#requiem for my friend

[cohlemoon]

#zbigniew preisner #prayer #requiem for my friend #Youtube

[dougielombax]

AAAAGH!!!!!!!!

It’s that FUCKING music from that Tree of Life movie!

THAT’S the DebateDemon music!!!!

Fucking helll!!!!!

How did I only notice this NOW????!!!!!!!

#dougie rambles #personal stuff #mister manticore #monument mythos #debate demon #analog horror #films #cinema #tree of life #terrence malick #music #lacrimosa #requiem for my friend

[pancakemolybdenum]

@josuyasuweek-2024 day 4: travel abroad / competition / bodyswap

a run-in with an enemy stand user on a trip to america!

#josuyasu #josuyasu week #josuyasu week 2024 #background is a real street corner in nyc from a photo my friend took hehe. idk where exactly but theoretically you can go there #also i dont have the energy to make a fully fledged enemy stand user. they can swap bodies thats all #its a reuse of silver chariot requiem you say? so what araki reuses powers all the time get off my dick #lovisas art #josuke higashikata #okuyasu nijimura

[thebhorror]

karkat cutout I am coming for you

#it’s on sight he’s my mortal enemy and my best friend #requiem cafe #homestuck

[quill-n]

I've finished another animatic!!! I've been working on this one for a little over a year now, and I'm so happy with how it turned out!

Here's the YouTube link for anyone that wants to watch it over there :)

This one follows the story of @antnutella-blog's and my dnd characters. Their lore will be under the cut <3

Characters:

Dragonborn - Sybil (she/any)

Aarakocra - Wetherby (she/her)

Half orc - Valscez "Val" (he/him)

Tiefling - Nyx (he/him)

Story:

Sybil was a pirate sailing the seas and terrorizing the Lucidian Ocean alongside her partner, Wetherby. She loved living out on the open waters, but she was at odds with their captain, Covell the Fierce, growing frustrated enough with him to attempt a mutiny against him. But even with Wetherby's aid, the mutiny was unsuccessful. In a panic, Sybil managed to escape, but in turn she abandoned Wetherby at the wrath of Covell. Feeling guilty but having survived, Sybil decided to run, leaving her seafaring life—and Wetherby—behind.

Val and Nyx grew up in Shadycreek Run together. Childhood friends to lovers, their hearts were in good places, but their circumstances led them to a life of crime. Nyx joined the Myriad, and Val tagged along as his bodyguard. It was all cut short when Nyx was allegedly killed. Having no reason to stay with the Myriad any longer, Val left to become a paladin of Bahamut.

The two met on their journeys across the continent, meeting new friends and eventually becoming a true adventuring party.

While they travelled, Tiamat came to Val with an offering to bring Nyx back from the dead, and Sybil discovered that Wetherby was still alive. Though it went against everything Val stood for, he accepted Tiamat's offer. The party followed these leads back westward across Wildemount with Wetherby as their guide, and they found Nyx in Nicodranas, working as a sailor. It turned out that Nyx had faked his death and started a new life away from the Myriad, but not wanting to get involved with a betrayer god, he rejected Val when they initially reunited. In turn, Val severed his connection with Tiamat and started to reconcile.

Meanwhile, Sybil and Wetherby slowly reconnected, enjoying each other's company while Sybil tried to forgive herself for all her mistakes. However, when they all ended up on the same ship heading to Darktow, it was revealed that Wetherby had been leading them into a trap. She briefly took Nyx hostage while an enemy ship approached, and slit his throat when he tried to fight back. Sybil made a quick and painful decision to take Wetherby out, but it was already too late for Nyx.

#Ant threatened me if I didn't post the thumbnail so that's tacked on here too <3 #also this campaign Did take place in Exandria!! one Kingsley Tealeaf makes one (1) cameo in this video lol #I also snuck in a dnd!Shinya and one of my other characters :) #anyways I worked super hard on this one and I'm incredibly happy with how it turned out so I hope you like it too <3 #I already made some friends cry :) #Val and Sybil are solidarity besties btw #also dw about Nyx!! he was revived and he and Val got married once everything was sorted out :) #quillnart #quillnocs #original character #dnd character #dnd #dungeons and dragons #animatic #animators on tumblr #artists of tumblr #Requiem stuff

[yamdraws]

#my art #world of darkness #chronicles of darkness #dark eras #mortal+ #werewolf the forsaken #vampire the requiem #friend characters #rp #roleplaying #ocs

[sunset-mp4]

a fun little, TGS redraw with everyones favorite murder bunny ::]

(guys please it's been months since i've drawn creampuff pleas- I miss em ple-)

ORIGINAL PAGE! IS RIGHT HERE! GO READ THE GLASS SCIENTISTS!

#readraw #creampuff #oc art #IT FEELS LIKE YEARS! #AAAAAAAAAA #for those of you who are new here and have no knowledge of my complex world building; characters; gods; demi gods; lore; vauge lore sums #and more #well #...hello #the glass scientists #*points at friend group who knows creampuff from all my infodumps* YOU CAN'T TELL ME THIS DOESN'T FIT THEM! #YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT ROSÉ DIDN'T BREAK THEM! #YOU ALSO CAN'T TELL ME THAT ALL THIS *gestures at them erratically with my full arms* IS NOT FULL OF TRAUMA #AND WILL BREAK THE MOMENT THEY FEEL ANYTHING BUT NEGATIVE EMOTION! #also yes that blue liquid is blood. #::] #its another one of them and requiem's fights don't worry about it to much. #... #ehhhh it's really AAC's responsibility tbh #making his little play things fight- #alas I am rambling once more-

[lyliumwrites]

Lucas: *doing everything in his power to support Amicia*

Me: Heart-warming. Soft. Wholesome. Pure. Radiant. Healing.

#this is a damn appreciation post #lucas my boy you are perfect #i need a friend like him #lucas the apprentice #lumicia #lucas x amicia #a plague tale #a plague tale requiem

[ranvwoop]

all I do is make questionable little magicians. I am making more

#vwoop.noises #I'm not strong enough I am codifying a few mc ocs floating in my brain #She technically only like. Narratively exists to be an allegory to Seren . But. #In fact tbh in the effort of maybe giving him ex-friends maybe they knew eachother #Or they run into eachother and hate eachother immediately. Recognition of the self through the other /neg #Except Seren is catholic about it #She's sort of like him before he got depressed maybe. Regardless #Her name is Requiem . And there is a poor girl in a settlement she passes thru every once in a while that is VERY in love with her #I'm honestly pretty happy with how tight of a trio Vwoop/Cion/Seren r narratively as like . Player Admin and Wannabe-Dev #buuut #Regardless. Guy who loves magic little guys vs Power corrupts narratives

[fefairys]

the thing about our comic is its like. pretty much all written/planned out for the most part so theres no worry about integrity or "stealing fan theories" bc like. its already written. so if ur right ur right and if ur wrong ur wrong and nothing is going to change based on what readers say. so u can say whatever u want and i can read it with no worries.

which is why im like *twirling my hair and kicking my legs back and forth* hehe what do YOU thinks gonna happen? :3

#i think it is pretty predictable honestly #a lot of things at least #so it doesnt even matter! #or i mean it will be when theres more information. not much to go off yet. #eeeee im so excited i love COMIC i love STORY i love CHARACTERS #a couple ppl from the hs requiem group are already talking about cosplaying from psy and i . SCREAM. #my friend dave is like 'i pretty much have everything i need for jett already. im gonna wear him to a meet up' thats gonna kill me fr. #im gonna pass out if that actually happens. #personal

[cuppajj]

If I had a nickel for every time I made an au for humor purposes that turned into a narrative that explores the story and characters in depth, I’d have two nickels! Which isn’t a lot but it’s strange it happened twice

#fowau #lltau #in all honesty I have a habit of doing this and it’s not even intentional LMAO #cjj sayeth #anyw I’ve had plans to go into both and while lltau is on the backburner #bc I want to read the mtmte arc to regain some motivation #the amount of fowau stuff I’ve thought about that’s NOT dumb shenanigans is kinda stupid ngl #honestly I’ve thought a lot for both (lltau in my head has become an exploration of Tyrest’s psychology #had he regained his solomus memories and not died) but fowau is where my brain currently is #bc 1. I own a copy of requiem and 2. overlord brainrot go brrrrr #anyw I hope you guys like melody because I’m about to b very self indulgent :) #a lot of this stuff is stuff I’ve thought about for months but was nervous to share because I was afraid it would be tonal whiplash #but ehhh I like it!! it could be fun and interesting! and isn’t my blog tonal whiplash at this point LOL #thanku friends who helped me with that! you know who you are <3 #is this me rambling? #yeh

[ziracona]

I want to replay DA2; I miss my husband Anders so much and it was so fun but. Literally how will I ever make it past All That Remains again. The first pass nearly killed me. But I can’t beat Act 2 without it. But I can’t go through that again. But I have to replay DA2. But I’ll die. But I-

#every day I look at DA2 replay and All That Remains is The Horrors™️ bouncer guarding the door #dragon age 2 #like that quest traumatized me. I think I’ve cried every time I explained it to so #someone. I… but I want to replay. I miss my husband and I miss my friends. I loved the letters updating you on quest outcomes years later. I #love Bethie I love Mom I love Isabella and Merrill I love the Arishok fuck I miss him. I mean I don’t regret my /choice/ because it would be #the epitome of unfair for Isabella to pay for the second selfless act of her life on a scale to rival the first. but god I regret having to #end where we ended and I know he did too. DA…is a tragedy… anyway I miss the looming terror of trying to protect my husband from pulling a #Zero Requiem I miss Aveline’s stupid bad flirt quest I miss that time Anders said ‘her kind will betray u tho when it’s u or demon. blood #Mages do that.’ and I went ‘no way she’d never’ and immediately Merrill tried to kill me for a demon but later said ‘I’m sorry 🥺’ so we all #forgave her bc. Merrill. baby sister number 2. I miss the insanity. I miss Bethany killing 30 Templars on her own in 4 seconds while the #rest of us just stared like ‘tf the wardens feeding her??? infinity stones?!?’ I miss people telling me about their lives I miss being #recruited to help the mage Underground Railroad I miss Hawke’s stupid sassy comments and making our w Anders. I miss the love I miss having #a least 3 companions who cared and asked about my welfare. #instead of just using me for therapy. I miss being punished for my decisions instead of random no win choices that shouldn’t be binary in #the first place. I miss being rogue girl flirt eldest daughter syndrome. I miss the VAs for my companions. I miss-

[avatar-state-kate]

Kind of annoyed with my one friend who whenever I criticize any sort of media as being “not good” her response is always you need to accept that people have different taste like I’m sorry but I would fucking hate to read a critic that was too afraid to say what they thought was shit- also like if you do like the thing I’m criticizing just say why you think I’m wrong, defend it!

#honestly like so sick of this let people like things shit #we’re having a conversation about books how do I do that without stating an opinion on said books? #ugh like it’s so annoying because I’m even being mean or intense about it just sarcastically saying or right yeah I’ll read x #like you’re talking to your friend that hates romance books do you not think I’m going to be snarky? like if I bring up shit she hates #I want her to be snarky! it’s fun! we argue over Trainspotting and requiem for a dream all the time like #my thinking a books shit doesn’t have to mean anything to you #idk sometimes I think she’s the anti film bro tik tok meme and it’s bumming me out because I’m film bro #like my taste are not a criticism against you but also like I have them and I’m going to speak on them

[nabaath-areng]

My ffxiv shitposts have pretty much always done kinda well ever since I started making them like 9 years ago (like my first account went from 0 to tons of follows out of nowhere because my first post joking about white mage blew up) but the funniest thing to me is when my shitposts stray out of ffxiv territory into something kinda completely unrelated and yet they sometimes do even better than the completely ffxiv ones. Like on my old account one of the posts I did that got the most notes was more like Sailor Moon memeing if anything through ffxiv screenshots (which was vaguely adjascent to me shitposting about ffxiv/sailor moon combined) and like. I always wondered why that one was so well received by other ffxiv blogs, like in a positive way, it's so funny to me how even though it was just me posting what was practically a niche inside joke among me and friends resonated with others as well. Its been 7-8 years since that particular post and yet I still think about it sometimes

#my first account was lost because tumblrs password policy at the time locked me out of it lmao<3 #so this account is ''only'' 7 years old this year #anyway looking back at old shitposts and memes theyre funny now specifically because of how outdated they are #with how different jobs play now #but its also like a time capsule yknow???? #like a white mage asking whats a swiftcast #or bards singing so irritatingly they pull the boss (foes requiem) #those are just two of many and also there were other types #but idk its so fun to look back it makes me nostalgic AJSJSKSKSKS #i always felt like a newbie because im not legacy but then i talk about old things now with gf and friends #and then i feel like a grandpa

[aboutbirds]

                                               You supposed, being so accustomed to the other measures, that this was only for a little while; but now you were in time, and time is long. And time goes by, and time goes on, and time is like relapsing after some long illness.

Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of “Requiem for a Friend,” from Possibility of Being, tr. J.B. Leishman

#rainer maria rilke #requiem for a friend #possibility of being #j.b. leishman #out of my collection

[tabletopmayhem]

Beneath a scarlet light commanding passers by to travel via streetcar, a lone figure stood.

She watched the innocent pedestrians traveling by night, blissfully unaware of the horrors that lurked, the armies cloaked in darkness that waged a war no mortal eyes should see.  Across the street they buzzed and hummed in lively conversation, flies hovering around a venus flytrap.  Into the mouth of the poisonous beast they went.

Whatever they were before they were lured into its honey-sweet maw, when they departed they were something else.  Consumers.  Puppets violated by the monster of the North, feeding their money to the animal that cannibalized all of its kind who would not fall to the siren song of Her branding.

That great and terrible beast of corruption.

The Starbucks.

“Farah, I got you a coffee.”

Her eyes shifted down slowly to the cup held in her partner’s outstretched hand, steam swirling up thickly in the crisp autumn air.  Her eyes dragged up to his face, deliberate and slow, both eyebrows raising slowly.  He held two cups.  One of black, undoubtedly burnt coffee, and one abomination that looked to have no more in common with coffee than a horseshoe had to a hand grenade.  

She reached out her hand, and when he extended the black coffee to her, she slapped it out of his hand.  It fell to the ground, crumpling on its side, splashing coffee all over his pristine tennis shoes.  He jumped in place, skittering back.  

“What the fucking crud?!  I thought you liked coffee!”

Farah stared into his puzzled blue eyes, wondering how his mental definition of ‘coffee’ had gotten so warped.  “When I look into the mirror, I recognize my face.  I am it, and it is me.  I wonder if you can say the same, Tyler Stern.”

He lifted a foot and shook it, sending droplets of coffee spattering.  “I don’t know what that means.  These are new.  My mom got them for me for my birthday.”

“Grande means large, and it’s a medium.  It’s because of people like you validating that facade that the very fabric of reality is distorted.  You’re complicit.  What are you going to do, demand that Italians change their language to echo the lies you’ve been fed?”

“Grande means large in Spanish, too,”  Tyler said, and wilted under her cold stare.  “I took…Spanish in highschool.”

“I thought you went to Hebrew school.”

“I did both.  And marching band.  You didn’t have to slap it, buddy-oh.”

“Didn’t I?”  she asked rhetorically.  “Tyler, this is the second of the Great Beasts that has come here from that foul city.  When you support one, you support them both.”

Tyler frowned and glanced back across the street, staring at the Starbucks.  “Are you saying the vampires own the coffee shop?  I think that would have been in the brief.”

Farah rolled her eyes.  “I wouldn’t put it past them.  But no.  I am saying that you should support local businesses.”

“Oh.  But I like this chai tea cream frappucino and nowhere else has it.”

Rage rose, and she turned it on him, though he wasn’t to be the victim of their Hunt.  The anger within her demanded it.  His ignorance was not only offensive, it was painful.

“Chai!  Means!  Tea!”

A woman passing by stared at her, and then hurried on.

Tyler stared at her, lifting his cup and taking a sip.  She was fairly certain she could feel her eyelid twitching.  Why had they assigned her with this idiot?  What was she supposed to do when faced with ignorance of this magnitude?

“But if I said tea they wouldn’t know what I meant,” he said innocently.

“I loathe you,” she hissed.

“Loathe is just love with three different letters!  You know, if you had more of a can-do attitude, maybe we’d be reporting in with some good news, huh?”  He elbowed her arm with a goading smile.

“How many more corpses will it take to deflate your vile cheer, I wonder?”

“Well, I’ve seen a lot of ‘em in the last five years, and it hasn’t worked yet!  Dagmara said you’ve only ever faced the feral ones.  These, these are the smart vampires.”  He didn’t even lower his voice as a pair of pedestrians walked by, ignoring her warning sidelong look.  “These are the planning ones, the ones that build societies and play puppets with people.  This isn’t the same kind of game, Farah.  There’s a reason Dagmara called us in to help you all on this Hunt.”

“We do fine,”  Farah said, trying not to let her stinging pride show.  He was right, which made it all the worse.  When it came to Vampires like these, the old ones…they’d never faced one.  But even so-  “The Brood of Belial are not easy prey.”

“Not easy to kill, no, but they are easy to find.  These ones, they’re hard to find.  That’s why you need help.  That’s why you can’t get discouraged.  Vampires always slip up, it’s in their nature– they’ve got that ol’ hubris.”

Crossing her arms, she tucked them under her breasts, shoulders tightening.  “I have mostly dealt with spirits.  I just– I’m tired of people dying while we stand around watching video feeds and following three steps behind.”

Much to her displeasure, he reached out and patted her on the head, flattening her curls.  “Aw, hey.  It’s okay.  Listen, this is a big, big fish we’re after, okay?  We’re going to get him, I promise you.  The Butcher’s luck has run out, and we’re here to finally stop him– this isn’t just a job, this is history.  We’re gonna save every person we can.  I promise you.”

Farah stared at him, reaching up and pushing his hand away from her head.  His expression didn’t change, a wide smile on his lips, eyes crinkled at the corners.  The knot of anger and uneasiness wasn’t any better, but at least she could try to remember to point it in a more productive direction.  

“I’m sorry about your shoes,” she said grudgingly.

“It’s just coffee,” he said, glancing down at them.

“Right,” she muttered, glancing across the street as a knot of chattering people left the Starbucks. 

Just coffee.

#Secutura #Hunter: the reckoning #Vampire: the requiem #me writing about 2002: oh god I was such a hipster #oh god my friends were such hipsters