Title: Even The Iron Still Fears The Rot Rating: MATURE (canon-typical Violence, Suggestive Content,

#2

as i pass through the second circle,

i wonder ‘is this inferno able to hold all us sinners?’

‘will it ever be enough for the long lines of fools,

of the liars and the traitors?’

brimstone and basalt beneath my feet and in my nose; not an unfamiliar feeling

as i watch the souls devour each other

in reckless fury, passion

on the backdrop of a hurricane of blue fire, carbon on hydrogen

crashing bodies on bodies,

with the echo of the endless storm in my mind,

i feel burning nostalgia in my hands,

in my mouth

for our earthly time together, burning coldly

and slowly in the remnants of my mind,

already half eaten, empty

by Ugolino, hiding her half-eaten fingers from my blind eyes

we are all fools, i more than most

for willingly walking into a sulfuric hell,

and for letting myself get eaten, like roadkill

by a devil who could never be satisfied.

as i crawl my way down to the bottom,

the last circle, lust to treachery

to the icy depths of this menagerie of our creation,

i know that if there isn’t enough room for us

so i will make room

as i forced my stomach to give space in its tiny insides

for your ravenous hunger, too much for two.

i will make room in the bottom for us

to make sure the devil devours us both,

judas, brutus; they can watch

as He chooses which of us will be the greatest feast.

they will vote, of course, with their half eaten hands and minds, on whom will be ripped apart first

and be sure, my dear

they have not seen our insides, thawing and clawing

they can jest, but never know the extent

of the crime committed,

we may be frozen in the lake together, but

there is not enough space in this devils mouth for the both of us

your cold blood will serve as a better appetizer,

than mine, i will stand and watch

endlessly burning, endlessly waiting

for starvation to take its toll

on my soul,

ripped from my body.

-L

All the fake CC donos on Ranboos stream today

and these ones that werent fake CCs but were still funny

Anyway tumblr isn’t a news site and if you think it’s like a moral failing or something to not Exclusively reblog shit about Important, Often Horrifying Things that’s um. Weird

like old times

Okay but like I am genuinely interested as to what exactly the egg told Tubbo which made him cry??? Me and my angst craving brain would say that the egg was just reminding him of past failures and mistakes but then again do I want to hurt myself by thinking that?

if you think american literature is the best literature let me tell you, read more- bro you literally have african, latinoamerican, asian literature, literally any literature in front of your eyes and still dare to say AMERICAN is the best?

Don’t get me wrong, its not bad, many great books, BUT THE BEST?! no way

Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck

I do not want to get upset or snap, but many people are losing their patience, me included.

One of the big and mildly upsetting events of this decade (yet not nearly as tragic as obvious disasters humanity has faced), is how the dream smp fandom tags their stuff.

I’ll put this lightly: it is being seen as greatly annoying and distressing to see spam and improperly tagged posts. It is spam, it is clogging up posts, it is rude and ignores basic internet ettequite.

Please, I am begging you, do not use #minecraft or #mineblr. You have #dream smp, #dsmp, and #mcyt.

For the love of everyone and yourself, use YOUR tags and YOUR tags alone.

Okay to reblog