#✗ out of character. / chatter.

[hydrus101]

One thing I haven’t seen anyone post about yet is the “should’ve used our left hand” conversation, and it is so so so important to me.

It’s very rare that we get any verbal confirmation that John—who for all intents and purposes only exists in a meaningful physical capacity through Arthur’s left hand—interacts with the world at all unless it’s in dire circumstances where he has to, like the mines in Addison.

We don’t hear him say “let me get that” or anything active almost ever, and we have to infer that maybe he’s moving around, touching things, gesticulating, guiding Arthur in some small way when he says “here!” but it’s never really said explicitly that he touches things idly sometimes. He usually only helps Arthur, like holding the torch, and doesn’t do much for himself. And yeah, perhaps that would be clunky writing, but it bothered me for a little while.

I’ve always wanted to see him interact with the world more, touch more things, take a little initiative with the body they’re sharing, even if for practical reasons, but if it’s important to him that Arthur has some semblance of control? If he is considering Arthur’s feelings constantly by tamping down the urge to find and seek and know for himself, increasing that sense of isolation? If he’s trying even harder now to take up less space, to make himself small, in order to assuage the prickling guilt he feels for threatening taking that control back from Arthur? If he’s going to do his fucking damnedest to resist the urge to manifest even when the power is right there at his fingertips? Well, then that’s fucking delicious.

[deerspherestudios]

you literally took the "would you still love me if i was a worm" to a whole new level with atom

not but really, this thing wormed (haha) into my heart whether i wanted to or not! and im sure that's atoms plan in the first place!

the only problem i have is that ITS SO SHORT I'M GONNA CRY- i want to see more of this clinging suit of worms now more than ever 😭😭😭

thank you for making the game!!!

Thank you for playing it!! I honestly would've wanted to do more with the character and setting, but I made myself limit it to one ending so I can make it for the jam haha.

What's kinda hilarious is that infamous line didn't even occur to me once the entire development, but the second I released it I couldn't stop repeating it in my head,,

Would you still love me if i was a worm,,,, that's it, that's Astronought.

[sangrefae]

does anyone else spend a concerning about of time thinking abt laios being the one to kill chimera falin or am i just unwell

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I hate writing emotional scenes!! because I'd write someone cry and be like: "ugh lmao, literally no one would react like that to that situation" (<- literally everyone would react like that to that situation) (it is a normal and valid reaction to that situation) (you are just an emotionally inept dumbass that thinks crying doesn’t count as feelings)

[sollucets]

favorite characters x favorite color: yok

[candyheartedchy]

Here’s some sketched out designs I was thinking for some of the phone charms!

[undertalethingems]

Hi, I really like your comic, the Unexpected Guests one, but I feel like there's not enough Papyrus 😭 Where is he and what are your plans for him? I miss him 🥲

well, there's still plenty of this chapter to go... :>

[crabsnpersimmons]

regarding your recent asks and responses on have you eaten Sun, it makes me very curious about his relationship with the children back in the daycare days, and moon's and Eclipse's by extension. this Sun and moon don't seem like swap versions of og sun and moon so it's not as simple as swapping their interactions w children ofc. was moon still more the favorite amongst the kids because of his less stoic and mechanical presence compared to Sun? did Sun have a lot of trouble interacting with and getting kids to listen to him because of his nature? did he perhaps unintentionally scare them at times? I don't know how much of this has been thought out, since your au is more focused on their current jobs at their restaurant, but it's neat thinking about how things could've been back then 🤔

haha no worries, i love this ask!

some background on the boys:

Eclipse was the first to be built, and he was specifically built for the Fazbear Theater. So he was always made to be a performer and an entertainer.

later on, the population trend shifted and there was a bigger need at the daycare, so Eclipse was switched to the daycare. But even with his 4 arms, he wasn’t enough for the sudden influx of children, so Sun and Moon were built as daycare attendants using Eclipse's code

they were built to fulfill their canon roles and their PizzaPlex had all the same posters and marketing, however... they didn't come out right. the bright and cheerful Sun was stoic and serious and the quiet and gentle Moon was scatterbrained and skittish. but when they work together, they make a pretty good team (when they get along, but they butt heads often since Moon is overly indulgent and Sun is a stickler for rules 😅)

the kids would definitely find Moon more fun to be around but i think Sun would have his fans too. there is a certain appeal to someone who is quietly caring, who would stand by you against the wall when it's too overwhelming to join the rest of the fun. his expression and voice may not show his feelings, but his actions show that he cares deeply for the people he is responsible for.

the situation is similar in the restaurant. Sun is the one who keeps to the kitchen the most with Eclipse as front of house and Moon occasionally going out to interact with customers. but from the kitchen, Sun will scan the customers to see what they may or may not need in their meal. one customer is dehydrated. another customer is developing a sore throat. and another customer is a few weeks pregnant. so he'll modify dishes to fit their needs or offer dishes on the house.

so while Sun believes he has no emotions and is only acting on his programming, he really does care a lot

[arsenicflame]

Bootblacking is my favourite kink to give Izzy, because of course this guy would get his rocks off doing precise, repetitive, manual labour. OF COURSE he gets off on what is essentially just another chore on his list.

[unholycourier]

fallout 4 has terrible flirting option placements with almost every companion but i think danse’s is humorous and light hearted enough (still, a little bit out of place) but i was fucking floored with laughter and second hand embarrassment when i made my character go “can you also hold me, danse? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼”

[vgilantee]

I dont want to be pregnant however I do want to give johnny his own football team. maybe not reserves but. a team for sure

[braisedhoney]

What color are the narrator eyes???

they really like warm colors here. (this was a doodle… and then it got out of hand. again.)

[jebiknights]

I would be a lot more sympathetic to people disliking Anakin if almost every single one of the haters weren't: 1) pro him going to jail or getting some absolutely awful punishment - which is not how the Jedi typically handle internal affairs, 2) him getting thrown out of the order against his will, instead of working with him and his issues - once again not how the Jedi Order typically works, 3) seems to think he doesn't suffer any consequences at all (narratively he's punished for most things he does by way of bodily injuries but that's a different post), 4) ignored the fact he was groomed - like yes he made his own choices but people act like its HIS fault for not being a better Jedi when he canonically was being set up to fail constantly by Palpatine, and 5) they always have a hard on for some other villain that's done shit just as bad, had just as much reason to be a bad guy as Anakin, but for some reason they give the other character grace when they dont give Anakin any.

[sangrefae]

having an incredible discussion in the labru server today so i needed to make a list of dungeon meshi characters and which fears from tma/tmagp i think they'd be associated with

laios: avatar of the flesh, victim of the lonely

marcille: avatar of the eye, touched by/victim of the end

senshi: was a victim of the flesh but now is entirely out of the fears reach, his pot and knife are artifacts for the flesh and the slaughter respectively (he does not know this)

chilchuck: victim of the buried

izutsumi: unwilling avatar of the flesh

falin: victim of the lonely, avatar of the end, a little bit of the vast

kabru: nearly 50/50 split of the web and the eye

toshiro: corruption or lonely, leaning heavily toward corruption + he'd be a prime candidate to become a hive

namari: touched by the buried and doing everything she can to fight its influence

mithrun: avatar of the hunt. Yeah

pattadol: im not sure but i think it would be really funny if the position of mithrun's co-captain was cursed by the end and she's so oblivious to the fears that she just. Isn't affected. the most neurotic elf in the world but shes immune to the fears by sheer naive willpower

lycion: avatar of the flesh obv

otta: avatar of the buried obv

fleki: avatar of the vast. the way she described how it felt while tripping + controlling her familiar really reminded me of simon fairchild

cithis: avatar of the web obv

thistle: victim of the lonely and somewhat an avatar of the end, if only for the immortality thing

winged lion: domain of the flesh and a little bit of the spiral/stranger

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Devilish

A scare during the witching hour turns into something more pleasant than you thought it would.

Character; Trey Clover

Content; Gender-neutral reader, some fear but ends in fluff

Content Warning; Fear/anxiety, swearing

Word Count; 1.6 K

Author's Note; This is for @jade-s-nymph's TWSTober collab! I had a lot of fun writing this, plus this is my first fic/serious work featuring Trey ^v^ Please make sure you support the other writers and artists in this collab as well; and remember to reblog works that you enjoyed!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You woke up, a bit in a daze since you were just deep asleep, but the groggy daze of ‘Why am I awake… nevermind, I’m going back to bed’ quickly left your mind as a strong, acrid, smell filled the air; the smell of something burning. That grogginess quickly morphed into a slowly building and intensifying anxiety, but none of the smoke alarms were going off… you still got up though and turned on all the lights; you wouldn’t be able to rest easy until you found the source of the smell.

Room by room, you turned on the lights, and thankfully you didn’t find anything ablaze. Thinking about it, you didn’t even have anything on that could theoretically start a fire… better safe than sorry.

I mean, like, who wouldn’t wake up and not be freaked out? My brain is practically running around in circles and screaming FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! You thought to yourself, rubbing your eyes. You also knew full well that you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep after this, the anxious part of your brain making sure that you stayed awake until you either found the source of the smell, or it went away.

You ended your quest of trying to find the smell in the kitchen, but there was no sign of smoke or the ‘fire’ that your brain imagined engulfing all of your earthly possessions. Yet, you didn’t feel relieved, instead, you hunched over your counter and started scrolling through your phone, looking for answers.

‘what smells like burning rubber’ 

You got everything from phantom smells caused by hallucinations, to electrical fires, to skunk. You let out a sigh and massaged your temples. Yeah, I should have seen that coming. Go looking for answers and instead, I have more questions than I began with. 

“Lovely,” you sighed, straightening yourself back up and looking up at the ceiling, “just lovely.”

It was honestly no use trying to go back to sleep now, since you were fully awake. Glancing at the clock, you groaned again; it wasn’t even four in the morning; what kind of sick joke was that? 

You gave your clock the stink eye but started your journey back to your bed, maybe you could start reading that book you’ve been meaning to get into… or you could just scroll mindlessly through social media while nice and comfy under your blankets. But right as you reached the threshold of your room, three knocks sounded out.

You paused and listened. Knock, knock, knock. There they were again, but they weren’t coming from the front door, no. You were half tempted to pull the blinds back from the window, but if there was some creep knocking on your window in the dead of night, you would rather not come across them. So yet again, you went through your place, triple-checking that all the locks were secure. First a fire scare, and now this? Today wasn’t going great, was it?

All of the locks checked out though, everything was good.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK.

A third round of knocking, but this time it was louder, more insistent. And the burning smell was back, and you could taste it from how strong it was. It commanded all of your attention and wasn’t going to be ignored… it was consuming, hungry almost. 

You were back in the kitchen, and thankfully(?) there was no more knocking, it seemed like three sets of three and it was done, but the smell, the smell. It was oppressive, and you started coughing, but despite the all-consuming smell of fire and burning, there was no smoke anywhere to be found; with the smell this thick, you would have been able to feel it. 

You went ahead to turn on the light, but despite you flipping the switch up and down multiple times, the light stayed off. And the rest of the lights just shut off suddenly on your final flip of the light switch, plunging you into darkness, engulfing you in darkness and the smell of burning.

FUCK! You fumbled around for your phone, trying to get the flashlight on.

Knock, knock, knock. The knocking was back, and it was slower and louder than before.

Finally, your phone’s flashlight turned on, and from the darkness, a pair of glowing yellow eyes stared at you, unblinking and looking into you, as if trying to see your very being.

And you? You just stood there, frozen, barely even breathing, since hey THERE WERE GLOWING EYES IN YOUR HOUSE STARING AT YOU? HELLO?! WHAT?!

You tried to move, to even open your mouth so you could make some attempt to either scream in horror, or hiss obscenities at whatever was in your kitchen, but you were frozen. And as you stared back into the glowing eyes, they were getting closer, and changing from a startling, eerie glowing gold, to something more dull and warm; a warm hazel. Despite this change from unnatural to something more human, they still pried into your consciousness, as if looking for something.

Soon, the former-glowing-eyed thing that was lurking in the dark corners of your kitchen stepped into the weak light of your flashlight. By the time he — yes, he — had stepped into the weak cold light, his eyes had stopped glowing. But the smell, the acrid smell of something burning, was stronger than ever, and it was coming from him. Yet, he looked like a polite neighbour who would offer you some sugar if you ran out, but you knew that wasn’t what he was.

He cleared his throat, and fixed his glasses, still keeping eye contact with you which you couldn’t escape. “You summoned me?”

You blinked in surprise at the question. It was out of pocket, but this entire situation was entirely ludicrous when you really thought about it. But the green-haired man just blinked back at you, as if he was just as confused at the current situation as you were. It was almost comical in a sense.

Finally, whatever spell you were under, lifted. “No,” you said, still gauging what he was since human was only the form he was taking on. “No, I really didn’t.” 

He offered you a polite smile, which was unnerving as it was charming; and if you were in a completely different situation, it would have you feeling at ease. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at end though, and your brain screamed DANGER! DANGER! RUN AWAY!

“You did though,” he chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “Don’t you remember? At the bakery?”

The bakery? … all you had gotten at the bakery was some sugar, flour, and some lemon squares. And you would have remembered him if you saw him at the bakery; since green hair wasn’t natural, yet it looked like it was for him.

You shook your head, “All I got was some supplies and lemon bars. I didn’t ‘summon’ you. And what do you mean by ‘summon’? Who are you? What are you? How did you even get in my house?”

He pursed his lips and looked at you pensively. “Must have been a mix-up then… you don’t seem like the type to summon…” He let out a deep sigh, and adjusted his glasses — apparently, both of you were not happy with your current situations. Also, you didn’t know if you should have been offended or not at that statement. “Can I see what you got?”

You nodded, bringing out the flour and sugar, which, judging by his lack of reaction other than saying, “That’s a good deal for that,” was not the reason why he just spawned in your house. But then you showed him the half-eaten container of lemon bars, with three still left over.

���Ah, looks like there was a mix-up,” he chuckled. He turned back to you, with your citrus confectionaries in hand. “These are demon bars, not lemon bars. Eating them summons, well, a demon.”

A demon… A DEMON?! You balked at him, looking from the traitorous sweets to his bashful smile. And no wonder they tasted devilishly sweet… You knew it was bad going shopping on an empty stomach, and now you were dealing with the consequences.

“No offence, but uhhhh, how do I… send you back?” You were going to say ‘get rid of you’ but you didn’t want to offend the guy; he seemed polite enough, but you also didn’t want to test your luck either. “And what do I call you? Since I don’t want to just call you ‘demon’?”

The demon brought his hand to his chin and looked at you. 

Man, his eyes are pretty when they aren’t glowing in the dark— WHAT AM I THINKING?! GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF! You dug your fingernails into your palm to stop your wandering, and sleep-deprived, thoughts from skipping merely down a rose-tinted road.

He looked at the ‘lemon’ bars (apparently it wasn’t just a fancy cursive L then) and looked back up to you. “Trey, you can call me Trey.” 

Like a serving tray? Or three in Spanish?

“As for sending me back? Well, you didn’t know they were actually contracts, so I think if we make three more of those bars you should be good.” He nodded at the end.

Your night had taken multiple turns; from you thinking your house was aflame, to being scared half to death by Trey in your kitchen, to now making demonic-infused lemon bars in your kitchen at four in the morning… at least you made it out with your soul intact with the whole experience only costing you some ingredients, which you could always get more of… and maybe you even made a friend in the process?

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[candyheartedchy]

The thing about having a lot of fictional crushes that I never revealed yet is that it always feels like I’m throwing random characters at y’all at times but I been crushing on most of these characters for years.