#no thoughts only yippee

[bee-in-rain-boots]

Quote Book Funnies #61

A: Ah yes, the autism creature

B: Yᵢₚₚₑₑ!

#quote book funnies #incorrect quotes #funny #shenanigans and tomfoolery #no thoughts only yippee

[cream-and-tea]

LAY ME DOWN. chapter seven excerpt. unedited. featuring: agnes’s attempt to understand a new and troubling situation through understanding a new and troubling person. light body horror. self-harm adjacent behaviour. general freaky magic stuff.

[transcript under the cut]

oh brother. these guys again.

TAGLIST (ask to be +/-). @vellichor-virgo @transmasc-wizard​ @houndmouthed @muddshadow @just-wublrful @corkywantstowrite @shrunkupthejams @andromedaexists @caninemotiff @lungs-and-gills @lychniscitrus @phantomnations @onomatopiya @deer-in-headlights-stare @arctic-oceans @redbloodprose @definitelynotclayface @cannivalisms @atthenian

“Show me then,” the words are out of her mouth before she has time to think. Animal instinct. Too distracted to remember to bite her tongue.

Pallas blinks at her once, slowly. “What?”

She can walk it back, that would be safest, the nothing already crouched expectantly in the back of her throat. Instead she uncrosses her legs and swings them over the edge of the bed to better face them. Having feet on the ground makes her feel more solid, more certain.

“I want you to show me. Vita. I want to see it.”

Pallas raises an eyebrow. “Show you?”

She scoots forward slightly and nods, made a bit braver by the fact that they don’t seem to be angry or condescending, just confused. Probably really confused because Agnes is awful at telling what people feel by their faces and even she can see it clear as day.

“You’ve already seen it,” Pallas says, setting down the pen and shrugging back into their jacket. “You know what it does.”

And that’s true isn’t it? In the Haithwood and in the library. Pallas winding every bit of her body around their fingers and holding her frozen to the ground, Pallas making Calliopes nose break and bleed in a burst of icy rage, Judge reaching under her skin to pull her injured flesh back into shape. Vita. Blood and flesh and living bone. Honestly she’s seen enough for a lifetime. There’s still that sick feeling in her gut whenever she thinks about any of it.

So maybe it has less to do with the magic and more to do with Pallas, who’s spent every hour of every day since she got here pushing her to reach for the dead in a way she never has before. Pallas has had everything to do with her ghosts and her gravespeaking but every time they’ve used their power she’s had absolutely nothing to do with it, a bystander at best and a victim at worst. It's not that she’s upset, or ungrateful, just that she wants to see them the same way they’ve seen her. That isn’t so much to ask? Right?

“Yeah.” Agnes moves to rest her chin in her hands. “But I haven’t seen you use it when you’re not…”

Scaring me? Attacking people?

“...y’know,” she finishes lamely.

Pallas has gone still in the chair and she can’t help but feel the same hot embarrassment as before at the expression on their face, nakedly baffled in a way that feels too intimate for her to be seeing. It’s like something about what she’s asking has managed to fully shock the danger out of them, leaving just a person who doesn’t understand what’s happening. Agnes hadn’t thought that was even possible to do, and the revelation that it is fills her with a kind of mad, giddy joy. You’re just like me. You don’t know what’s going on right now.

All this time she’s been tiptoeing around Pallas, but now she’s knocked them off balance and hasn’t been reduced to a pile of blood and guts. So there are some things she can do. She is not totally helpless and they are human after all and they are being awkward! Being awkward in front of her!

“I don’t exactly have a broad scope,” Pallas says dryly. “I doubt you’ll like anything I have to share.”

Agnes doubts it as well, but that’s not really the point. And nothing they said just now was no.

“Maybe it’ll be nice. Maybe I’ll think it’s nice.”

Pallas stares at her like a chicken confronted with a bicycle. Then they look away. Then they let out a long, quiet breath and close their eyes before shifting to face her properly, both feet on the ground as well.

“Sit back,” it’s closer to their normal voice but with a faintness to it. Not quite trembling, but definitely not steady either. Agnes straightens up and tilts back onto her palms as Pallas shifts forward. It feels like too long before they open their eyes, which are just as grey and bad as ever.

“I won’t do anything to you,” Pallas says, as if that’s an option they were considering. Agnes can’t help but feel a twist of relief, the memories of that first meeting in the woods are never far from her mind and no matter how much she wants this, any chance to avoid something like that happening again is a welcome one.

“Right.” She nods.

“If you start screaming, or vomit, or pass out, I will cease interacting with you alltogether. That is a promise.”

“I’ll be okay.”

Pallas’s brows furrow with what could be concentration or could be concern. Their mouth opens, floundering for half a second, like they were about to say something else before closing back into a tightly pressed line. They hold their left hand out in front of them, like they’re waiting for a high five, and somehow Agnes knows that, whatever it is, it’s about to start and her anxiety feels like victory in the face of that.

At first it is nothing much, just a thin red line slicing down their middle finger. So straight and clean it could’ve been made with a scalpel. Not even that much blood. Then, simultaneously, the line begins to creep down their palm and out to each of their other fingers, dripping beads of crimson down the clammy pale of their skin. Somehow it doesn’t seem real, like Agnes is looking at a diagram in a book that’s mysteriously been animated in front of her. If Pallas feels any pain at all they don’t show it, face unchanged as the skin starts to peel back from their hand.

That does make Agnes draw in a sharp breath, even though she’s been very good at staying quiet and still up until now, fearful like she was in the classroom with Judge that any sudden action will throw the magic off-balance. But she doesn’t look away, because she asked for this, and Pallas doesn’t pause in their unfurling even if their brows furrow slightly at the sound. It happens in one smooth motion, practiced, effortless, performed with all the ceremony of taking off a glove. Agnes does not start screaming, or vomit, or pass out. She’s dressed animals before and, apart from how Pallas is not dead and the effect is contained to just the one hand, this isn’t really different. There's the careful separation of skin from muscle, the delicate definition that separates the parts underneath, the red and pinkness of it all.

Of course it’s not really the same either, because the parts of Pallas being stripped away are not set aside for later use; instead they stay floating in the air around the hand, held frozen in the same way her body had been back in the forest when they first met. Warm, wet flaps of skin, fresh as the blackgreen bark stripped from trees back home, hover drowsily like something pickled in a jar. It is also not separated, not really, everything still intertwined and beating with red and alive, muscle and artery and nerve working together, just lifted up and away. Agnes never paid her own hands much mind beyond the work they could do and how cold they got in the winter, but now she imagines her skin split apart and away the way Pallas’s is, wonders if all of that really exists inside her too. It feels wrong somehow, what’s in front of her now is just meat. A person should be made up of more than that. There are so many small parts to a hand, parts she cannot name but Pallas probably can or else they would not be able to do any of this. They don’t stop until the muddy white of their fingerbones begin to show, then the entire thing spasms with an uneven spurt of blood, a pulse that Agnes feels in her own chest, and goes totally still.

In the silence she can’t help but lean forward, marvelling at the web of flesh in front of her, and even as her scalp prickles and her stomach turns over and the air around her seems to hum with the urge to run a part of her itches to reach out a finger and touch. That really would just be the same as fiddling around with the guts of an animal, but also it would be different. Somehow she knows it would be different. Different in a way she’ll never be able to understand unless she does it. Which she won’t. Because Pallas is terrifying and this has only proved that a hundred times over.

Though maybe not as terrifying as she thought before. They did listen to her, or humour her, or whatever this is. It’s something for sure. Agnes can always make do with something. It’s how she stays alive.

Her breath ghosts across the bloody strand of a muscle, and that is what breaks the spell, that or Pallas is just done or some other condition she doesn’t know has been met. The coming back together seems to take a good deal longer than the taking apart, sweat glueing dark strands of hair to Pallas’s cheeks and the grinding of their teeth made audible despite the damp, slithering sounds of their hand seaming itself back together until the only trace of what just happened is a rusty crusting of blood packed around their nails and in their palm lines.

They pull the hand away while Agnes can’t help but keep watching, transfixed as they flex it in and out of a fist with a disinterested glare, impatient while a few stray cracks and pops fill the newfound silence. Once that’s done they hold it out one more time, as if proving to Agnes just how inconsequential vivisecting a part of them in front of her really was.

“There. Happy?” Pallas slumps slightly, tipping their head back enough that she can see their pulse fluttering frantically just beneath the skin of their neck. Again she resists the urge to touch it. She likes all of her flesh right where it is. Thank you very much.

Palla shifts to look at her and Agnes remembers that she’s been staring, not answering them, and internally kicks herself for being such an idiot.

“I am,” She breathes out, makes the monumental effort to meet their eyes. “I actually really am.”

#agnes: haha how you only ever seem to killmurder things with your powers that’s sooooo silly #pallas: i cannot express enough how that is literally all i know how to do #anyways! they’re bonding! yippee! #me writing agnes wishing she could mess around with pallass internal organs like. hold that thought for about #five more chapters girl. i’ve got you don’t worry. #she is NEVER beating the ‘obsessed with that freak’ allegations #this was one that was hard to write the little description bit for but i wanted to share pallas doing magic #because it’s one of my favourite things to write lol #wip: ghost story #pallas and agnes #creme does a writing #tw gore #tw body horror #tw sh related

[x2whammy]

i spent 5 STRAIGHT HOURS reading cherry crush yesterday and its ruined me emotionally. theyre GAY and SAD and I LOVE THEM. i cant remember the last time i got so emotionally attatched to and obsessive over a piece of media like this. everytime i see a picture of them i immediately want to giggle and aggressively shake things. have you ever wished a non-sentient thing was alive so that you could kiss its forehead or bite it or idk do ANYTHING to satiate that giddiness you get in your chest from it?? thats what this STUPID webcomic is doing to me. but you know what REALLY sucks about it?? there is ZERO fan content of them. nada. nothing. i try my best to find fanart or fics or ANY content to fuel my little squirrel brain and all i get is leaks of that one asmr lady's onlyfans. AND I CANT EVEN MAKE THE CONTENT MYSELF. ive considered drawing them or writing a fic myself but i CANNOT do yemsao's art style justice and i would never have the confidence to write a fic. so here i am. im more passionate about this interest than i am most of my other interests COMBINED and i cant do SHIT about it.

#anyways read cherry crush lol #im srs everytime i stumble across a pic of them in my camera roll i just :) #no thoughts only silly little gay ppl from my silly little webcomic #cherry crush webtoon #AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH/pos? #AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH/neg? #its kinda both #gay people!! yippee!!<3

[l0ganberry]

I never shown this to anyone else except for those close to me but here's a thing I did for my first time drawing all the neighbors in WH (Welcome Home) in my comfort art style. This is one of my favorites that helped me be more comfortable with WH itself. (And to practice on how to draw them in general.)

#I drew this a month ago and now I'm confident to show you all. #I added some little doodles here and there if you would like to zoom and look at them. #Why did I add random doodles? Why fricking not? #Again.... This is my first time drawing them so I have improved now which I will show more doodles later on. #Laughingstock #Frankly dear #Yippee #They all make me feel so happy!! Thank you so much Clown!! #By the way #all the doodles around the drawn characters are all goofs to just fill in the empty spaces between all the characters. #I made only one comment near Sally but it says “Sally eats sponges. She thought it was bread.” #Just to clear up any confusion with what that said.... #welcome home #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #julie joyful #sally starlet #poppy partridge #eddie dear #frank frankly

[whumpy-wyrms]

giving all your ocs the alien ikea plushie. shrinking two of them a little bit for basil and sasha

anton loves it so much he says thank u

#he’s got them alien autistic eyes #they’re matching #okay i might draw a tiny one for basil but who knows idk dude i’ve drawn like five things today already and it’s only noon #i thought anton needed some comfort. yes #yeah anton needs comfort dews totally fine he can wait #anton’s alien coded he loves this so fucking much he’s so happy #canon #this is canon #vell you mailed this to anton’s cabin and. he doesn’t know how it got there but he loves it #my art #tllr art #anton oc #ask #i’m insane today i’m so fucking hyper #i got the zoomies in my brain #the brain zoomies #i don’t know what to tag this art but i’m super proud of it #hope u all like this silly anton drawing. there’s so much more where that came from #woke up today and chose art #woke up and was suddenly graced with godly art powers and i can’t STOP drawing!!!! yay!!!!!!! #including some stuff that i might never post but yippee!!!! i love art!!!!! #favorite drawing of anton i’ve ever made #hope u all like it

[monarchisms]

rejoice matt be upon ye

#matt bragg #achievement hunter #axialmatt #man.. i really thought i'd be back to drawing only a month after *gestures to rt* Everything #1 month turned into 5 because i was That out of it mentally. goddamn #anyways! matt celebrated his 4-year twitch anniversary! yippee!! #this art was going to stop with just the peace sign dog #but i wanted to put 5 months worth of art into one fun collage to make up for lost time #i still may not draw frequently because of the aforementioned Everything eviscerating my spirits #but i'll kick myself back into it despite it >:) #e's art

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

STOP.

“AZIRAPHALE’S BIG NATURALS”

WhAT

tits :D

#OKAY SO I WAS VERY TIRED ONE DAY AND THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY SBGNDBGB #ITS LIKE BILDAD'S BIG NATURALS ONLY. AZIRAPHALE AJGJDJGJXJGJF #the birds have spoken #YIPPEE MOOTS #YIPPEE EVA

[yesandpeeps]

Ghoul field notes: Diet.

(aka me making stuff up to ease my logic seeking brain)

Ghoul (noun) definition:

“An evil spirit or phantom, especially one supposed to rob graves and feed on dead bodies.” - oxford languages.

Ghouls have a primarily meat based diet, being frequently fed raw to curb their appetite for grave digging. Although, they can defer in their food intake, enjoying the pleasures of the Earth, as demons, in sweet treats. Indulgence is key.

With their natural diet consisting of corpses, they have an extremely tough gut environment to work with. Digesting rotten flesh and potential disease is no small feat. New corpses are not frequently sought after due to embalming fluid being so pungent and corrosive. An older cadaver is preferred, where the embalming elements have decayed and the meat has cured.

Thankfully, the ministry doubles as a mausoleum, housing many clergy folk long gone. Who would really notice if a few unvisited crypts wound up empty?

#ghoul field notes #yap yap yap #ghoul biology #headcanon #ghost #nameless ghoul #found out how to make small text yippee #it was only a matter of time before i started science dumping on y’all #i have a lot of ghoul thoughts #my brain can’t let magic simply Be. there’s always a reason for stuff

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 3 prompt: "Make it stop."

Character: Sunny (OMORI)

Sunny stood by the door of his room, it looked a little more spacious than before now that the second bed was removed. He hated it. Another reminder of that incident, another reminder that his sister is gone and will never come back anymore, another reminder that it was all his fault.

It was all his fault for not being good enough, all his fault for being such a bad person to throw the violin gifted to him by his friends, all his fault for arguing with Mari, all his fault for pushing her away. It was all his fault, he was the only one to blame for everyone's pain. He hated it.

Sunny walked over to his bed, Mari's bed. Right, he and Mari switched beds because she couldn't sleep well in it, so this is Mari's bed, and his bed, was the one thrown out. In the end, this is still Mari's room too. She isn't completely gone, she'll return, she'll open the door and greet him with a smile just like she always had, she'll cuddle with Sunny to sleep now that there's only one bed.

Because the second bed was thrown out, because Mari is… gone…

Mari is gone, she's gone, she's gone, she won't ever come back and it's all my fault, she's gone, she's gone, it's all my fault, make it stop, make it stop, she's gone, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, make it stop—

Sunny clutched his head, tugging at his hair so tightly that his scalp began to hurt. He closed his eyes shut, bit his lip it began to bleed. He hated it, he hated it, it was all his fault, he hated it. Make it it stop, please make it stop, please—

“Sunny!” A shrill cry suddenly resounded behind him, followed with rushed footsteps.

His mom grabbed his hands, pulling it away from his head and hugging him close, cradling him against her chest. She held him tightly yet oh so gently, as if he was a piece of glass, as if he'd just shatter the moment she let go.

“Shh… shh… it's okay, it's okay. It'll be okay, honey…” She spoke softly, trying her best to comfort him yet her trembling voice betrayed her calming words, as if she was holding back tears threatening to fall.

Sunny wrapped his arms around her, gripping the back of her shirt like a lifeline and burying his face on her chest as stifled sobs can be heard.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #omori #whumptober 2023 day 3 prompt #look im 3 days late... IM 3 DAYS LATE?!??!??! #i didnt realize it was oct 6 today yall i thought it was just 5 #im desperate to complete all 31 prompts aight. but ill get to post only like... some... it depends really #this one i was quite happy about #also like... i actually am not sure if they swapped beds and if the 2nd one actually was thrown out #if yes then yippee i still remember some OMORI stuff! #if not then well... slaps a tape with 'AU' written on it #thumbs up! problem solved!

[cocolacola]

i bring a Power Bottom Integra vibe to the Hellsing fandom that the normal people dont really like

#too lazy to edit this into the image just PLEASE get the reference #my final thoughts on the matter i will never post about this again (i definitely will) #top integra people can go live ur life tho im sure ur having fun yippee i love having fun #also this is only in sertegra context no other ship exists to me #hellsing

[bravevolunteer]

“ash it’s 1:30am you can’t make a bunch of hyper specific mini playlists for aus with songs that give you michael brainrot but you can’t put them in the main playlist” but. but…. But-

#me when i get to put songs in little organized boxes ‼️ and the boxes are slightly different ‼️ yippee ‼️ #just in my notes app. for now. bc my spotify is insane enough as it is. but fuck man #i haven’t been able to write i’m just. insert those drawings of stick figures in distress. that’s how my thoughts are. #head full but NOT IN TBE RIGHT WAY. ONLY THIS #⁂ ･ﾟ: i was looking for a job‚ and then i found a job‚ and heaven knows i’m miserable now ➛ ooc

[andi-o-geyser]

yes i am hyperfixating. doesn't change the fact I'm going to watch the Umbara Arc and Crossroads again. fight me

#at this point i've watched clone wars so many times #so i decided i would go through the show but only watch episodes containing a specific character #like for example i watched all the aayla episodes and then all the hondo episodes #currently i'm going through clone wars and exclusively watching every episode with plo koon #so. that's where im at #i definitely don't have a problem why would you say that #and maybe watching Why We Fight so i can cry! yippee #take a deep sigh for my mental stability eyo #my memes are getting more and more obscure #star wars #the clone wars #star wars prequels #clone wars #band of brothers #bob #andis thought geyser

[risingsunresistance]

man i can't stop thinking about this part of elise's dialogue

[NPC] Elise: I crossed the breach a little bit after Dante's defeat in our world. [NPC] Elise: While I can't be sure if the Slime was there "before" his demise, the resemblance is striking. [NPC] Elise: The wizards believe Shen employed Dante, or perhaps even created him! [NPC] Elise: Or did Shen find a way into the Rift before us? [NPC] Elise: Did he find Dante here? [NPC] Elise: Best of luck battling the infection in the Colosseum.

shen either found dante here or straight up created him. do you think dante ever wanted to do all of that. do you think dante was just a weapon. what was his life like before he was sent to the hub to do shen's dirty work. did he even have a life or was he created just to win a war or die trying. has he ever known anything else. was he a good person. if he had the chance to run would he have done it. do you think-

#im going insane man WHAT IF DANTE NEVER WANTED TO BE HERE #WHAT IF HE HAD NO OTHER CHOICE #WHAT IF THIS WAS ALL HE THOUGHT THERE WAS TO LIFE #WHAT IF HE WAS LED TO BELIEVE THIS WAS THE ONLY THING THAT COULD HAPPEN. HOW THE WORLD HAS TO BE #WHAT IF HE REALLY BELIEVED ALL THAT STUFF ABOUT KEEPING THE PEOPLE SAFE #WHAT IF SHEN TOLD HIM ALL THAT #WHO IS SHEN #I HATE YOU MINIKLOON I AM TARGETING YOU SPECIFICALLY FDKJHGK #sb #sb lore #also yes i did color code the text just like elise's dialogue. for funsies #i was gonna screenshot it but then i realized that might be hard to read on mobile bc wiki screenshots are kinda. cramped #but i wanted to keep the fun colors yippee #tbh it also makes it easy to follow. for me at least. keeping up with all the names n stuff and who is the subject of the sentence

[strawberry-twinkies]

tbh i love being a matten shipper it feels like im in a little club and everyone else hates us

#strawberry's thoughts #ghost eyes #matten #mattias schnein #bennet issac #yippee!! #so far @piggyakuma is the only person ive seen on here who ships it #theyre very cool 👍

[dandyshucks]

bababooey !!! :3

#YIPPEE HURRAY !!! #also im so silly #for some reason i thought I'd need way more felt ... i was like hmm I'll probably need 2 or 3 sheets... #maybe four in case of mistakes... but theres five here and it'd feel silly to leave just one sheet behind so ... I'll buy all five ... #I ONLY NEEDED ONE DJDKDL maybe two if i mess up #i suppose it just means i can make more guz.mas JDJDKSL #dandy.cmd #dandy doll-making

[peiro-usagi]

Really noticing a trend that whenever an aroace character exists in media people immediately jump in with "AROACE PPL CAN DATE BTW" in order to shove ships down people's throats like I've not seen a single aroace character where their identity as an aroace seems to matter regardless because no matter what they WILL be the type of aroace that dates and the person shipping them generally has no clue how aroace relationships function and i just find it so incredibly strange how everything needs to be romantic or s*xual.

Like...is it "aroace rep" if every single aroace in media is forced into a relationship because people can't fathom the concept of somebody not wanting to be with someone else?

#the only ones safe are my OCs <3 #this is about both trashbin hotel and sams #i love to ship yay yippee! #but if your first thought seeing an aroace is who youre shipping them with youre weird stay away from me!! <3 #lgbt #clown honks a post #dl #probably #im not trying to start shit because i know some ppl would bend over backwards to defend this kinda thing #this is just a rant #if you cant look at a xharacter without the need to have them suck face with someone else go outside #character* #aroace