing to see the disappointment on his grandfather’s face.

“You willingly let an enemy of ours go? Over a bit of fire?” Nikolai’s jaw tense. His sparse white eyebrows pulling together, leaving a small wrinkle between them.

“It was my life, or his. You can’t fault me for choosing my own.” Matteo looked up, eyes narrowing and his mouth turning into a frown, “Would you have rather I died?”

“You should have died many times through out the years, but yet you persist. You're a cancer that grows back no matter how many times it's cut out. You may bend, but you will never break.” Nikolai sighed, “You doubt your resilience, let fear consume you. That’s reckless and dangerous.”

“You’ve said yourself, a small amount of fear is healthy.” Matteo argued, knowing it was to no use.

“When other’s fear me, fear your brother, fear us as a whole. Not when you let your emotions run ramped. Causing failures.” Nikolai leaned back, darkness taking over his features.

“Mistakes were made. I will correct them.” Matteo wanted nothing more than this to all end.

“You will, you’re allowances and pay will be cut until you hand deliver Lucio’s head to me.” Nikki said before boss could speak, though Nikolai seemed pleased with the punishment.

“Lucio will be on the lookout now, he knows we’re taking action against him.” Nikolai narrowed his eyes at Matteo, “You best not fail again.”

“Lucio will get what’s coming for him, you have my word.” Matteo promised. Matteo didn’t intend to kill Lucio, not right away. He needed to know who informed him of the hit.

“Leave us, then.” Nikolai commanded his grandson. Matteo was not one to delay leaving the old dusty office. He took his leave, and made hast. He hated this house with a passion, never feeling welcome in it.

When an ancient evil is released, a plucky goblin girl and a spoiled prince must embark on a quest to save their realm.

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After all we've been through... Everything that I've done... It can't be for nothing.

THE LAST OF US (2013) dev. Naughty Dog

hes just taking a nap its ok guys

in the middle of the night dai lu got the call that both her parents passed :(

well now i'm a little lost in my thoughts just wishing i could stay to see you out of the dark

[transcript]

Luther paid a visit to his parents, he was also going to greet his younger brother Matthias who was back from one of his journey. Matthias was going to stay at home and help with the farm for a while, as Florence and Lawrence were now very old.

Not longer after in fact, Florence peacefully died in her sleep. It almost seemed that she waited to see her sons one last time before parting. All the family was devastated, especially Lawrence. The love of his life was not with him anymore. Still, death his part of life. Florence lived a happy and fulfilled life, surrounded by her loved ones.

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Family Tree

Hate to do this post, but I have to sooner or later.

Can u say some stuff bout Marlon ? :3

For sure, anon! Tysm for asking 💗

- Marlon is Aleksey's cat. He's around 2-3 years old.

- Aleksey found him on the street as a kitten; unsure of what to do but refusing to leave him in the rain, he brought him back home.

- He soon found out that Marlon belonged to an elderly lady who had recently passed away. When her family came to clean out her apartment, Marlon had escaped out a window.

- The old lady had several cats that her relatives were struggling to figure out how to take care of and they were happy to let Aleksey adopt Marlon and even helped him aquire the necessary things.

- Aleksey didn't name him. Marlon Brando was the old lady's celebrity crush and thus he was named Marlon!

- He's an overall friendly cat but he's the most affectionate with Aleksey. He'll sleep snuggled up by Aleksey's side sometimes.

- He likes to watch pigeons from the window sill.

- Aleksey loves him very much 💗