#it's an ethereal experience

[epitome-of-an-openbook]

what if i block every person that i see campaigning for or speculating that Buck and Eddie will kiss at the bachelor party bc that enforces the truly horrible bi stereotype that bisexual people, like myself, are more likely to cheat? what if I did that 🤨?

#like it wasn't bothering me the first few times i saw it being brought up bc it was ether somone saying please dont do it #or it was someone telling off an anon who put that speculation into their ask box #but i have been seeing an influx of it lately #and I'm about to take the “curate your own Internet experience” very very seriously if I keep seeing it #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #bucktommy #buddie

[emichevy]

He’s so silly and gorgeous I just wanna pick him up by the turtle neck and shake him and he would make a sound like a piggy bank with one penny in it

#spiderman noir #spider noir #my art #I have no idea where I was going with that caption #but I mean that in the most loving way possible #i love my wife #he’s so Ethel cain coded #forget Lana del rey #Ethel cain is where it’s at #he’s so ethereal #why can’t he be real #these are very lazy doodles #but I’m experimenting with my art style #still can’t find a proper art style with this man #he’s impossible #which is what makes him all the more beautiful #hes so babygirl #need him

[angelunderheaven]

nobody's daughter trying to get somewhere, trying to be somebody

#nobody's daughter #girlblogging #lizzy grant #girl interrupted #coquette #dollette #cinnamon girl #just girly things #female manipulator #the female experience #female hysteria #roses #ethereal #light pink #the virgin suicides #fairycore #fairy aesthetic #i'm just a girl #girly aesthetic #ultraviolence #my post

[bidisastersanji]

i had thoughts of a canon-adjacent Zoro (nonbeliever ambitious swordsman) and Death-God!Sanji who keep meeting because of how close to dying Zoro always gets during his fights and oops now it's a messy drabble written in between breaks at work and here ya go.

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In all his years as the god of Death, Sanji has never seen such a stubborn, strong willed human- he’s honestly half amused every time he's brought to a wounded, bleeding Zoro. He doesn't expect him to survive that giant slash attack from the warlord, nor the myriad of injuries he collects after that- and if he feels a bit of pride every time he escapes him Death, well, no one will know.

It takes him a while to realise that, in those fleeting moments, when he's loitering and waiting around as Zoro approaches the point of no return, Zoro can see him as well. Sanji's a bit mortified at first. All this time, he's just been voicing his thoughts out loud like he always does, who knows what the reckless man overheard! It's pure force of habit, since it’s not like there’s ever someone to hear to him- his family chose this domain for him on purpose after all; they took all the great, bright, good, worshiped domains of life, war, medicine...and left him this one to punish him, break him with eons of witnessing and bearing human grief in solitude.

It's barely morning and Zoro is dripping with blood, resolutely standing against all odds in a beautiful display of absolute devotion and conviction, and Sanji feels like maybe today will be the day he takes him- that this is the end for the stubborn swordsman. He comes closer than he ever has to the man, walks right up to him, readying himself for the weight of another soul's voyage, when Zoro's lidded eyes snap up and meet his own. His fiery gaze doesn’t go straight through him, but actually settles on him. Sees him.

It's unnerving. Sanji shivers at this feeling of being perceived.

Humans usually only see him once they fully passed on, when he’s guiding them, cold hands gripping onto him, begging, crying, frightened or even sometimes full of wrath and fighting to stay by their loved ones.

“It’s you again.” His voice is weak, raspy.

Sanji doesn’t answer.

“Why're you always here for my big battles?” A pause. “You like me or somethin'?”

Confusion. Shock. Embarrassment. “You think I stalk you and show up for you battles!?”

“Sure seems like it.”

Sanji scoffs.

He can’t believe this! He wants to chew the bastard out- who the hell does he think he is? but he bites down on his words, certain that these are the man's final moments. There's no way anyone could survive such wounds- it's a miracle he's even conscious or standing.

He doesn’t want to add insult to injury.

“I’m the god of Death, you idiot.”

Oops.

“I don’t believe in gods.”

The absurdity of that statement when literally in conversation with one doesn’t escape Sanji, but he's not really there to argue.

The green-haired man continues. “So, what, you’re into me or something? Just ask me out like a normal person.”

This cocky asshole...Sanji's heated reply is cut off by Zoro’s nakama arriving on the scene in a panic. Sanji trails after them, hovering, ready for the now unconscious body's heart to stop beating at any moment- but the moment doesn't come.

Under the attention of their talented doctor, Zoro escapes him once again.

Sanji's definitely not relieved.

It's out of curiosity that he stays around a little longer. He returns from time to time to check in on the mysterious man and his recovery, still a bit unbelieving that he managed to survive such grievous, traumatic injuries and intense blood loss. By all means he should've died the instant he made contact with the red, concentrated bubble of pain and stress that Kuma expelled from his captain's body.

His friends weep and berate him when he wakes. The ginger woman who found him screams at him to “stop flirting with death” and Sanji chuckles- she doesn’t know how technically accurate that statement is.

Later, Sanji guiltily looks forward to feeling that tug from Zoro once more, that pull on his power he feels when someone is nearing his domain. He's admittedly curious to learn more about him, this idiot swordsman who can see him, hear him, and yet isn’t at all scared of him. It's so rare for humans to accept him without a hint of fear.

He doesn’t let himself dwell on that tinge of nervousness at the back of his mind- what if the next time is the time he steals him away- from his friends, his dream, his captain? What if this time he doesn’t get back up?

But he does.

And when he lingers in the cold, empty room of Kuragaina castle where the bandaged swordsman is laid to rest, content to stare at his mossy head of hair, Sanji notices something weird. From his bedside seat, he can feel the ghost of body warmth.

He tentatively leans closer, his fingers reach out, expecting to go right through Zoro's arm. They recoil, as if burned by fire, when instead they meet soft flesh.

Huh.

Zoro's eyes blearily crack open, immediately finding his hovering form.

"You're... back."

And Sanji knows something changed, that day, on Thriller Bark. He's been on this earth for a long, long time, and he knows Zoro should be dead. Unequivocally so. And yet he isn't. Whether by the sheer strength of his willpower or his fervent defiance of the gods and the laws of this universe, Zoro is still...present. Alive enough to have warm, red blood flowing through his veins and air filling his lungs. Dead enough to perceive him, touch him, feel him.

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War brews and Sanji has a lot of work on his hands. After the carnage, he wearily returns to Kuragaina, and Zoro, sullen, heavy with guilt, asks him if it's true. Asks him if the eye of this particular storm, the man known as Ace, is truly dead.

Death has long worn away at Sanji, a constant wave beating at the his endless empathy his father called a weakness, wearing him down with each soul he takes from this world. But he's never become numb to it. He openly, lovingly feels the sorrow with every loss, with each reaping, with every last breath rasped from trembling lips. He embraces it, cherishes it for all of its bittersweet taste.

So he tells Zoro of Marineford. Of the epic battle that occurred there between Whitebeard and the marines. With each somber word he feels just a little lighter- an unfamiliar, happy feeling blooming in his chest at getting to talk to someone after what feels like a forever of solitude.

Time passes, and Sanji visits him more and more, grateful for the rare company. It'd been so long since he last was able to have a decent conversation with someone. Joke around. Banter. Flirt? They grow closer, never really voicing the...whatever it is that passes between them. Zoro eventually returns to his crew, and Sanji avoids approaching him unless he's alone. Wouldn't want people to think he's seeing things.

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It becomes a dance. A well oiled machine. Zoro cutting down the enemies before him, Sanji right behind him and guiding his fallen foes into the afterlife. Cut after cut, his blades sing in the air, accompanied by the groans and cries of the people Sanji welcomes into his waiting arms.

After a big battle Zoro is laying in the rubble, chest heaving from the effort. Sanji sits with him, solemn. Accepting. Enjoying his company, the only company he can keep.

Zoro still hasn't admitted that gods are real, even when he sees Sanji trail after the path his bloodied swords carve out, hard at work. Even when he sees Sanji's dark, draped silhouette raise into the skies, untethered - that’s just skywalk, he says.

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Sanji grows fearful. Shaken by the feelings, the attachment he feels for the swordsman, like a tether to this world. It makes him feel more alive than he ever has, yes. But nothing good can ever come of it, and he knows the universe isn't kind enough to give him such happiness without the promise of a subsequent fall, a return to reality soured and made worse by what came before it.

It's a dark, rainy day when Zoro corners him on the Sunny. Sanji hasn't visited him in a couple of days- not much death without opponents around.

They're at the back of the ship, obscured by the mikan trees, and Zoro's hands are bracing him against the wall, locking him in. Sanji knows he could go through the wall, but Zoro's eye has him pinned, frozen where he stands. His arms lay lifelessly by his sides.

The swordsman leans in, cups his chin, and Sanji doesn't think- his eyes flutter shut, he's open and wanting as warm, chapped lips press delicately against his. They don't need words. They know. Can feel it with every tender touch as their bodies work together to deepen the kiss. Sanji loops an arm around Zoro's neck, hand digging into his hair, while the other bunches up the fabric of his kimono to bring him ever closer. He's pressed so tightly against him that he can almost pretend the beating feeling near his chest is his own heart, can almost feel the rushing sound in his ears, the warmth seeping into his skin, up his chest, his neck, cheeks, ears.

Zoro breaks apart for air, and Sanji hears himself mirroring his pants, so enamoured with the swordsman he feels like his breath was stolen away.

"Curls." Zoro's looking at him odd, nearly awestruck, eyes flitting across his face, his body, his hands reach out to take his hands in his, lightly massaging his flesh.

A stern feminine voice rings behind them, snapping their heads to attention.

"Zoro, who the hell is this man you're kissing behind my mikan trees?!"

#zosan #zoro x sanji #i just wanted to write a small text post #and then #aND THEN this #it's not very good i'm sorry #but i kind of really like this concept #of death god sanji #and constantly near death experience Zoro #if i had more time i would love to see them fall in love slowly #maybe explore Zoro's complicated feelings if he lets himself be in dangerous situations just to see the ethereal man in black robes #sanji defnitely haunts his dreams #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan fic idea #zosan drabble #zosan fic #obviously at the end what happens is that just like how Zoro defies the laws of existence #Sanji is tethered back and kind of alive in a way again #or you can interpret it how you like #i like to think that then they die together one day and get to be death gods together maybe #and because Zoro and Sanji got to be known in the human realm #people start worshiping them properly #god of death Sanji

[hotdogmexicano]

𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴

ig: netto_comdoistes

#artists on tumblr #original photography #brazil #cyberpunk #serial experiments lain #anime #アニメ #power lines #neon genesis evangelion #vaporwave #synthwave #green #blade runner #cybergoth #aesthetic #ethereal

[tswwwit]

Quick question. What would happen if someone came up on one of dipper's old graves and decided to resurrect him during one of his reincarnations? Would his soul leave the current vessel and get sucked back into the old one, or would his corpse just be filled with a whole lotta nothing?

That's an excellent question!

My first impulse is to say that resurrecting Dipper's old body wouldn't have an effect. Whoever did it would end up with a zombie, or the shell of a body with nothing in it.

My second impulse is: What if Dipper did get sucked out of his current body, and popped right back into his old one? Now you've got one very confused Dipper, and one extremely distressed demon who just saw the love of his life get his soul sucked out, going limp and dead right in front of his eye!

Overall, I guess it depends on exactly what kind of resurrection was pulled off. A body alone type thing will get you no brain or soul to go with it, but if it specifically targeted the soul itself? Then you better have enough oomph behind it to yank it out of someone who's currently alive.

#answers #Betting that 90% of the time it's the first scenario and the resurrection flops #And even in the second it mostly splutters out because Dipper's soul is *not* thrilled about getting pulled out of a living body #That's a different story than trying to yank it out of the ether #But the other times are amusing! #Extra 'fun' if Dipper was nonhuman and gets sucked back into a human body #Or vice versa #Now along with all the other bullshit he's gotta deal with fewer or more limbs! Talk about vertigo. He's stumbling and awkward #Picturing a cervitaur Dip who's temporarily sucked into a human body and is very disoriented #Bill would *absolutely* take the chance to go out for burgers with a less-vegetarian version #Dipper enjoys the experience until he pauses. Asks Bill what's in this anyway #Bill has a very very wide grin as he says 'venison' #Oh No. Dipper's Delicious. This is Horrible. #He glares at Bill forever and a day #(It was the actual animal deer not another cervitaur but Bill couldn't resist the dick move) #Bill is Not A Fan of watching his husband suddenly 'die' in front of him at any time but *especially* out of nowhere for no apparent reason #It becomes pretty clear that something's gone all weird once his body isn't kicking him out or dissolving; and THAT annoys him more #Someone's playing a game of silly buggers and he's gonna get down to the bottom of it #Where Is His Husband and Who Needs Obliterating This Time

[tel-navidson]

I don't know why I'm so fixated on The Ascension like jackel didn't say he has the equivalent of a kid out there IS THAT what he's scared will hear him? When will we meet it???

#into the ether #the experience #note to self

[kidokear]

Guys. I got a new game.

#ultrakill #V1 #gabriel #v1 ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #doodles #You can tell I gave up halfway through drawing Gabriel #I love him but I was too lazy to pull up references #I didn't use references for V1 ether #They just look good because I spent a lot of time looking for references for them the day before #So I got a slightly better grasp on their looks #And my previous experience with drawing robots haven't left my body yet. Good to know #kido art

[mayyourshipsbewithyou]

I saw Cursed Child in London this summer without knowing what to expect (never read the script). I fucking loved it. I traveled to Munich, Paris, Euro Disney, Stratford-upon-Avon and London over the course of a month. I saw old friends and spent time with family. Cursed Child was hands-down the highlight of the whole trip. Certainly the thing that stuck with me the longest. Did the plot make sense? No. Did that subtract from my experience even a little bit? Absolutely not.

Harry Potter was never the reason I breathed like it was for some people. It wasn’t even my main fandom. But I grew up with it. I loved it. Deathly Hallows Part II came out the year I graduated high school. Afterwards, I moved on without much difficulty. Thought about it from time to time because nothing epitomized my childhood and growing up like Harry Potter. And then the opportunity arose to see Cursed Child and I took it. Insisted upon it to my family. One of the best things I ever did.

Because sometime in my 20s I realized I was gay. And as I now know, that’s something I have in common with Albus Potter. Harry Potter’s son, my childhood hero’s son, was gay. As far as me and my 65 year old father are concerned, Albus and Scorpius are as canon as Ron and Hermione. And that matters. It’s more than LGBT representation in Harry Potter. The fact that Harry’s own son is in love with Draco’s son matters so fucking much. It feels good thematically and it feels good for me personally. When it comes to that show, Delfini being Voldemort’s daughter doesn’t matter. A cliche time travel plot doesn’t matter. Voldemort/Bellatrix doesn’t matter. Albus and Scorpius matter. Their love story is the only thing that matters.

I’m sad that even post-covid audiences wanted more from them. Could they have kissed? Sure. Would i have wanted it? Of course, but they also didn’t need to. What I was already given was enough. More than enough. More than I ever thought to ask for or dare to hope for. I’m happy for Albus. So happy. Happy in a way that I wish I could be happy for myself. Not just for having a boyfriend but a best friend. I have been lonely in a way that Albus and Scorpius never had to be. And that makes me happy…and maybe a little bit sad.

Anyway, all this to say, I’ve spent the 5 weeks since I’ve been home losing myself in Scorbus fan fiction. I even wake up early so I can read before work. So if any of my fellow shippers have any recommendations, I would be very grateful.

(Yes, this long emotional post is just an elaborate way to ask for fic recs. Life’s too short for reading mediocre fan fiction. 😉)

#Harry Potter #Harry Potter and the cursed child #hp #cursed child #london #Harry Potter and the deathly hallows part 2 #Albus potter #albus severus potter #scorpius malfoy #Scorbus #albus x scorpius #lgbt #draco malfoy #romione #Scorbus fanfiction #fanfiction #fic recs #swirlsnap #please give me more recs! #Let Go was an ethereal experience and I will never be the same

[akiraal]

I don't know what I'm doing but here's a messy Keith sketch

#I just got a pc and I have work in 4 hours but the first thing I do is attempt to draw keith #naturally #I don't have much experience and I think it shows but i had fun with a graphic tablet for the first time #tho it's my brother's and it's right handed while I'm left handed but eh. still fun #voltron #vld #keith kogane #vld keith #keith voltron #voltron legendary defender #I'm going to disappear into the ether for a few days now #my art

[trentskis]

anyway i made 3 loafs of banana bread bcus we had a bunch of brown bananas to use up. i have never doubled nor tripled a recipe before and i put different toppings/fillings in each one. please pray that i've slayed this

#one is banana n walnuts one is banana choc chip n one is banana cinnamon sugar.. #also baking while listening to laufey is an ethereal experience btw

[karnalesbian]

honestly i just cannot fathom why drake would choose him of all people to go metaphorically bare knuckle with, but boy am I fucking thrilled that he did

#genuinely have always wanted to understand exactly what it was like to experience nas dropping Ether in real time #and it has been an equal parts fascinating enlightening and gruesome experience

[thingscanalwaysgetworse]

Never not going to be emotional about this

#adventure time #adventure time together again #finn the human #Jake the dog #the brothers of all time #rambles from the ether #I will admit I’m biased and more emotionally invested in this episode bc it happened to come out the same month I graduated high school #but still. it’s GOOD #also I think this is one of the first times thet I cried tears of joy while watching a cartoon #I get emotional when I watch shows but usually I just cry because I’m sad #but this ending made me cry because I was so HAPPY. #that doesn’t usually happen with me #just. oughhh #I wish I could write endings like that #also I wish I could experience this episode for the first time again #I can’t watch the last few minutes without smiling #also sorry the screenshots look weird #I got them from YouTube bc I was suddenly having feelings about this episode again

[dollygarden]

#girlblogging #girly aesthetic #im just a girl #just girly posts #coquette #coquette girl #mazzy star #blythe doll #dollete aesthetic #dollcore #fallen angel #angel dust #ethereal lace #soft girl #femcel #spotify #boa #duvet #serial experiments lain #tumblr girls #dollette #just girly things #just girly thoughts #girly blog #Spotify #black girls of tumblr #black girl coquette

[sp1resong]

it's always jarring for me to see wolfquest on like. Nostalgia Games lists. because i only got into it around uhh 2022 a little before the new lost river released

#like you mean my experiences are subjective and this game didn't spawn out of the ether two years ago ?? huh #spire rambles #wolfquest

[maydays-medbay]

Friends talking through something difficult...

Poor lads

[Novabird - bottom left - belongs to @dimorphodon-x. Ether is mine]

#Novabird #Ether #transformers #transformers ocs #maccadam #dimorphodon x #digital art #I looked back at old posts and recall these two having a possible friendship dynamic #this is mostly based on a reblog that someone did of my original post #they talked about these two kind of bonding over starhawk's death (or not depending on the au) #Ether feeling thankful that Nova didn't have Hawk die in the one au is an interesting take on it #If it's the one where he dies though Ether would do his best to help Nova in whatever way he could based on experience #It's not easy to lose a parent after all #Sorry if Nova looks weird #there weren't any back references so I left it rather blank #And the colors are rushed and meh but whatever #the idea is what's important since I drew this on a tiny phone screen lol #my art #nova is not my oc #ether is mine