a cruel mother's thesis. @blusphmy - Tumblr Blog

this is an independent and private original character “ gabriel ‘gabe’ abernathy” for the series shingeki no kyojin (attack on titan). with notable origins based off of the short sci fi story “ the island of dr moreau .” est. 2017. remade 23/08/21. sculpted by jeanie. carrd. discord: jeanie#7552 mutuals only.

#derry girls s3 would fix me.#pinned.

cursedtm

they, too, have imagined the end and their own deaths, and have decided to take the whole world with them. // octavarium “o,” no last name given. westworld origins, previously dbh. established twenty eighteen, recreated november twenty-twenty. cursed by jeanie.

#on my cursed child. we stan a cyborg trying to elon muskeque kill the entire world thanks 2 mummy issues x

how i imagine zeke and gabe’s dynamic

#derry girls s3 would fix me.#lowkey hate each other AJSJDJ #get it. cos gabe is the warrior’s physician and zeke is their leader.#theyre the only seniors in their dynamic.#now that ive explained it its less funny LMAO #neways its 4am im plastered gnight

blusphmy

GABRIEL EDWARDS ( D.O.B. UNKNOWN ) is a military approved half - eldian medical understudy specializing in paths research. currently assigned to the warrior’s unit in late 846, gabriel was found comatose by the southern shore line in 845 and claimed no prior memories to his waking. in hopes of finding any persons who may recognize him - and thus clear him of being a paradis spy - marley military personnel sent pictures of him to both national and international public. a certain fifty six year old eldian named ciel edwards claimed the boy as his son who he alleges worked as a fisherman’s assistant and went missing thirty two days prior when the ship encountered an unrelenting storm. upon further investigation, marlyan military personnel found that edward’s son had died in a war related attack twenyy years prior at age seventeen. this information, however, has remained privy to the highest ranks only for unspecified reasons. NOTE (ADDED 12/3/847 BY AN UNKNOWN SOURCE): two months after edwards claimed the boy as his son, edwards became victim to an unknown and vicious disease and died from the sickness soon after. so far, the origin of the sickness has remained unknown and has claimed no victims since. the disease has been noted to attack the victim’s spinal fluid before attacking the person’s nervous system.

#(smacks ass) bringin this bad boy back #for the new followers

gabe definitely had a twilight edward phase right after his reincarnation era

#derry girls s3 would fix me.#‘this is the skin of a killer bella’ < last words u hear before you die from a kid smothered in glitter

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#gabe being reborn under moreau’s circumstances #right before being told he’s about to commit blasphemy for the next 300 yrs:#only to be trampled to death by an angsty teenager’s emo phase bc he forgot to kill the kid #misc.

2022 wasn’t very bonita.

#derry girls s3 would fix me.#its been... la literal year.#my activity on here is as consistent as the aot anime #hi hello im back but it seems like this fandom is dead lol

armamentor

CLIP OFF MY WINGS AND EAT THEM

#dissection of the nephilim & the dissertation of a vamished god.

marcel was the only one seen eating an apple in that one scene where zeke announces they’re (the military) is abt to choose their titan roles and out of seven of them, theyre choosing six

#derry girls s3 would fix me.#edit: BRO THE TREE IS IN THERE TOO NEXT TO ANNIE IM DYING #sunday school me is QUAKING #me screaming biblically: WHAT DOES IT MEAN #does it mean that marcel is the one to die like eve? cast out of heaven?#does it mean that marcel knew all along that the eldians on the island weren’t bad at all and knew the truth?#does eating the apple symbolise the fact that out of all of them - only marcel consciously & accepted the truth about paradis. his mission #& eldians throughout the world?#& he had to be the first thrusted from the garden of eden [paradis] bc he bit the apple to know the ugly truth?#which may explain the reasons why he convinced his superiors to chose reiner over his brother if not to spare him from his fate?#the cake is baking and im tired but #big brain?#cant rmb if its in manga but a lot of this story has biblical origins so

avellino

TAMINO - TUMMY

#you and i have begun to blur.

@primasolaris : people like to think war means something - jean // richard siken - war of the foxes.

❝ and i like to think the deeper my scalpel digs on bone, the more my patient loves me for it. oh, you’re getting blood on my carpet. ❞ if it is secrets he seeks, you will keep quiet. he will try to de - vein the embodiment of dark - lunged saints from the ache of your cancerous gut, de - organ the empty hymns, the saccharine slick lies, all things the dirty angels and their thieving hands stole from you so many years ago, all in the name of their old, pathetic god. ( odd to think they act in the name of daddy dearest, and you ponder if they know his bile like you know theirs ) and you know : their bloated livers will feel grotesque and immoral against his palm as he will attempt to squeeze it, as one might, feeling the way the tissue’s nature obscures wickedly into his touch, almost as if he grew up in the same cruel home as you. but these dissected secrets are yours to mold into bullets. your hands will not quiver at the uncertainty of his disdained visit. instead, you fail to invoke him your attention.

❝ here you are, getting blood on my three month wage - cost carpet, lecturing me on how war means nothing moments after you blew up one of my precious patients in front of my window, getting her guts on it, almost as if you think i can double as both a doctor and a cleaner. ❞

you will not know why you are doing this, but in this erratic scene, dad is here. sip the bitter blood from the saints’ esophagus and for the life of you, you will pretend all this blood and bitter gore of the person you once knew tastes of the decadent sweet honey wine you fancied your mother’s sanity favored, if only you knew her. you will stomach it for the man in front of you, no matter how much it tastes of the ugly hues of your childhood and call it a day. almost like it was nothing. you will try to make him feel guilt : never mind you killed the child saints, never mind you made them hurt so. because dad said so, you will say when benediction throws its hands around your severed jugular vein, voice quiet like a child, their screams like rose paint on your shivering throat. still, despite your hysteric scene, your attention remains unwavered, voice a potent laced with pointed annoyance, a threat. ❝ but here, i’ll ask : do you think war means something? because i think you do - i’ve never seen a man shoot like you who didn’t, sir. ❞

#my name sits seething on agnostic teeth.#primasolaris #everyone: is dead and dying around him #gabe: u got BLOOD on MY carpet AND my window >:( what do u THINK i am? a CLEANER? idk how to get blood stains out #i hope this is okay!!! tysm for the ask!!

@gepanzrt : it’s memory that presses like a blade against my throat. / / halsey - if i can’t have love, i want power.

vagabond, mother’s die hungry and father’s die violent for a martyr’s well - formulated theodicy, but here, right here, what is it that this stranger neglects to remember? ah, ymir’s words are careless and violent as she grips the sticky plague rot and ousts the fluid from your cage - bone, fingers drenched and disgusted. the paths too are hungry for sacrificial virgins and vengeful saints, and you oftentimes forget that you too are the snake damning his and her eden alike, slithering up his spine and reminding him to bite the aphrodisiacal flesh of that fucking apple, reminding him to live for the original sin : if only to live.

ymir, though angry, she consumes : miasma, he breaks his heart again and again until it he can’t recognize his own home. his heart like ashes in his own mother’s victim throat - the magdelena malec amputation of his own sorrow lies marley grinning tooth to fang in god’s own glorious image: gleeful, terebrant, remorseless. his hands stained medea - violent aren’t moving on his own and burnt sycamore incense occupies the empty betrayal situated inside his serrated funeral pyre of his traitor lungs, open for whatever dirty angel would take him as he is. the absence of self in his whispered, lovelorn words that sit somewhere between heartfelt and caught and violent on the blasphemous claws of a cruel angel’s horns begs the detrimental negotiation you wished you weren’t so intimate with : the brain forgets something his hands remember. can he see the jugulars he ripped from the newborn’s fawn neck, proud and venturous, as he screams to his marleyan saints : soon, the dead will make room for me.

does he remember? he breathed the hatesick until he choked on the very abundance of it, until it took root in his gut twisted dark - oak : gorging, feral and fucking consuming, until he cannot bare to remember what his own trust once felt like, until he cannot recognize his own image. does he not remember? it begs the question you neglect to utter: what memory hits like dad’s cruel hands? how it feels to recognize your ghost or your own victims? but you see it in the way he holds his nimble, shaking hands: all this dog - loyal devotion and his hands turn violent.

❝ odd to think that piece of you you call memory is already dead, yet it still tries to choke you all the same. ❞ eat his spleen raw. pry the organ ripe from inside his flesh and see if you can find the reason why his words pierce the fissures of your hallowed chest and make you cry all the same. ❝ god plays rough, however, i must pry - why haven’t you let it slice your jugular until it consumes even your heart? your hands seem hungry to me. too many ghosts to bury? too many mother’s to beg a sinner’s forgiveness for? ❞

#my name sits seething on agnostic teeth.#gepanzrt #reiner just coming in for his weekly check up: dude #imagine having gabe as ur therapist lmfao poor reiner #marleyans: you have superior mental health drs idk why yall have problems!#gabe: is said superior mental health dr #omg i hope this is okay!#tysm for the ask!! so srry it took so long i like to Write A Lot

au where instead of washing up on marley, gabe washes up on eldia.

#derry girls s3 would fix me.#its madness: remember that gabe is suffering from memory loss #where he forgets eldia doesnt know anything abt the outside world - they dont know abt modern medicine. modern tech. modern day society #imagine waking up on an island that is 100 years behind #id like to contest: whereas one might say he’s a prophet & visionary on an island seperate from the world #i’d wager majority of the island thinks him insane : the mad prophet full of cassandra kissed lies #& dangerous medical prophecies - id bet he’d be brought to the ‘royal’ family in secret and tried as a heretic by the reiss family #& sentenced to his last days in the underground cells.#he’s a madman who can’t believe his reality is thrown 100 years in the past #he screams: where are the flying war machines? the automotive weapons? the surgical advances?#the common knowledge that bathing once a day and washing hands is the highest preventive of disease?#that proofed alcohol is best to disinfect wounds over salt?#imagine gabe’s INSANITY waking up here‼️#but can u imagine the marley spies being alerted to the mad heretic who is spitting truths too close to home?#the warriors - desperate for an excuse home - sniffing scent of a madman downtown who knows too much #one who hits advanced medical knowledge of an otherwise fairytale island of a dr named moreau?#a fairytale whose truths are hitting too close to home?#id wager they’d try to kill or take him home before the reiss family gets to him #find him in his cell and tempt him to a truth: hes not insane. a world exists out of this one and he’s been thrown here as punishment #just do what we say and you can go home -#IMAGINE ERWIN BELIEVES THIS MADMAN’S TRUTHS AFTER EREN FIRST SHIFTS AND VISITS HIM IN HIS CELL #AFTER EREN SHIFTS.#IMAGINE THE PLANS. ONCE ELDIA TAKES HIM SRSLY #it comes down to this: who gets to him first? marley spies or the scouts?#OOF.

ancientsstudies

Saint Laurent Spring 2015 Menswear

#fashion tbt.#gabe may be half dead but he’s either Best Dressed or worst dressed. not inbetween

@gerichteter : i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found / / halsey - if i can’t have love, i want power.

❝ to be found? to be known? to be held? ❞ it’s bitter. tastes like pine thorns as they scrape flesh in your warm, raw mouth. a similar want. a fleeting veiled innocence. the truth hidden within a truth.

to think there is blood on his young hands.

❝ such old hungers. and have you? been found?. ❞ careful now, miasma. choose your next actions with the absence of blasphemy. take the rusted end of your daddy’s old forceps and pry out the broken pieces of god that lay corrupt in you. show him the parts where you too had wanted to be saved but instead had the most sacred part in its apollesthai corrupting, front center and holy stage. show him that you wanted to only be found too. but ah, there’s something in him that’s too much like your own and you’re too afraid to show him where you bleed.

❝ what will you do when you realise you’ll never be privy to it? ❞ here, right here. there is a peculiar prestige. a thin - veined might you’re too vain and vulgar to have the guts to stomach, a force so familiar and disingenuous you might as well call it daddy’s hungry hands and surrender your severed jugular, ugly and beating, to it on a bloody altar. here, in his stranger’s eyes, there is terror without an object, without eminence to danger. to think : his very presence screams absinthe and fuck, you’re choking on it. he, being overwhelms ares’s war and swallows the body, and in this moment of veraciousness and terror, of the absence of godhood and your father’s hands, of the war you had failed to stop and he failed to finish, you wonder how he’d kill you.