Tumgik
#go commit atrocities
hakusins · 15 days
Text
Tumblr media
cw // mentions of cannibalism + cults in the description
sydney the cannibal, the irredeemable, the hypocrite, the liar, the oath breaker, the sinner, the butcher, the flesh robber, the library keeper
lord when @digenerate-trash first put the idea of cannibal + cult leader!sydney during an apocalypse in my head, i had never found peace since. so here's my interpretation of sydney in the forgotten au!
322 notes · View notes
mommyclaws · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
He is so fucking dumb and ugly I love him
569 notes · View notes
chalkrub · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
i know he ate a cheese
68K notes · View notes
royalarchivist · 1 year
Text
Wilbur: Who's the lucky- who's the lucky lady, who's Missa, what's she like?
Phil: It's a dude. *laughs*
Wilbur: Phil, you didn't tell me you were bi, and also polyamorous.
Phil: Definitely not.
Wilbur: What does Kri- what does Kristin think of your- of your... husband?
Phil: SHE'S NOT CANON IN THIS UNIVERSE! And we- and it's not like that, it's not like that- it's uh, we're- it's platonic, we're just dude's hanging out protecting an egg-
Wilbur: Who's the top?
Phil:
Tumblr media
4K notes · View notes
itsnotacostume · 7 months
Text
we as a fandom do not talk about this scene enough. what the fuck is this. why did he feel the need to install this? so he could stare at his boybestfriend all day without having to get up?
1K notes · View notes
yourslimeybuddy · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
art dump numero dos: ghost in the machine brainrot
yes i inserted my little slime guy into the chapter scenes. why? its funny
youve alreayd seen this shit liek 8000 times in discord but GET READY FOR TUMBLR CUZ I GOT CATCHIGN UP TO DO @venomous-qwille
592 notes · View notes
downadura · 2 months
Text
> be contessa
> you get superpowers that tell you that god is evil
> you dedicate your whole life to killing god
> you do horrible, unspeakable acts in your efforts to do so
> some scrawny kid shows up at the last second and kills god instead of you
> she doesn't even care
347 notes · View notes
lotus-pear · 3 months
Text
bsd fic authors i understand yalls pain SO well right now why is it so fucking HARD to write dazai. like i have a whole fucking spreadsheet dedicated to tireless analysis i have done on my part so i can accurately characterize him but he is such an unpredictable and morally gray character that it's hard knowing his limits and boundaries and where he draws the line for himself.
#i hate when ppl make him out to be a sadistic villain with no remorse. like did we read the same manga 💀#but at the same time he is NOT crying abt all the ppl he sent to the grave. he sleeps just fine at night knowing he committed atrocities#yes he feels remorse? but he isn't like kunikida to weep at someone's grave for failing to save them#and then we have his emotions themselves#dazai isn't emotionless. far from it. he has difficulty expressing affection but yk he finds someone endearing when he trusts them#trust is very important to dazai and is one of the aspects of human emotion that he can fully grasp#but like everything else is in a hazy gray area that he does not feel like exploring. he feels alienated from his humanity bc of this#AUUUGHH can someone help me with character analysis PLEASE#I WASNT PAYING ATTENTION TO THIS MF UNTIL RECENTLY SO I MISSED OUT ON A LOT OF IMPORTANT DETAILS#see i would go and reread a few light novels but like i don't have time for that#and this is for dazai specifically. i am very well versed on his relationships w other charcaters#but just like asigiri himself said: it's very difficult to write dazai and write him WELL#so yeaaa i have a lot of smart ppl following me pls help#bsd#ALSO MY FRIEND STILL HAS NO LONGER HUMAN UUUUGHHHHHH I NEED THAT BACK BC I TABBED IT A SHIT TON#FOR LIKE CONNECTIONS TO YOZO AND BSD DAZAI AND WHERE ASIGIRI DREW INSPIRATION FROM YOZOS CHARACTER FOR DAZAI#THAT WOULD BE SUCH A VALUABLE FUCKING RESOURCE BC I DID SOME ANNOTATIONS IN THEM TOO BUT MY BOOK IS ANOTHER FUCKING STATE#I HATE IT HERE FML
291 notes · View notes
sonicexelle-junkary · 1 month
Text
Every month I am reminded that some people are downbad for Smile, and every month I try to pretend it’s a joke.
98 notes · View notes
rosepompadour · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO, 1965
101 notes · View notes
coomer-every-day · 9 months
Note
Send him to therapy please, he's been through some shit
Tumblr media
Day 119
232 notes · View notes
aprill-99 · 1 year
Text
There’s a very specific type of antihero I’m noticing that loves committing atrocities for the heck of it, but figures out that their in-universe moral coding means they can only karmically get away with committing atrocities if it’s for their family (to save them, help them, etc).
And their response is to build the BIGGEST FOUND FAMILY EVER so they can get away with committing EXTRA ATROCITIES.
And it works.
716 notes · View notes
robots-are-kinda-hot · 4 months
Text
I like to think error is the kind of guy to say he’s awesome, compliment himself n shit, but fucking crumples and blushes to hell and back when someone genuinely tells him he’s cute or agrees with him when he says he is
like. imagine being his friend or something, and he brags that he’s Sans Abomination #1 and u go “oh yeah, ur the best :)”
you get so confused when he blushes and yells at you for it. like
Error: UGH, you weren’t supposed to agree!
You (genuinely confused): …but what else was I supposed to do?
Error:
You:
Error, throwing up his hood angrily with error signs clouding his sockets: …N-NOT DO THAT!
63 notes · View notes
guinevereslancelot · 2 years
Text
babe would you still love me if we were superheroes and you were in danger and i went absolutely bonkers and crossed every moral boundary imaginable to protect you at literally any cost?
672 notes · View notes
hom3landr · 1 year
Text
Morning Musings
Tumblr media
Enjoy my five am ramblings because I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. No plot, just tooth rotting fluff.
It’s one of those perfect mornings, where your nose is just a little bit chilly in the early air but the rest of your body is bathed in the cozy heat of a shared bed. It’s still dark outside but if you look close you can see a faint orange hue on the horizon, about to overtake the city in a wave. There are no press conferences or contractual appearances today so you indulge in the sweet lazy satisfaction that comes from knowing you can easily slip back into slumber for as long as you wish. You’ve always been that combination of early waker but late riser. You’ve never been able to sleep in but you don’t mind because it means you have ample time to observe him.
He barely needs to sleep at all with all the V that runs through his veins. You didn’t even know he could sleep during the first year of your dalliance. Neither of you have yet acknowledged that whatever this is has long evolved past the fuck buddies arrangement you made ages ago. It was only after you found him catnapping on the couch one day after a particularly rough interview that you realized there was a difference between needing to sleep and needing to sleep. So you began coaxing into bed with you, not for sex, but to encourage him to rest and allow himself that comfort. Once he began to let his guard down, you discovered that he can sleep like a rock, all those years of denying himself such a basic need has left him powerless to escape its clutches.
You don’t mind. Especially if it means you get to hear his cute little snores that he doesn’t realize he does. You won’t tell him, he’d only get sour and insistent that he would never. It’s almost like your own little secret. It’s such a inconsequential thing but you feel like it belongs to you and nobody else. No matter what happens, you can keep that tucked away inside you like a candle on a stormy night.
You reach out and gently brush a lock of his hair back into place. He looks so innocent and boyish in sleep. All of the sharp cunning and cruel edges fade away until he appears as harmless as a kitten. It would be hard to recognize him as the indestructible man who always has a tinge of iron in his scent no matter how much he showers. Your fingertips gently brush the gentle skin of his cheek and wonder what could have been if Vought hadn’t dug its talons into him. You doubt he would be as cruel but it amuses you to think he’d keep that sharp wit. Maybe, without intent to maim.
He practically purrs at your touch although he remains deep in slumber. He always seems to know when your hands are on him. You give a light scratch at the closely shorn hair of his undercut, enjoying the way he huffs and snuggles deeper into his pillow. You would keep him like this all the time if you could, and you’re willing to admit that the reasoning is entirely selfish. You chuckle at the thought of you saving the world simply because you know how to cuddle. Surprisingly, the soft noise causes one blue eye to crack open hazily.
The way he looks at you takes your breath away. All of that sly malice and creeping paranoia, all of that decades old pain and fresh indignity, all of Homelander, is gone from his gaze. He has that look of contented shyness that comes from someone enjoying something they aren’t entirely sure they have the right to but that they shamelessly indulge in nonetheless. He looks so young, with all of that baggage briefly stripped away. You wonder again what he could have been if he had been raised properly. You’re especially fond of the image of him as a little league coach, telling a group of downtrodden kids after a loss that they’re heroes for trying. It’s a ridiculous fantasy, but you feel like you’re entitled to a little silliness.
“G’morning” he slurs out, voice still gravelly from sleep. He wraps an arm around your waist to effortlessly tug you against his chest. He buries his face in your hair and inhales, huffing your scent like it’s some kind of drug. It’s always so interesting to see how his senses inform his behavior. He’s incredibly tactile, always wanting to cover you in his scent or drown himself in the sound of your heartbeat. It intimidated you at first, how attuned he was to you. None of your other lovers even noticed if you cut your hair, much less be able to warn you before a migraine hits purely because your scent would reflect the disturbance in your brain chemistry. You worried that such an intimate knowledge of your body would push him away, but he revels in the fact that he knows you better than any human grunt could ever dream of.
It’s easy to lose yourself in these moments and forget the work that goes into this relationship day by day. You are not immune to his petty jabs or his sour temper. He’s never hurt you physically but his ruthless tongue has left you sobbing in the bathroom more times than you can count. He’s testing you, trying to find the breaking point where your love will no longer be enough to withstand him. He’ll never find it but it doesn’t make the battles any less exhausting. It’s why mornings like this are so precious to you. These moments are why you let your heart be bruised over and over.
You love him, probably more than you’ve ever loved anything. You think he knows even if he doesn’t trust in that knowledge.
He shifts, rolling on top of you in one smooth motion. Your legs spread instinctively, expecting him to slip inside for an early morning romp. It tears your heart in two when instead he uses it as a way to snuggle in even closer, to have as much skin to skin contact as possible. You remember when every touch was a calculated effort to get in your pants, because it’s the only way he had ever received reassurance or comfort from touch. You’ve noticed lately that he’s started to enjoy contact for its own sake, not just as a means to an end. You aren’t deluded enough to think you can fix him, or that the love of one person is enough to erase an entire lifetime of emotional neglect. So you don’t try. You simply love him for the sake of it.
It’s for this reason that he allows himself to be vulnerable, even if he doesn’t realize it. There is no agenda. There’s just two people who are no longer alone. Sometimes, that’s enough.
480 notes · View notes
smol-soop-spoon · 5 months
Text
today's the 17th of december, which is not only my birthday but also marks the beginning of Richard's terrible, terrible winter break
58 notes · View notes