you are tearing me apart berserk

2016 became my fifth year on this shitty site and I wanted to make a little something to thank all the people that made this five years so exciting and joyful! If sunshine-hideyoshi-nagachika exist for so long it’s thank to you ♥

Those are the blogs that entertained me all this time and I really hope they will continue for a long time! Because even if I don’t talk much to you, I trully appreciate and love you all!

T̮͇͇̜ͤͧͩH͎̮̫̲̮Ȧ̱͙͙͉̠̫͠Ṋ̫͇̯̟̪͌͐ͥ͂͆ͯ͐͘K̓ ̰͔̒̇͗Y̶̗̝̥̝͑̏ͫͫ̀ͧͦŐ̼͚̤̻̳̻̗͂ͥ́U̵̯̽ͫ̓ͥ͂͛
̡̥̬͖̹͉ͫͮ͛͂͌Y̛̮̘̺̽̀ͤo̻̦̜̾͗ụ̫̲̤̪̣̠ͤ͑͒̍̔̄̚ ̥̗̇̏h͉̙͉̺̑̉a͂̓̀ͯ̌͏̙̺̱v̖̮̼ͦ͒ͅeͣ ̫̭͔̗͈̪͓̏̔ͤͪ̏̉n̹̯̙̦͌́ͯ́̄͋͡oͫͤ ̹̖͖͈͂ͭ͌ͨ͒ͣ̚ī͔̩̱̗̳̮ḑ̠e̞̩̞͕a̘̳͚̪ͨͫͥ̆ͪ̉̄ͅ ̴̫͕͇̮̣̱͍͒͆̇̎ḫ̥̔ͭ͊̈ͭ͌̀o̧̭̞͓̫̱̎͑͊͛͐w̠͔̄̚ ̛̤͑̍͐̀̽̓m͊ͫ̿̑̀̕u͇̮̱̹̼̥͉̇ͭ̏ͤc͉̟̙͚̩ͅh̷͉̗͕ ͓̙I͎̪̦̞̯̮͊̅̽ ͖̎ͤͤ̉ͩl̫̳͙͚̟͔̊̋o̼͍̳͋̋͆͊̌̋͋v̿ͬ̑͡è̱͚̘́̈́ ̩ͣͣͥ͛͠y̢͕̻̣̳̥͊̆̀ó̴͙̦̺̓̒̀u̘̱͇̝̞̪̙̍̌ ͥͮ̄̓a̾ͧͤͤ́l͕͕͛l̢͍̙̼͛ͧ!͉͓͒
̶̭̙̥̓ͩͦ̚S̠̝̩̬̬̉ͪͬ̉̉̆ĕ͈̭͔̜̗̯̰̿ͮr̰̲͐ͮͮͪị͙̰ͮ̈́̆͗͛ͮ̊̕o̪̝͓̟ͤ͂͐̈́̄̂u̪͆͑̆s̹̣͍̤̼͍̲ͯ̓ͮ̿ͫͧ͡l̤̠̼̫͙͉̝͊ͦy̩̗̰͖̗̼̑͒ͥͨ͋͞ ̜͕̹̥̞͈͒̏g͛ͨ͂҉͍̫̝̼ụ̵̭͈̣͕̈́̈́y̳̲̹̪̹̭s̶̱͎̣̎̽͐ͦ!̂ͪ̍ ̡͉͍̗̳̆ͫ̃̆̚W̅ͦͨͦ̉̋̚h͖̺͇̣̞̲͒̾͒e̢̻̗̪̯̦̠̬͌ͬ̌̈n͇̯̫̜͈̖̠̏͐ͯ̈́ͧ̔ ̰͇̱ͩ͟İ̷́'̷̙̣̹͓ͥͮ̄̅̈́ͯm̵̂ͥ ̝̱̬̼̬̩̓̆͜d͍͔͎̍͛o̫͟w̸̲̯̟̥̜̻n̫̮̺͓̯ͩ̈́͊͑͛̆̌̀ ̧̒̐a̠͚̼͙̠̱͋ͣn̵̬͉̯d̝̞̙͚̤͕̞ ͐̍̽͒ͦ̄̕Ȉ͉͎͈̳̳̥̈̅͛̔ͅ ̨̬͓̯ͤ͛̎ș̰͈̉̑͡a̗̺͕̫̠̅̓ͥͭ̎̓ẅ̰͈ͦͨ̄̃͘
̪̖̪̝͉̺̥ͫ͡y͇̬̟̞ͨ͌̑͡ȯ̙͌ͫ͌ͨ̓̐ṳ̶̝̄̈r̦̯̫̟̓̎ͣ̂̈̍́ ̀ͦ̊ͭ̿̚͜p̽ͨͮ͛ͬ̒o͚̥͢s͖͖ͮ͋̔̆͌̒ͬt̼̯̣̟ͬ̐̏͌͌ͩ̑s̮̘̝̄ ̷̼̗̞͉̰ͮ̎ͥͧͩͅo̹̓̐̎̿ͤ̑͗r̭̳̠̯͚͙̿̆ͥ͗̋ͪ̊ͅ ̻͙̞̰̈̽ͬŗ̰̤ͫe̱̮͚͓̔̐ͩ͠a̯̥̝̤̼ͭͦ͛͐ͭ̓͟d̢͉̮͔̲̱͒ͅ ̬͆̐̊̉y̶ͪ͌̄o̻͌̇͒̀̑̚͟u͓̲͚̲̮͓̩͌ͩ̋̆̀r̷̺̟͍̙͗̉͆̓ ͈̺̟̭͗ͅt̬̥a̷̜̱̰̜̣̦̯͒͆̃ͬ͆g̹̼͔̜̉ͮ̾̅̊̚s̹͕̅́̃̽̓ͭͦ͠ ̠͍̤̜͆̊̂̾̇I͙̪͓̻̜͚ͩͬ̓̄́ͧ́ ̲̥̯̟̬̎f̲͎̭͒͋ͭ̒ͨ̒̚e̠̠̻͕̜͑͘e̥̩͉̰͆̾̊ͤͦ̅l̝̠̉͗͛͗ͨ̐ ͗̅̓͞m҉͈̹̬̪͍u̩͓ͯͫ̇ͥc̞̜͙̥̟̭̺͐h͕̦̗̅̉̒ ̠͎̣̳͙ͅm̳̓̆̍̑ͩ̓u̸͙͕̅̐̈̚c͚̙̩̟h̪̼̍ͪͮ
̶̬͕̺̻B̝̝̰̙̲̓̓̽ͮ̾͐E̯̪̬̟͋ͨ͂̎Ṱ̡̱̮̰̦̣͋͛͌̏T̟͇̳̅̋ͧ̅̇Ȅ̦̹̟̰̜͂ͮ̇͌͋̔R͈̯͗̽͒ͯ͑͒!͗̽͋͆͌͢

THANK YOU!

Well … I think I put everyone from my blogroll xD *sorry if I forget someone*

Graphics makers ; or how to make your mind blow in the next dimension! (I have a thing for them ;3)

@serragakis - @boxuto - @arimakshou - @decretio - @corazvn - @kanekin - @higekis - @kuroona - @garekiz - @hirragis - @sekigannn - @bokuaka-s - @sassaki-s - @dearestsoul - @miyeuki - @shouyio - @escarletes - @lahviis @kanekx - @ihavea-problem - @daiizume - @solledin @sexamura - @kiseryoutas - @rakuzaun - @reizakis - @neahh - @genoza - @haiyse - @yamazekis - @gurako - @riimura @worldofglass - @dcku - @psychohelmet @dazaious - @seethelights - @sukerokus - @sshiroyasha - @tokusas - @kamuisyato - @kirschetein - @allenswalkers - @shirayukii - @noearchivistes - @reikans - @erwonmyheart - @suzuyas - @ichimatsus - @hharukas - @kageyama–shigeo - @yamakenz - @iosakisaka - @oikawahtoorus - @tsukiayma - @nozakis - @ueno - @kanneki - @shreya-chan - @micaelis - @tartatail - @nijimurashuuzo - @fairytailwitch - @hissoka - @starkana - @katsuraz - @mazusu - @daughterofsatan - @zeino - @shokugekis - @sakusa-chan - @bakamura - @tsukis​ - @taitetsu​ -

Good content blogs (also good at edits) ; seeing them on my dash fill me with joy, what esle I can say? You should follow them!

@hisokasasss - @sinbuns - @dailyshoujo - @tobiocchi - @golden-haired-hero - @bkatsuki - @fymyheroacademia - @-tokyoghoul - @envy-and-pride@arimatastic - @things-all-love - @theyseemewhalin - @hawuka - @officialdgm - @ieyasus - @0ikawa - @mikotoray - @ohkagura - @ootsukis - @shinji-01 - @linkspooky - @shebasborg - @jemcarstairz - @joan-aiken - @kirenenko-pouicpouic - @risingfalcons - @asuuramaru - @sugawarakatashi - @edisyaoi - @technolyzed - @mobchoir - @anime-diary - @kakurei - @hisazuki - @pyunsukee - @rainnieday - @aisarenai - @s3cret-lady - @spirition - @kanekikn - @annaliebert - @ayyatos - @shuuzou - @juviavevo - @sadistfujoshi - @yaoi-blcd - @notkanekiken - @irl-karamatsu - @tetsumine - @suzuya-s - @bakugoh - @cibee - @haisesthetics - @hiddenmirykirigum - @xmiyoshi - @suzuyajuzoo - @yumirz @youmustthinkmemad - @minisyubie - @fudayk - @sexuoh - @kirishimma - @anjizu - @harukasenpais - @bokkutoh - @thefrenchnerdgirl ♥ - @berserk - @seiryuus - @fencer-x - @garakku - @irishiko - @nocheamarga - @hikaritsu - @izumou - @alicenakiri - @hikikomori-chan - @ryuichii - @ukaku-ghoul - @majorocelot​ - @bokutouh​ - @ikahomine​ - @yaoiaddicted​ - @ohbirds​ - @yuuukii​ - @hakurens​ - @fairypiece

Artists ; there are no words strong enough to explain how much they are amazing. They will tear your heart apart and they will put it on fire and they will eat it. And you know what? You won’t be mad at them because we are all masochist that are allowed to see God’s work. (fight me if you disagree). They work hard af, they deserve so much happiness ♥

@neimana - @muddymelly - @delusional-lune - @shouty-y - @missfujoshilove - @noranb - @rabiscosetal - @blauerozen - @asbehsam - @yanderechild@raaawrbin - @viria - @johannathemad - @rboz - @lordzuuko 

Tokyo Ghoul Fandom ; the main reason why I’m so addicted to this series and why I’m stuck here. Good with art , edits and meta ♥ In fact they are just too good for this world! Too good for me!

@rizakamishiro - @snarky-gourmet - @choukoto - @preciousghouls - @neropet - @lacuna-matata - @g-h-o-u-lish - @suzune-tgre - @coromoor - @oneeyedkingeto - @tinyghoulproblem - @kenkamishiro - @ishida-why - @makyun - @floppyamon - @eyepatch-centipede - @toukyoghoul - @kaeveeoh - @ladymoonstache 

Gravity Falls: Transcendence Au

Wrote down something for a picture zilleniose drew for the transcendence au where Dipper (excuse me “Alcor”) is going berserk with demonic saiyan power because someone hurt his sister. And i was thinking, how could Mable even have gotten hurt? Its been established that Dipper is incredible protective of his sister, he wouldnt let anyone lay a single finger on her right? So how’d it happen? I am just gonna go ahead and blatantly throw this at your faces and then run away. (wanna know what the heck i’m talking ‘bout check out these wonderful peoples zoey-chu , transcendence-au ) 

I’m Just Dreaming of Tearing You Apart 

How could he have let this happen? He was trapped in a tempest of bark bitten agony and self loathing hate. The moon crested like a chesire smile of vile mirth. Grinning inscrutably. The clear night air infected by the rusted smell of fresh blood and broken bones. He cursed the stars and himself.

He could feel her, screaming and scraping at their bond. A link that tethered her human soul to his demonic existence. She was desperate, and so was he. She screeched for him across seas of nothingness. There was too much distance between them. Mentally and physically. 

A Trap. A very clever, underhanded trap. 

The many figures surrounding him chanted phrases of sharp jumbled Latin. To bind and imprison him. To enslave him. To instal their will above his own. 

They had summoned him to this spot on a crisp Autumn night in October. Brought him to this place with ever intention of owning him. He really should have seen this coming. He had thought it was just another cult wishing to make a deal with the devil, but no. What they wanted was something far more sinister. They weren’t interested in any civil negotiation of currency for goods or their souls for some foolish petty material object that they had deemed worth the price of something so precious, and Dipper knew how that song and dance went. This was what Dipper had become accustomed to. 

But seconds after being ripped away impolitely from his sister and thrown into this little escapade he knew that something was off. A horrible suffocating feeling of dread and irrational anger rushing through his like a plague. His demonic instincts (which he was still getting used even after a few years to thank you very much) were screaming, blaring warning signs right in his eyes. Danger, Danger, somethings wrong. Very wrong. but what? What?

“Welcome, great and horrific Alcor manifestation of nightmares,” a gruff garbled voice praised, a short lumpy robbed figure advanced toward Dipper where he floated at the center of a sloppy pentagram. Careful not to cross the divine lines in the dirt that kept them safe from his wrath. That they were sure, beyond a doubt, they would invoke upon themselves. 

“Why have you summoned me?” Dipper drawled, so completely bored with the occult and trying to ignore his panicking instincts gnawing at the back of his limitless mind.  

“You shall fulfill our wish,” said the stout hooded figure, on the front of his hood there was a single slitted eye stitched into the fabric. It seemed to glare at Dipper, so Dipper glared (rather irrationally) right back. Just the slight change in his expression made a few of the weaker occultist step back in fear, they murmured amongst each other. Their voices hushed but not quiet enough. He caught a few broken words of general hesitance. But not enough to tell him what they really wanted from him.

A brisk breeze flowed from the mountains and though the trees, swirling around the little grove in the forgotten forest.  Dipper glanced down briefly to the lines preventing him from returning to Mabel and their shared happiness. If he had them, he would have said his stomach dropped and his heart jumped into his throat. He recognized those peculiar symbols. Those ghastly lines spelled out his doom. A Binding Spell. 

Oh Hellfire.

His eyes widened and his head shot up to glare in outrage at each of the hidden faces shrouded in anonymous shadow gathered around him. His mind raced, with his semi-omnipotence he knew all that was necessary to bind a demon of his class. You needed the true name of the intended, you needed a pure blood sacrifice, you needed- you needed- you needed-  so many horrible, awful, terrible things. Things that he saw were strewn around the pentagram. Dipper forced each horrific ingredients out of his mind. 

The hooded figures began to chant the words of demonic imprisonment. Marching around him, to surround him, cage him like a burning bird. Attempting to clip his wings and make him their supernatural weapon. 

A sudden frantic tug on the bond from his twin shot through him like a burst of erratic lightning. A familiar voice twisted into a scream like the crack of a whip on his intangible backside. 

Mabel. Blood sacrifice. True name. Pure Soul. 

Every thing became very clear to him in a matter of seconds. They pushed and pulled her forward. Shoving her violently to the ground in front of him. Blue flames ignited from his fingertips and lapped at his cheeks. The Latin screaming, nonexistent blood roaring in his ears. She struggled with her bindings, plastic zip ties. He could feel the plastic cut and chafe his own wrists as he was shackled in a similarly, catastrophically different way. 

The portly man grabbed Mabel by her long hair, dragging her to her knees. Raised a jagged, gaudy knife to the heavens. Speckled with disgusting jewels unlike the like the stars and Mabel’s irreplaceable shinning eyes. Plunging the blade down toward her throat with a shout of greedy insanity. 

Time stilled, Dipper picked apart the flaws in his cage and destroyed it with an earth shattering screech. Consumed by rage and hatred, Dipper was swallowed by the purest instinctive darkness hidden within himself. Devouring what was known as ‘Dipper,’ replacing him with something divinely ancient and grotesquely new.

The demon of dreams tore through time and space. Reaching his other half just as the tip of the knife touched her delicate veins. Precious arteries, fragile sinews. Pumping life blood to her four chambered bird cage heart.

He tore the prey’s old dying body to little pieces, tiny bloody pieces. Wrapped his claws of shadow around his petty soul and devoured it. It tasted like vile, greasy greed.

The demon twice incarnate, wrapped his claws delicately around his other half and growled. Lightning streaked across the once clear sky. Chaotic calls of thunder booming down to Earth. Shadows dancing in a frenzy of pure rage. A pandemonium of terror. Ensnaring those who thought to play with powers they did not comprehend. 

Alcor, having saved his Mizar, his twin star from destruction, lovingly cradled her in his taloned claws. Alcor turned to those who had dared try to take her away from him. Cursing their souls to eternal damnation in forgotten dead tongues. For they did not deserve the language of the living. 

He would rip their soft bodies apart until there was nothing left and they were only rusted red stains on the bark of the ever green trees. He would devour each and everyone of their souls. Torture and twist them, so they could not escape him, even in death. Yes, that was what he would do. 

They would get exactly what they deserved, they would endure his eternal wrath. A word of caution to the unwise.

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Oh jeez that was long. Oh god, grammatical errors galore. Welp here you go!