#Am I doing this tag thing right?

[eldresh]

Wake up one morning and decide "screw it, I'll make a Tumblr account" only to realize apparently a bunch of other redditors did the same thing. And folks here on Tumblr have been very welcoming and putting up guides and stuff on how to use this confusing spiderweb of a website.

Which is super helpful because let me tell you I was not expecting half of this entire website to also be freaking out along with me when I found out that AO3 was down because of a DDOS attack.

[ferumeruderu]

Hi hi hi hi all my L art is in twt but I wanna bring it here hehe hav some (andtellmewhatyouthinkbutbeniceaboutit)

I dont actually know how to use tumblr why are there two sections for captions

[cyarikaskywalker]

i haven't posted any actual art yet so here. sorry it's shit quality my device likes to do that

rex doodles. this took way longer than id like to admit because I took a three day break

is this how you post art idk

[agentaart]

SO hi, I'm new to tumblr. I know that the general vibe of posts is a lil different here BUT I'm still gunna post my sheit right up until I figure out the flavour of this platform. Uh, right the hashtags here are funny. Here goes

[tisinoodle]

Blog is empty, let’s stick this funky Swansong doodle here

[orangejuicekiddo]

my art of Lucy and Maximus from the Fallout series (i think them being Wasteland buddies is just adorable)

[bruisedbodyshattereddreams]

Are you insane like me?

[dianathejuicebox]

A Short Simbrleen Story

Simbrleen gathering in my current build project - actually, I built and furnished the dining room specifically for this bunch of characters I recently added to my game. The room is now attached to a whole house I am going to continue to build out for them.

Tragic was always nervous, gloomy ... wandering around spreading sadness with him wherever he went. A ragtag group of revelers that had befriended him while out doing mischief, somehow convinced him to host a game night.

Finish the story to join the party and learn where you can find these sims under the cut!

Belladona Atropa almost threw down with Jack O' Lantern . She caught him moving the planchette during their oujia session.

Eisheth is trying to play it cool because they don't want anyone to know about their crush on Fuzzy Bunny. The little devil inside wants to know what exactly is under that beat-up old mascot costume.

Meanwhile, Luke Parrish and Grim Bludworth are trying to keep the peace so they can get back to chatting up Angel Jophiel.

She's new to the group and the guys want to make sure she feels… um … welcomed.

You might not always notice Tragic Clown in the background - he's supposed to be taking care of the old place and grumbling about the mess he'll have to clean up. He doesn't realize it, but Angel Jophiel has been watching him closely all night. ❔ 🤍 ❔... to be continued

The sims featured are by @deepmoonsims . @puppycheesecake offered as Simbrleen 2024 treats and @simmaddness under #NPCJobs posting on the Sims Gallery. Unbelievably creative and generous, many thanks to them for enhancing my Sims 4 experience. Happy Halloween!!

[xxreddemoxx]

SOME TOBY OLD DRAWINGS‼️‼️ i haven't been drawing lately so yea,,,, i wanted to post my silly drawings already, soooo here u go

I want to redraw the first one so bad omg i will do it eventually 😭

[angry-moon-delusion]

Quill Presents: A List Of Game's I Own And Suggest You Should Get When You're Bored (or something)

Here For Part 2!

I Wanted To Make This List Thing To Let People Know The Existence Of These Little Hidden Gems Of Games I Found (And I Think People Should Play More Of Tbh)

Some More Well Known Than Others And Shouldn't Really be Counted as "Obscure" (Well At least One Is A lot More Well Known) But I Like Them & I Want To Remind People Of Them So Whatever

Also I'm Not Good At Explaining Stuff So Just Click On The Embedded Link On The Name Of The Game To See The Store Page To See If You Like It Or Not (Also See The Picture Of The Game Under the Link)

ALSO Also Most Likely Make Another One With More Games In The Future (Also If You Have Any Game You Think Is Underrated Feel Free To Share In The Notes (also also also sorry if i type alot i dont write alot and im a bad speller)

Games Under Read More

Bleed + Bleed 2

Katana Zero

Buddy simulator 1984

They Bleed Pixels

My Friend Pedro

Hart&Slash

-Klaus-

Children Of Slilentown

Iconoclasts

What Lies In The Multiverse

And I'll End This List With A Hat In Time Bc Why Not

Alright I'm Getting Tired Of Writing So I'll Stop There

Like I Said I'll Probably Make A Sequel To This Post In The Future & You Can Put Your Personal Favorite Games You Think Need More Love In The Notes (If You Want To Of Corse)

Till Then Love Ya'self & See Ya'self

[castelle]

Ahhhhh she’s done!!!

I don’t do art much so this is very relieving. I’m very content. So i slack off again and….. I’m not gonna color check. Or look too closely.

Just look at my finer details, star freckles, rose petal cloak, i think she’s just neat. She was originally meant to be a companion piece. Said companion did not make it past my “art”. I got tired. Wings r hard. While editing I realized I made it busy so I settled for a simpler approach. A night sky doesn’t need to be blue. And hand’s don’t need to be right. Heh ✨

>:D

Heck, I’ve been so busy with myself lately i don’t even know if I have a fandom…. Where do I go?? I’m getting lost…..

It’s been so long I stopped calling myself an artist.

[rebecca2008]

Is this how this app is used???

[grezydragonlady]

Hiya~

I'm Grezy; water dragon vtuber at your service!

Sometimes I draw art, stream on twitch and try not to let the weight of the world crush my brittle bones. My husband also streams, he's really cool!

[theabbyknight]

officially testing the waters here on Tumblr haha.

this is my blorbo Ren!! he’s my OC/Tav from BG3 and i love him to death ahh 🥹 i am constantly brainrotting over him and Astarion so please feel free to join me lol

also added a song that is very them in case you’re interested ❤️‍🔥

[telefonemast]

Count the days where I felt whole

This is my first time writing literally anything lmao, I'm editing and posting stuff semi-consistently. If u take some time to read this, thank you! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53395966/chapters/135145096)

- Starts shortly before the Ceroba fight in true pacifist. As Clover is haunted by fragments of past resets as he goes through the underground. He's been able to push forward so far, but when he's betrayed by the only person who hasn't killed him yet, will he finally snap? Ceroba has been planning this moment for a while now, and although she's gotten a bit attached to her human companion, she knows what she has to do. But in the end, will she stop herself from repeating past mistakes, or will she follow through? Cringe description, ik, but what I'm putting here isn't super long, and I have more planned, so if you stop to read this at all I'd be over the moon! As I said before, this is still mostly WIP, the story isn't going to change, but I'm trying to improve, any and all constructive criticism is welcome (please, I need feedback)

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Since falling down, Clover’s original purpose of finding the fallen children had slowly faded to the background. He wasn’t stupid, he was able to quickly figure out rather quickly that the missing humans were long dead. With nowhere to go back to, and his purpose gone, for a while, Clover just decided to allow Flowey to drive him forward. He knew Flowey was lying to him, but the flower clearly needed Clover for something, and that was reason enough for him.

He learned early on that almost every encounter started with a fight. Clover was able to peacefully resolve each run-in with some fast footwork and quick thinking. The battles were even a bit entertaining in their own way, and it never felt like there was any real malice directed towards him.

However, the monsters he encountered didn’t seem to register the fact that his body was fragile. He didn’t blame them, most of them probably had no idea how weak human children were. But, as he made his way through the Dark Ruins, it became more and more difficult for him to emerge unscathed. He figured out that he could heal himself with food after an encounter in Snowdin, where a crab monster had pinched his arm hard enough to pierce skin; and since then his supply of items had started to dwindle.

The first peaceful interaction he had with any monster, aside from Toriel, was at the Snowdin Resort. Most of the monsters had never even seen a human, and those that had were simply curious. The more he talked with them, the more he realized that the monsters had been trapped down here unfairly, unjustly. He saw it in their eyes, a buried despair that was only barely covered by a facade of optimism. Most of them had nothing to do with the war, let alone the fallen children; so why had they been left down here to rot? Finally he had real purpose, something worth working towards no matter how vague and impossible the task seemed.

He pressed on, doing his best to shoulder a portion of their burden so that he could give them a fraction of the happiness they had been robbed of. So that he wouldn’t be forgotten.

The first time he died was during what he thought was his first encounter with Martlet. During his battle with the blue bird monster, a feather had gotten dangerously close to his soul. He blinked, and for a split second he saw the feather he had just dodged pierce clean through his left arm, causing him to fall to his knees in pain. While he was preoccupied with the unexpected wound, another feather slammed through his forehead, snapping him back to the present, blinking away tears at the sudden phantom pain.

Afterwards the visions became more prevalent, MUCH more prevalent. Every encounter brought with it a near constant onslaught of memories that Clover forced himself to ignore.

I've only gotten this far because of it right? Without this pain I wouldn't have been able to accomplish anything, without this curse I wouldn’t be useful to anyone.

Besides, he could take it, he had to.

He tried to convince himself that Starlo, Martlet, and the others hadn’t meant to kill him in those memories. It was just his fault for being incompetent, he was doing enough that they didn't want him dead. Right?

As much as he desperately wanted to open up to his new companions, being with them only caused him to spiral deeper into the pit of doubt he had dug.

The only exception was Ceroba. She may not have been the most compassionate monster, but Clover felt an odd type of assurance when he was with her. He sympathized with her quest to obtain justice for her daughter Kanako, and without her he would have died, or at least died more than he already had, attempting to navigate the Steamworks.

However, the biggest reason Clover felt at ease with Ceroba wasn’t because of what she had done, but because of what she hadn’t. When he was with her, he didn’t have to worry about having memories of false death's flash before his eyes.

She was calm, collected, and for some reason cared about him enough to protect him during their journey together. After she began to open up more about her daughter, Clover found himself wishing he had a parent like her to protect him, to make him feel worth something.

Clover knew good things never lasted forever, but was it really too much to hope that she could care for someone like him? ______________________________________________________________________

Pink leaves floated slowly through the air, pushed steadily to the ground by the whispering wind. Clover stands up to face Ceroba, stopping only to quickly glance at the prone forms of Martlet and Starlo. Ceroba stared down at him, eyes filled with a dark determination.

“Clover… I… I'm sorry for what I've done.”, Ceroba’s voice sounded almost uncertain now, a stark contrast to the anger and conviction moments prior, “I almost wish you never showed up in the Wild East. Maybe then I could've continued to bury my sorrows in the Saloon.”

Clover's gaze was locked onto the Kitsune, one of the few people he thought he could consider safe.

“But now... I must follow through with my mission. I've somehow grown to respect the hell out of you but… At the end of the day, you're naive. There is so much you don't understand about monsters. What, did you think you'd jump down here and find them? Five humans, living out their lives, unharmed… That isn't how it works.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Clover whispered, he may be a child, but he wasn’t stupid.

Ceroba continued, “Then what? Was your plan to plead for a free ticket back to the Surface? He only needs two more SOULS to shatter the barrier. Wouldn't hesitate for a SECOND to make that one. But who am I to criticize how he carries out business?”

Her head jerked back and a tense laugh escaped her mouth, “Here I am about to do the very same thing I am a hypocrite. I am no better than Asgore on a scale of morality, I'm sure of it. But what I am, is proactive. Truthfully… I have nothing left in life, so I've made peace with throwing it away.” At this, some of the tension drains from Ceroba’s face, but only for a moment as she locks eyes with Clover.

“Nothing left? You had Starlo! You had the gang, the town!” Clover screamed.

You had me.

But it was clear that Ceroba wasn’t listening anymore.

“You'll fight back, but you can't forever. Goodbye.”

Clover gripped the handle of his toy gun as he prepared to draw. He thought back to his battles with Starlo, Martlet, the Feisty Five… Even if the resets had taken a toll on him, he truly believed that they didn’t want him dead, that they cared.

Now, he was facing down the one person who seemed to realize that he was a child, someone who had helped him without killing him; and now she wanted him dead.

Ceroba twirled her tasseled staff through the air and Clover yanked his gun out of its holster. His soul appeared, and the small rooftop faded to monochrome… and for the first time in Ceroba’s presence, his vision went black.

In the memory, a ball of beautiful crimson flame burst from the ground behind him, striking through his chest and killing him instantly. Clover braced himself for the phantom pain that usually accompanied each vision, only to scream out as his entire body burned with the heat of a flame that wasn’t there.

His vision flashed black again, this time he was hit from the front, another flash, from the sky this time. Body and eyes alight in agony, another scream tore itself from his mouth as countless visions, countless deaths piled on top of each other. Clover stared up at Ceroba with wide eyes, panting with exertion even though the fight hadn’t even begun.

Tipping the brim of his hat down so it covered his eyes, Clover realized that this wasn’t a fight he could win by deescalating, this was a duel for survival, and Ceroba wanted him dead.

[iebee]

A work-in-progress fanart to celebrate my new account!! And also my new mental breakdown over the newest chapter of @crinklytinfoil's glorious fic