#everything exploded

[immediatebreakfast]

Oh boy, october 3rd...

I'll be quiet, Doctor. Tell them to take off the strait-waistcoat. I have had a terrible dream, and it has left me so weak that I cannot move. What's wrong with my face? it feels all swollen, and it smarts dreadfully.

Unclean, unclean! I must touch him or kiss him no more. Oh, that it should be that it is I who am now his worst enemy, and whom he may have most cause to fear.

[that-one-malereader-enthusiast]

IM ALIVE, I SWEAR, JUST MAJOR BURNOUT + NO JOB + BG3 OBSESSION + REPO BRAIN ROT + ART COMMISSIONS, IM NOT DEAD, IM IN THE COVERS HIDING FROM THE WORLD EVERYDAY

[something-tofightfor]

GARDENING UPDATE VIDEO. ‼️‼️

Lettuce, basil, green beans and ONE GIANT BANANA PEPPER.

[thatsalamander]

When ur the last of ur kind

[arbitrarycategories]

oh shit HELLO conquerors haki!!

[tovakiin]

and in no surprise to anyone, i’m awful at kerbal.

[transantichrist]

OH NO APOLLO PLS BE OKAY

[thepharaohinleather]

There had been too many taken, too many risked in these weeks. For it was the stress, the suffering, the pain of it all that had driven Yami to this point. His mind filled with images of the ones who had wronged him and his lovers...the ones he knew to be bastards undeserving of a second glance. All had fallen to his or another's rage save for one. The one who dared murder his darling Yuu, the mother of his first child. He had been so preoccupied with caring for her, getting her back that he had briefly overlooked her murderer. Saphron had given him the book that would have helped find him but it was not needed. His senses were so heightened that Yami could actually track the aura that had been left on Yuu by them, running about like a madman, quite literally, without concern for the burn in his legs.

He was in an alleyway. How appropriate. Searching for another victim perhaps? Another "witch" to exterminate? Oh no, this was not about a future murder, this was for Yuu...for Arcane. Surely they were of the same organization. Were Yami in his right of mind, he might have mused the idea of simply beating him up and bringing him in for questioning. But he was not of his right mind. Besides, if this was a large and complex organization as it seemed to be, he doubted a grunt like this knew much. His fury and blood lust would not allow him to let this murderer go.

It had been too long since the last time Yami gripped a knife so tightly in his fingers willingly. So natural, nostalgic in all the wrong ways but for this purpose it seemed so fitting. You stab my lover, I stab you back; that sort of thing. Revenge drove him but not as much as the pure desire to sink a blade into his neck. And that desire grew as Yami approached him swiftly, smirk growing as it spread across his face. His footsteps so silent he never heard him; the man just felt a hand wrap around his mouth, silencing him as Yami tilted back his head and gripped the blade, digging it into the side of his neck and slicing across his throat. Blood poured as the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his clothing stained red. The cut was so deep, Yami could have pulled his head right off. He struggled for just a bit, as if trying to draw one last breath into his lungs even though his windpipe had been severed completely.

The entire body convulsed like a spark of electricity ran through it before going limp. It was such a satisfying feeling, a human dying by his hand; shivers ran through Yami, wonderful sensations. Oh he couldn't resist. A sharp twist with his arms and the head snapped right off. Such a beautiful sound, cracking bone and tearing flesh. He licked his lips, a dot of blood getting caught by the tip of his tongue.

The rest was just as easy. The body was taken care of, the hands and feet cut off, every tooth ripped from his mouth. The head...Yami gladly threw into an oil drum nearby a dumpster, lighter fluid dumped in as well. And with the strike of a match, a toss, the drum was set aflame, burning the hands, feet and head in a blazing inferno. The fire's glow danced in Yami's eyes, and he left the rest of the body. A message for those who were trying to massacre his loved ones.

Touch them and burn in hell.