She had resigned herself to apathy – to burying her love beneath the cold, hard soil and letting it rot amongst the graves of a long dead civilization, burned to ash in only a day. Yet how quickly it all fell apart in her hands, slipping through her fingers like sand, no matter how desperately she tried to cling to it.
Was she not diligent enough? Was she so weak that she faltered at the first person who showed her genuine trust and affection? Had all her work been for naught?
A part of her revolts – the same woman who watched the sky burn and the ground beneath her feet crumble into ash. It would be so easy to wrap her hands around your delicate throat, to squeeze until you finally saw her as the monster she knew she has always been.
Yet she doesn't think she could. The look of betrayal, of fear..oh, it would ruin her, she knows.
Perhaps that makes her weak. Perhaps you have made her weak.
Perhaps she does not mind as much as she should.
You trust her, after all – enough to sleep in her bed like she couldn't just kill you before you ever knew what was happening to you. Your body was so..fragile, in this mortal shell you descended in. How easy it would be to snuff out your life, here and now.
Yet she doesn't.
Instead, she looks at you like an old lover – with all the love of a woman who had died in the ashes of a dying civilization, of a woman who thought she could love no longer. Emotions she fought so hard to suppress well up in her chest and fill the empty space where she knows her heart should beat. Try as she might – and oh, how she tries – she can never quite stem the affection that consumes her every waking moment when she sees you.
It is like an addiction that she cannot rid herself of, no matter how she tries. She always finds herself back at square one – back to you.
Her hand lingers against your cheek, undue affection filling the empty spaces in her chest until she feels like cannot breathe. She traces her hand along your jaw, her vision narrowed on the softness of your lips.
Yet that same thought rises unbidden to the forefront of her thoughts. Love was a dangerous thing – you both knew that. To let it fester and rot her from within..she would be throwing her plans out the window, and for what?
Because she was too weak? Because the affection and trust in your eyes whenever your looked at her made her feel whole, like she was more then just an Archon playing God with the fate of the world?
You do not even stir as her thoughts toil like a brewing storm. She swallows the lump in her throat, removing her hand like she'd just touched a piece of hot metal. A part of her still screams that it's for the best, that you've corrupted her enough, torn apart her plans in the span of a week, a mere blink in time..
But it goes silent as she leans in, pressing her lips to your cheek. She will not let the thought fester, tonight – she will let herself be weak, if only for another day. If only to covet the affection that she finds herself drowning in for just another day.
And when you stir, she pretends that she had never thought of it at all, that she has only ever known love with you. Even if her heart that does not beat leaves a stabbing pain in her chest in the agony of knowing that even this is futile..
She lets you wake, let's the recognition and the affection fill your vision until she is all you see – two stars locked in orbit, unable to break away.
And when the day comes that you collide, she will be holding the blade that drives into your chest, and she will know nothing but love when she does.
Hey~o, I’m Dollie, my twin sister and I just finished watching the Owl House a week ago and started an AU rp on our private discord, but I made this blog to share little crumbs here and there, some writing, some art, if people are interested I might post big lore dumps but here are some basics
The Collector’s tablet has been hidden in the Human Realm, and was initially found by priest from Gravesfield who buried the tablet believing that a being of great Evil was inside it,
It was later uncovered by young Philip Wittebane, who is at first wary of the legends about the Devil in the Woods, but after hearing the Collector speak of living in the stars with his siblings, Philip comes to believe that what he’s found is actually an Angel
They quickly become friends, and play together a lot, their first real bonding experience being to make shadow puppets on the wall (hence Shadow Puppets AU)
Since the only people who can hear or see the Collector are people who have touched the Tablet, their antics are usually chalked up as Philip’s imagination as a lonely kid
However the Collector can also momentarily manifest and affect things in the physical plain, such as catching Philip when he falls out of a tree, or scaring away wolves, which has led to divisive whispers that he either has a Guardian Angel or has summoned a demon
Years later when Caleb leaves for the Demon Realm with Evelyn he takes the Collector’s Tablet with him, having been warned that there is a dangerous entity from the Demon Realm trapped inside
there’s more to this AU that extends into Philip’s adult life, and the Belos Era and more stuff about his childhood friendship with the Collector (who Philip names in this AU, it’s so cute) but I only promised the basics, I’ll elaborate later if there’s interest
if ppl telling you "jewish ppl in israel were already kicked out of other countries and have no where else to go" makes you feel compelled to call whoever said that a "zionist", I really just dont think you give af about jewish ppl's lives quite frankly.
if your "free palestine" means "getting rid" of all jewish civilians in israel I think you're probably just a heartless asshole.
alright im giving in im finally asking. what in the everloving fuck is narines
HIIIII HELENA honestly I'm so glad you asked I think you'd love them but BASICALLYYYYY one of my mutuals, hella, @tbos-main, has this really cool original fantasy wip, the blood of serpents, which I am OBSESSED with so I do fandom post about it like any other media, and two of the characters are nate and rin. well. naithairan and herines technically but I'm on nickname basis with them. and I can explain tbos in more detail but since you asked about narines specifically, they are two characters who are very much on opposing sides of the central conflict and in a way that IS irreconcilable like. it has to be genuine all consuming hate it's bad. but they're also narrative foils and parallels and whatnot and outside of the main ideological difference in regards to the central conflict, they are very similar people in a very fucked up way, they're both martyr figures with a lot of religious themes, they both have had to learn the language of violence well, they both are willing to go to unfathomably low depths of morality and monstrousness in the pursuit of protecting the people they love, they're both incredibly calculating and callous, and so they have this INSANEEE dynamic that is very much "I see me in you I see everything I hate about myself in you I need to kill you because I need to be killed but yet I cannot kill you because that would be like taking a knife to myself and we recognize each other deeply and intimately in a very specific way no one else can and I HATEE you for it" and so like. they should fuck about that. obviously.
Randomly a post I made in October is blowing up-- hi random peoples who like my good awesome take.
Anyway. I woke up at 4 and i cant sleep and my tummy hurts and i would bet you five whole dollars (im stingy and poor, fuck off) that it was from a nightmare im lucky not to remember and if i fall asleep again i will. like ik i need sleep to function but this shit is stupid and i feel well rested enough to do the important stuff. maybe i should habitually start smoking a little weed before bed-- it (usually) prevents dreams or at least remembering them. excaberated psychotic symptoms vs. ptsd. yay exciting choices. yknow what would really fix it tho. personally destroying the monsters who did that shit -_-. then if i had any "nightmares" it'd be bloody revenge and well then those arent nightmares theyre affectionate mental retellings. happy little dreams. a gory menagerie of evil. yeah yeah violence isnt justice blah blah but if healing requires forgiveness like you say it does then i dont want to heal-- i want to get even. i dont forgive what happened. it was needlessly cruel, an unnecessary abuse of power, and so deeply fucked up that it feels like it came straight out of one of those horror movies people vomit at. i dont forgive the "people" that made it happen, and i don't forgive the people who allowed it to happen, either. i don't forgive you for not caring enough and i don't forgive me for not being wise enough and adult enough at the time to get out of it but most of all i do not forgive the ones who directly did that and the knowing bystanders. god, i hate the bystanders. closing their eyes, shrugging their shoulders, "there's nothing i can do." there always is. sure yeah you think im so cool you care about me so much where the FUCK were you????? why should i feel bad for having to make Me or You decisions to survive. you looked the other way when it was just my survival vs. your biases and simple life. why should i hesitate to be selfish for my life when you're selfish for much less. and why am *I* the villain for wanting to eat and have a roof over my head and be treated with dignity and not be sick anymore but you're not for having all that with ease and still wanting to take more and give nothing? what in the world is the point of your power and nice things if all you do is hoard it and ignore everyone? even people you supposedly "love." i still don't forgive you. you could have at least tried. why are you entitled to protection and safety but i'm not. why are you entitled to your human rights and i'm not. why is it that you're so okay with this ugly picture. and you know what? i'd still burn the village to get you out of the hell i was in when you wouldn't lift a finger for me. because love is stupid like that. real love. anything less is cute bullshit.
my mom isn’t letting my dad go back to his office bc him being out of the house stresses her out and makes her have a flare up and it’s like kind of insane. like i understand why the idea of him doing that would make her panicky and angry as someone who also struggles w separation anxiety and abandonment shit / has physical symptoms from that kind of stress (though not to the same degree ofc) but also he is a grown man. he should be allowed to go to his office and not have to shape his entire life around her needs. and she keeps guilt tripping him out of it and it’s impacting his quality of life a lot and the whole thing is kind of… hm
i hate tht so much of my life has been me begging others to care about me the way theyre supposed to . i hate that instead of wishing i didnt have to i wish that for once theyd say yes
I love listening to M and 🍬 interacting specifically in the context of M doing his job as a caretaker, because half the interactions are just stuff like "stop being such a self-sacrificial wanker and let me help you" "fuck off you judgemental cunt" and from an outside perspective you'd think they hate each other, but no, they both just think this is absolutely hilarious and they're having the time of their lives using the world's shittest communication style
so im working on an ask rn and started doing some drawings but its taking longer than anticipated so i might (?) pare down what i first thought of and come back to it
The most validating thing about having a brother in law is sometimes I’ll make a comment about my parents being kinda horrible and he’ll just be like "DUDE FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT IVE BEEN THINKING THIS THE WHOLE TIME BUT DIDNT KNOW HOW TO ADDRESS IT"
Ngl talking about people getting banned & how the staff on fight rising handle bans a lot of the time always makes me anxious cos, way back when, I was the Internet Hub for a bunch of my irl friends whose families couldn’t afford data (aus net was SO BAD and expensive) & they could ONLY play at my house or via my phone & like. I absolutely would not put it past my old abuser* (who knew this) to try and dress up the fact they gave me in-game shit to pay for art commissions as “SEE she’s multi-accounting!!” like. Ough.
The worst part is I can’t even reassure myself that this is an irrational fear cos they have done some NASTY things to people before out of spite and were a chronic liar who frequently sent me faked screenshots to try and isolate me from my friends
I just spent some time scrolling through this blog and am suffering from sever laughter. Thanks so much for collating the countries craziest moments. One of my favourites is when Scott Morrison was in Hawaii while the bushfires where burning.
December 2019: As Australia's east coast is engulfed in the worst bushfires in living memory, rumours begin to circulate that Australia's Prime Minister Scott Morrison may have secretly fucked off for a holiday in Hawaii.
Keep in mind, this is what is going down in Australia at the time:
The Hawaii rumour is initially written off as a fringe conspiracy, because surely nobody could be that fuckin tonedeaf, and it was quickly forgotten about... until an Australian man visiting Hawaii UPLOADED A SELFIE ON THE BEACH WITH THE PM THROWING A SHAKA.
At which point all hell broke loose.
Overnight the formerly popular "Scomo" became the most despised man in all of Australia. Think "firefighters shouting out of their windows to news cameras" level of despised.
After about two days of radio silence and pretending like he was still at home running the country, the Prime Minister's handlers finally dragged him onto call with an Australian radio station, where he pinky promised to return to Australia as fast as he could in an attempt to calm things down.
Unfortunately Scott's empathy consultant (a real job) then had to watch Scott pour more gasoline on the dumpster fire by uttering the now famous phrase "Look I don't hold a hose mate" when asked by the radio interviewer why the fucking fuck the fuckhead wasn't fucking in Australia doing his fucking job during a massive fucking crisis.
Testing just how much worse things could get, Scomo then proceeded to NOT rush back to Australia as promised, instead attempting to complete the rest of his holiday, a fact that was exposed when a passerby snapped a picture of him still lounging on the beach two days later.
Eventually, holiday complete, Morrison did reluctantly slink back to Australia, and in an attempt to calm things down, he decided to pay a visit to a small town that had been destroyed by the fires.
Which was a big mistake.
Scomo still had not registered how absolutely and totally he had screwed the poodle with his Hawaiian beach vacation, and he walks into what is now taught in PR classes as one of the greatest examples of "what not do do in a crisis" in all of history.
Scotty from Marketing, as he is now dubbed by the nation, spends a painfully cringe-inducing hour wandering around a burned down town with TV news cameras in tow, having to FORCE PEOPLE TO SHAKE HIS HAND in what is some of the most awkward footage you will ever see.
At this point it's probably also worth mentioning that, before becoming Prime Minister, Scott Morrison's biggest claim to fame in politics was being the guy that was so far up the coal lobby's arse that he literally brought coal into parliament and waved it around, claiming it doesn't hurt people.
So when a protest was organised it turned out to be one big national fuck you to the Prime Minister, the likes of which the world has never seen before or since.
Needless to say, at this point Scomo's career was dead in the water, but thanks to the rules brought in to stop Australian political parties from knifing their leader every two weeks (a popular Aussie passtime) Morrison basically couldn't get fired until after the next election.
And so, when the election rolled around in 2022, we decided that was an opportune time to travel over to Hawaii to erect this bad boy tribute to the Prime Minister, on the very beach where Scomo had sat and drank margaritas that one fateful week in December as Australia burned (thanks to @chaser for funding the ticket)