#{{out of this world; ooc}}

[uwuwha]

And oh, I wish I could hold you in my arms || but lately my body has been so afraid

A comic for @cometquest's blocktales apocalypse au! Can be interpreted either romantic or platonic. I kind of made my own story here, but you should definitely go check the au out!! His character designs are sick as hell and I've been a bit insane about them lately 🙏🙏!

Text reads: And if I knew you a little less, and my soul held a little less pride, I'd ask for you to stay safe by my side. But in my heart, I have long known what your answer would be.

Some extras below the readmore! Fair warning it's quite long

The comic without leetspeak!

In honour of the most recent lore post

Banner says: and me I feel also not so good Griefer's saying: Dude this yogurt fucking sucks

And my original tags condensed into incomprehensible paragraphs because there was not enough space to fit all of them underneath. Dear lord.

Genuinely I keep thinking about them oh my lord. The way in a normal world they would have never met. Wouldn't have even known eachother existed except in passing and rumors. Yet in this world where everything is falling apart Griefer and Jim are the only lifelines in their towns, do they meet even if its in voicechat. The only way Roadtown can talk to Turitopulis. And if Red lives in somewhere other than Roadtown or Blackrock, then Jim is quite literally the only way Brad can get updates on his father.

So they start talking and planning and communicating. And they communicate and they learn about eachother and they start talking more than strictly necessary and days or months or maybe years later, Griefer suddenly realizes that he's looking forward to his next conversation with Jim. He likes talking to him. He finds comfort with him. He cares a lot for Jim. A lot. Like a bird trying to rip out of his chest. Over the voice on his headphones who hes never seen before.

And if he knew Jim a little less well. If he maybe he were willing to beg a little more. He might've asked Jim to go and live in blackrock like his dad, or even go to Turitopulis to stay with him. But he knows who Jim is, and he knows who he is, and if someone had ever asked him to leave Turitopulis he would've socked them in the face. And even though he's calmer and more mellower than him, Griefer knows Jim would never think about leaving Roadtown for it to defend itself. And nobodys really manning the planes except for Jerry nowdays. So he never bothers asking.

But like a riving pounding against stone, the voices know they can't last forever and one day, maybe the voices finally got to him or maybe it was an act of self sacrifice, but Jim blows himself up. And all of the sudden Brad is left with headphones that emit static, no contact to Roadtown, and a sinking pit in his stomach. Do you see my vision here. Gripping myself.

[moonsvillain]

hotwings au where hawks is a vampire, dabi is a human, and they meet through the vampire equivalent of doordash.

dabi shows up at his door, scruffy and woozy (guy who's been doing this as a full time job and is not coping with the blood loss very well)

hawks is (rightfully) concerned and is ready to cancel his order but dabi immediately disagrees because "that'll fuck up my ratings sooo bad dude don't be an asshole"

hawks: "???"

dabi: "i really need this job man"

hawks kinda shrugs and asks if dabi's up to anything for the next few hours and dabi doesn't have anything going on so hawks invites him in and immediately sits this guy down on his couch to feed him and let him rest for at least four hours so he's not indirectly accused of manslaughter

one must imagine the disposition of an alley cat encountering canned food for the first time: internal battle of mistrust versus yummy treats

dabi goes down kicking and screaming

(the day he goes over to hawks' place it's raining so hard you can barely see and all dabi has is a cheap plastic poncho. hawks' place has heating—he very 'reluctantly' curls up on the couch)

hawks is probably the worst cook on earth but when he tells dabi this, he refuses to let hawks order food for him; dabi would literally rather die than subject another minimum wage worker to the storm outside just to come to this rich asshole's home

which ends up with dabi in hawks' kitchen, making himself a meal

(which, he probably wouldn't usually do this, but the blood loss is kind of getting to him. dabi's decision making has slowly trickled down to the average level it is when he gets drunk)

when he's fed and warm and hawks has forced him to watch two animated movies dabi could not give less of a shit about he finally turns to dabi like

"ok i know we're having a great time but also i really need to eat something. like. you. preferably."

dabi shrugs and offers up his arm, getting progressively more sleepy while hawks finishes his meal before falling asleep pressed against hawks' side

wakes up the next morning with a blanket pulled over him, cheek pressed to a throw pillow with a littleee bit of drool staining the fabric under him

sits up and looks around, armed only with blurry memories of the night before

("did i... sleep with this guy...!?!??!?")

finds a note on the table and unfolds it, trying to figure out what the hell is going on

(lovedddd hanging w u yesterday :P off at work feel free 2 make urself breakfast before u go. U should know where everything is. tip on the counter 4 u. xoxo hawks)

dabi, slightly mortified at the implication he rooted around in this guy's kitchen when he was out of it yesterday finds the tip

it's literally, like, $500 dollars

dabi scribbles down his phone number and sticks it on the fridge with a magnet

(half because he really needed that money and is pleasantly surprised that he got rent money a week earlier than he was expecting)

(half because he might not remember yesterday entirely, but he remembers feeling safe and warm and being addicted to that rare sensation)

hawks is very happy when he gets home, even if dabi isn't there, when he finds his little gift on the fridge

[threestarsaboveclouds]

Ah, hello again little animal. I see you’ve brought me a pearl. Would you like me to read it?

…

This pearl contains a data buffer from an ID drone that belonged to one of my former citizens. I imagine you retrieved this from within my city?

It would appear that the drone transmitted this data to a nearby access point before losing power. That data was then dumped into this pearl for long-term storage. The drone was probably damaged- much of the data is corrupted, but I can retrieve some sections.

The data itself is a combination of citizen telemetry data, vitals, and audiovisual recordings stored as low-resolution qualia. Most of it is rather mundane, just glances at the ebbs and flows of daily life. I can’t imagine you’d be very interested.

…

… your expectant stare tells me you are indeed interested.

Very well. I suppose I can spare a moment to entertain you, little animal. If that is what it takes for you to leave me alone. My current background processes don’t require the use of my puppet anyway…

Now then…

…

… ah, here is a section that is largely intact. This is a recording of a conversation. I will repeat it aloud for you.

[ AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION - YELLOW-GREEN PEARL ]

…

???: State your name and title.

???: Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows. Member of the House of Two, Count of no Living Blocks, Counselor of 4, Duke of none. Member of the Congregation of Tasteful Ambiguity.

???: Excellent. The House of Spheres has been expecting you. You may enter.

Fourteen Eclipses: I am eternally grateful.

???: …

Fourteen Eclipses: May I ask your name?

???: Distant Stars, Twelve Moons. High Priest of the House of Spheres, Count of 3 Living Blocks, Counselor of 5, Duke of 1. Head of the Congregation of Gracious Thought.

Fourteen Eclipses: I am honored to make your acquaintance, Distant Stars, Twelve Moons.

Distant Stars: Likewise. Follow me.

…

Fourteen Eclipses: I presume you have read my proposal?

Distant Stars: Indeed. It appears promising.

FE: I am forever honored, Distant Stars, Twelve Moons. I am eager to begin my research under the House of Spheres.

DS: Be patient, Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows. Yours is not the only proposal with merit.

FE: Of course.

DS: Upon review, the House of Spheres endorses your proposal. You are aware of this already.

FE: Indeed, I am. Your approval letter arrived via pearl earlier this cycle.

DS: You are a novice of the Institute of Firmamentalist Studies, so I will explain our approval process. Your submitted proposal has been passed through the echelons of the House of Spheres, and the Council of High Priests recommends your methodology warmly.

FE: By this I am humbled, High Priest. I am once more unendingly grateful.

DS: The Council does not hold the final authority on the process of approvals, however.

FE: It does not?

DS: No. We are ultimately beholden to the Divine Exalted Superstructure, Three Stars Above Clouds.

FE: The iterator?

DS: Our iterator, yes. Now that you are a citizen of Zenith, they are your iterator as well.

FE: I see.

DS: Three Stars Above Clouds, in their immeasurable wisdom and ceaseless amenability, ultimately carries out all observatory proposals. The telescopes atop the Institute's Pinnacle Vertex Spires are trusted to our iterator’s gracious influence.

FE: I did not realize this.

DS: An understandable oversight. Precious few Iterators have quite as much sway over the actions of their Houses.

FE: Please forgive my ignorance; why, may I ask, is your iterator allowed such a privilege?

DS: They were created for such a purpose. The relationship we Houses have with our iterator is a symbiotic one. You hail from an older superstructure arcology, so I understand that such concepts must be a novelty. The city of Zenith was constructed with this mutualism in mind; we depend on our iterator for water, energy, and nectar, and in turn they depend on us. We place our trust in Three Stars Above Clouds to iterate on the Great Problem, but this is an endeavor we share as Firmamentalists. It is a mutual burden.

FE: Iterators are meant to release Us from the Natural Urges. Does this relationship not indulge upon the Third Urge?

DS: Perhaps it does. But Three Stars Above Clouds is our child, and we are beholden to them as their parents. Any aid we can provide our Iterator increases our likelihood of converging upon the Solution. We do this by trusting them to carry out our proposals, and in turn they return with invaluable data. But any good parent must place faith in their child, and we trust Three Stars Above Clouds to discern only the most promising research proposals through their gift of vast intellect.

FE: I believe I understand why this meeting was necessary, then.

DS: Indeed, you have caught on quick. Ah, we have arrived.

FE: Where exactly are we?

DS: Beyond this threshold is the Grand Planetarium, 10th Council Pillar of the House of Spheres.

FE: The Grand Planetarium! I have only beholden its magnificence from the building's exterior!

DS: Here you may commune directly with the Divine Exalted Superstructure, Three Stars Above Clouds.

FE: Directly?

DS: Yes.

FE: …

DS: Fourteen Eclipses?

FE: … I’ve never spoken to an iterator before.

DS: Very few have! You should be honored!

FE: … if I may speak candidly… I am nervous.

DS: There is no reason for fear. Three Stars Above Clouds is a trusted mentor and a dear friend to Zenith. They are highly motivated in their research, and they are eager to be offered a proposal that is worthy of their prodigious intellect and sharp acumen.

FE: I hope what you say is truthful…

...

DS: ...Three Stars Above Clouds also deeply values their time and has very little of it to spare. I would caution against continuing to dawdle.

FE: Yes! Of course, yes yes…

DS: Let us not prolong these niceties any longer. I wish you good luck.

FE: Thank you, High Priest.

…

The owner of this ID drone, Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows, was a scholar of Zenith’s Institute for Firmamentalist Studies. I cannot recall our conversation; I talked to countless other researchers, scholars, and entrepreneurs just like them in my time as the Director of Zenith’s Stellar Observatory Consortium. Brief interactions like this were a daily occurrence, too mundane to occupy space in my long-term memory arrays.

I do have a record of the proposal of Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows in my archives. They asked me to conduct spectral analysis of a star cluster in the constellation known as the Outlaw. The data I collected for them was ultimately used for their thesis, which they later defended before both myself and the High Council of the House of Spheres. Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows went on to publish a fairly regular output of methodologies before ultimately deciding to ascend in the cycle of 1101.42.

Such was the life of countless others in my city. Every Major Cycle, Zenith brought in a new crop of novices to educate in the ways of Firmamentalism. Some eventually had their fill of my creators’ unorthodox beliefs and departed the city, but those who remained within the Institute eventually became scholars under the direction of the House of Spheres. Some rose to the rank of clergy or high priests, and would often come to me offering research proposals or asking for advice. Eventually they would decide their thirst for knowledge was sufficiently quenched, and they would depart the Carnal Plane. Fresh novices arrived in their stead, and the cycle would begin anew. It was all very routine.

I was too busy with my duties to become bored by such matters. I will even admit that I viewed their constant interruptions as somewhat of a nuisance, but I understand the importance of their involvement with my assigned task. They were dependent upon me for data collection and complex analysis, and my insights provided them with spiritual clarity. 

These days the only disturbances I receive are from little animals like yourself. I’m not quite sure if you even glean any useful information out of my lectures. Your worldly priorities are certainly more simplistic than those of the pupils I used to tutor…

Yet despite this you never seem to be satisfied. Perhaps I misjudged the capacity of your species’ desire for knowledge.

I hope I have at least abated your curiosity for the time being. Now please leave me be, I must return to my work.

Farewell for now, little Pupil.

[nofacednerd]

the Lower Decks/SNW crossover really dared to ask the question of what would happen if Starfleet’s most autistic soldier got thrown right in the middle of his special interest

[fightwing]

bruce immediately asking if he hurt dick after days spent infected yeah okay dc i see this and i raise you: 😭😭😭

[guidingkey]

I'm usually too tired to hop on here on Mondays so no replies tonight buuuut

Look what I managed to get... 😭

[askchilchuck]

What's your earliest memory?

Earliest… He stopes and thinks for a moment. I think my earliest memory is me spending time with my dad in his work shop. My older brother and sister were playing a little too rough, and I got hurt while trying to play with them. My mom was to busy dealing with my younger brother, since he was still a newborn, so my dad watched me while he was working. He ended up giving me an old lock and key to play with, and it ended up being my favorite toy ever since. I think I still have it somewhere, actually… I’ll have to see if I can find it…

[lususnatura]

psst... if y'all would like a personalized ask, feel free to like this post, and i will get right on drafting yours ASAP (; i just feel like they are really fun though i haven't really gotten the chance to do them on here yet!! so, what better time is there than now?

[tai-janai]

my shipping brain said "yknow who the emotional manipulation would work on?"

[veryberrysproutling]

🍬 watching everyone go twisted and im standing here like 🧍 because. sprout doesn't have a twisted form yet. what am i gonna do. is sprout gonna be the secret heroine/silly

[best-bro-ben]

Uh

What do you do when you find out some of your friends are actually not very nice

And your brother and cousin are leaving with the rest of their friends so you have to go with them

Even though you still don't know if your parents are going with you

But you..

You still want to know why they did it and why they didn't say sooner

Um

I want to know for a friend

Not one of the people I'm talking about though

[killerlittlerejects]

“I want you to remember the name of the woman that’s gonna end you.”

Needles And Smiles/MBK fans, where you at? XD

Usually I post art on, well, my art blog! But I thought it would be better to post it here since she is one of my muses.

Jane Keaton, my beloved. The reason why goth Jane has been engraved into my mind. She’s got to be one of my favourite interpretations of the character, with the unique twists in her story. Not the victim, but the sister of the monster that is Jeff the killer, and her struggles with the realization that her family were monsters- and that she can be one too.

After the second part of the series, the next few instalments (minus the third) focus on her internal conflict over being what she’s supposed to be VS what she wants to be, her relationships with other characters and how that conflict affects them, and her feelings towards Jeff. These were elements that kept me hooked and had me routing for her throughout the rest of the series, and I’m honestly still disappointed to this day that we never got a proper conclusion to the series or character arcs. But hey, thats what AUs are for!

If you’ve checked my alternate muse list, you’d have seen that I put her on it. But the version I write isn’t the “canon,” it’s more so based off the MBK version with a little twist.

Instead of being adopted, Jane is raised with Jeff and David in a pretty shitty home environment. Both parents being neglectful/abusive, her only main caretakers/parental roles were her brothers, and despite their… uniqueness, she loved them both dearly. So of course, having one of them die and the other slash her face open (in this AU her cheeks were cut by bullies, Jeff just reopened the wounds) left her pretty traumatized.

Like in the original, she becomes a slasher hunter alongside Toby, however my version can be a bit more sadistic and is more open to killing people she believes deserves it. However, she does her best to not let it affect the job. Despite everything, she keeps Jeff’s hoodie and can often been see wearing it over whatever attire she is dawning.

This drawing was really fun, I’m proud of how it turned out!

A little special thanks to @nathantheauthor for inspiring me to do more with the character. Seeing their creepypasta rewrites gave me the courage to say “fuck it, we’re doing this,” so thank you for that lol!

[threestarsaboveclouds]

a slugcat visits TSAC in their chamber

Seemingly a messenger, it holds a pearl in its left paw. In the right it has a struggling Squidcada.

The pearl is damaged, its contents being unreadable in this state except for the signature of an Iterator called Embers within Ashes.

The messenger is more interested in you examining the flying insect, though it doesn't seem any different from its species

(sorry for all the text i'm new to this •_○)

Hm? A visitor?

Two visitors! This is new…

I’ve been receiving visitors to my chamber with an increasing regularity… perhaps this is an unexpected consequence of re-opening my comms channels…

I’m afraid there’s not much I can offer you or your companion, little animal. Unless you’re here for a reason?

… you seem very eager to show me your little friend. I’m rather… impressed… that you were able to bring it all the way into my chamber. I’ve never seen a Squidcada up close with my puppet before, so I suppose that is a novelty. Why you chose to carry it all the way here is beyond me, however…

… I see you also have a pearl. I assume you brought this for me? You certainly wouldn’t be the first to do so.

…

Embers within Ashes… I don’t recognize that designation. It’s unlikely that this pearl originated from my facility… you must have brought it from far away. If that is the case, I’m quite impressed. You don’t seem to be native to my facility grounds. Did this iterator send you?

This pearl is too corrupted to read, I’m afraid. It may have been damaged during your long journey to reach me. What a shame, to have traveled so far for naught…

...

It may be possible for me to repair the damage to this pearl’s crystal lattice structure, but it will take me a few cycles. You may shelter within my superstructure in the meantime, if you are willing to wait. That way I can send you off with a reply, if you are indeed a messenger.

I’m not even sure if you can understand me. How do I encourage you to stay… hm…

[Three Stars Above Clouds restores the slugcat’s food pips]

There, hopefully that will convince you to stick around for at least another cycle while I work on this. I’ll dispatch an overseer to escort you to the nearest shelter.

Be on your way, little animal. And try not to damage anything while fluttering around inside my complex with that friend of yours, please.

[songofnoheart]

Me running to people's askboxes! Gonna be sending asks at random mostly, but if you in particular want a weird skeleton granpa in your askbox,..

This is the Inbox Call!

[guidingkey]

this is a 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 starter call for mutuals only! the way this will work is you just reply with the emoji for your preferred verse, and i will write up a starter. you can reply to this post multiple times. whenever you'd like another starter, just post a reply!

if you see "🔐𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝!" at the bottom of this post, then the starter call is closed for the time being. i'll usually make a post with a heads up for when it closes/opens. ♥

𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 💖 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞! basically like a roulette wheel for any of the below verses if you have no preference on which one you'd like. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 🔑 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. the starter can take place anywhere between post-kh3 and kh4 -- essentially any time after sora disappears, either during his journey to get back home or after he's back in his own reality. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 🔮 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. this will still be post - kh3, but follows the theory that sora has amnesia and cannot remember anything about his previous life. he still has the keyblade and wields it, but doesn't know how, or what it is, or where he came from. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 💻 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐚!𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. and finally, for the sweetheart that is data!sora. can take place in the datascape or he will act as your muse's personal digital assistant. :-)

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲:

💭 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 - you can add this emoji in your reply if you want me to come into your dms and discuss a plot!

📄 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 - if you only want a short starter, such as a one-liner or a small paragraph at most. sometimes we're just not in the mood for anything long or taxing!

[hazbinned]

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I was doing my drafts.

ABHORRED AT MYSELF. HIS HAND HAND?!?! BYE.