बारा.

Nihilism and Absurdism

one/?

the world should have protected you, yet you have been asked to protect it. what an honor. what an injustice.

It turns out when you die you don’t face your own God, but instead face the God of whomever or whatever killed you.

the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

You, a heroic paladin have successfully slain a fearsome dragon. But the dragon warns you that death is but a door, and dragons don’t die, they reincarnate. You paid it no mind….until your son was born with golden, slitted eyes.

10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board

which omnipotent god-shape would win, you choose

I wouldn't mess with Bill if I were you, Alastor:)

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me: chat what do we think

the angel and devil on my shoulders: can you not call us that please

Oh hey I can post gif here too. Great :D

I wanted to draw Yugi’s first time seeing Atem idk  🥹

English version:Yami says it's his fault. He gave in to his darkness, and Yugi paid the price. Now that Yugi's gone, the darkness is starting to grow.

Japanese version:When you are with me, I can feel the heart of tenderness and forgiveness. Right now, all I feel is emptiness.

Yami | Atem & Yugi canonically wanting to be together forever but separate when Yami | Atem passes on into the afterlife:

And it's canon that Yugi misses him all the time:

Me:

Had a conversation with my friend about mochi kororin Yugi a while ago haha

Puzzleshipping, but Instead Yuugi and Atem are both obsessed and long to horrifically become one within the other. Loving someone enough in anyway, platonic or romantic, to the point where you’d rather sew yourselves together than separate. Holding a ghost so tightly it squeezes through every pore and oriface. Tearing through skin and muscle, cracking open ribs to wrap yourself around his delicate heart. Not your or his body, but Our body. Our eyes. Our heart. Singular.

when you stand before Anubis as he goes to weigh and judge your heart against the feather of maat he will falter as he pulls from your chest, two hearts that beat together as one.