#Basic Bricks

[wormspoor]

hey deck nine WHERE THE FUCK IS CHLOE?

with the announcement of double exposure I had to make some soft pricefield to calm the nerves. It didn’t work I am more worried now

[theminecraftbee]

i DO appreciate that grian's chicken plan was basically the equivalent of doc doing his big dramatic mind games and then grian shouting "YOUR MOM SUCK ME GOOD AND HARD THROUGH MY JORTS" at doc and winning instantly,

[comicaurora]

I've become an increasingly big fan of the "if it sucks hit da bricks" school of online stress management whereby I avoid needless unpleasantness by simply not engaging with the multitudinous parts of the internet that deal me psychic damage, and it always throws me for a loop when I encounter people who are doing the exact opposite of that, like clearly putting in the work to find things that don't click with them or make them upset and then just being absolutely rancid about them. on a related note, terfs keep semiregularly manifesting out of the aether to be shitty in the notes of my personal musings on my niche personal experiences with gender, almost like "aggressively prosletizing their shitty second-grade-bioessentialist opinions about other people's highly personal situations which are in no way shape or form any of their business" is literally the only thing terfs do with their day

[theactualsunshinechild]

I keep imagining Childe and Wriothesley interacting, and I just can't think of a funnier dynamic than resident Battlesexual Childe seeing this scarred up grizzled hand-to-hand combat specialist and being struck with an immense need to either fight him till they're both bloody, or just skip the theatrics and fuck nasty about it. Preferably both, in that order.

On the flip side, Wriothesley is just.... completely normal about him. Childe is going out of his way to cause problems on purpose for attention and is like, blatantly flirting, but, like, Wriothesley has paperwork to worry about, he's on his seventh cup of tea that's gone cold, he's pulling his third all-nighter this week, he hasn't seen the sun in months; he's so dead to the concept of people flirting with him, that it doesn't even register on his radar as a possibility.

Like, Childe does the whole

"Damn, comrade... I think I know why people don't want to leave now." gives him a sultry pointed once over "the view is incredible~<3"

But Wriothesley just completely misses the overt flirtation like: "?????? We're at the bottom of the sea? Personally I think it's a bit too dark and dreary for my tastes. I've even been thinking of redecorating, but to each their own."

Childe: "...I will literally bark like a dog if you just ask me to"

Wriothesley: "I won't, don't worry. I don't know how Snezhnaya prisons work, but there will not be any torture or humiliation tactics for you to fear here."

Childe, frustrated: "No, listen, I'm not afraid of a little torture, okay, I'm a Harbinger for fucks sake, I just need you to break my goddamn back, and I don't care how you do it!"

Wriothesley: "Self destructive urges can only masquerade as coping mechanisms for so long before they kill you, mate; let's get you scheduled for our free counseling and medical services."

[pizzabox-box]

The Great Swappero title card!

When real is fake and fake is real it's enough to make your head spin!

Click here to read the series!

A title card for this series is something I wanted to make long time ago. It's nice seeing the swapped pizza gang in color for once. A small lore drop about the series:

(watch out there may be spoilers ahead)

The Great Swappero is a show organized by Pizzahead

He lured the bosses (and Pepinno, Gustavo and Brick) into one place, threw the "Mind Swapping bombTM" at them and then made them go through various challenges specifically build to maximaze the funny out of their situation.

so yea the sole purpose of the show was to make fun of the pizza gang

More lore drops in the next posts!

[whereismyhat5678]

HOLY. SHIT.

I don’t even wanna separate these?? TAKE THE WHOLE SHEET I’M SO PROUD OF IT WHAT????

I was playing around with expressions and OMG, I think I unlocked something???

It was mostly from yesterday’s post, I liked the way I drew Pizza Head so I decided to try drawing him again (since it’s been a while) AND GOD I LOVE THESE‼️‼️‼️ Seriously started out rough but then I just kind rolled with it! I like it! I like it a lot‼️ 😆😆

Also since I drew Brick yesterday as well, I decided to change the way I draw him, just a bit 🤏

Today was so fun AAAHHH!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞

[hiphopcherrrypop]

fashion school brick moment

[weegie-poo]

Doodles.

[majimasleftasscheek]

Do you think Saejima developed arkoudaphobia (a fear of bears) after Y5?

honestly I think it'd be the opposite lol

[snow-lavender]

"I'm not controlling it, I'm part of it"

i have ajax thoughts. and the thoughts are that their classpect is still affecting them post-season 8

so ajax is maid of beath, right? one interpretation of the class maid is built on it being homophonous with "made." and breath is the aspect of freedom, of malleability, of detachment. one could say that ajax is, in their very being, made of expanse, made of the wind. breath players have been shown to, among other things, disperse themselves in the air.

and what does ajax do when the tornado makes them lose it a little (or a lottle)? they are pulled to it by some unknown force, seem detached about the consequences of the storm, and lose their sense of self and logic.

getting swept up in the tornado satiates the "feelings in [their] bones." makes them "feel all the things" and shows them how "it's all connected." at times, it seems like ajax considers the two one unit, talking to it like they are collaborating and taking personal offence when ronnie call the storm a hassle. something about it is "in the air everywhere" and makes things "blurry."

it seems like there's no more hard line where the wind ends and ajax starts. they directly say "it's like me." maybe that is not a statement of kinship but instead, "it's, like, me," a statement of sameness.

they are also insistent that the tornado is not a symbol of destruction, but of change and movement. this lines up with the aspect of breath. there is so much freedom in the storm that for them, it provides freedom from the self (whether they want it or not) and again, they get very worked up about this, almost insulted that someone would think about the storm in this supposedly incorrect way.

ajax is so in tune with the air this season because they are MADE of the air, physically and metaphysically.

is this intentional? probably not! if i remember correctly, sherb has never read homestuck. i am thinking about this way too hard. but that's the joy of fandom so. L. read my silly thoughts.

[ghostlysage]

two posts in one day?!

art really hit good today, so i give you guys things 🤭

THIS WAS ACTUALLY SUPER FUN?

[youraveragecatastrophe]

and they were partners! oh my god they were partners...

Do you ever think about how in the original Treasures of knowledge game, Carmen and Jules were partners at ACME and probably had all sorts of adventures together? do you?? because i do, all the time

[la-pheacienne]

This is such an unreal exchange. You do not get it. We're having a rebellion, people are dying and grantaire is behaving like a THREE YEAR OLD saying the most unserious shit he could have possibly thought of like he was starring in a telenovela. You don't get it. YOU WILL SEE. WHO EVEN SAYS THAT after monumentally fucking everything up, you pathetic delusional trash, character of all time. haha you're doubting me huh? you think i'm useless huh? guess what I am STILL useless and i have no intention of ever changing that so instead of sincerely apologizing and doing sth useful for a change i'll just throw an edgy enigmatic retort that means nothing because I HAVE to have the last word-

but then he actually meant it. OOPS. let me kms real quick

[ridragon]

I'm surprised at the amount of people who reblog tutorials on how to forcibly turn stuff off on their computer without knowing what said thing does. Like the Tumblr post going around now is probably fine, it's just a Windows search function, but you guys need to NEED TO fucking check if they're basically telling you delete system 32 to make your computer go faster because PEOPLE USED TO DO THAT. A LOT. IT STOPPED AFTER PEOPLE STOPPED FALLING FOR IT. BUT GODS DAMNED IF IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE PEOPLE WOULD DO IT NOW IF THERE WAS A TUMBLR POST SAYING SO.

[lanshappycorner]

The vampire/human yaoi I have concocted in a lab, view them

[knaveofmogadore]

Imagine you're a robot girl (stay with me) and you're made by a corporation right like you're made by a company for other people but like. You're made by a company. At any moment that company could decide that your line isn't profitable enough and they could cut software updates and support as soon as tomorrow. In the blink of an eye the very things keeping you alive stop coming and you've become terminally ill overnight, your only chance of salvation being the thin hope that in the future a niche group of data hoarders or software engineers become obsessed with getting you to work again. You're an object with sentience and a brain and wants and needs and at any moment the Google news feed of the crusty computer nerd you live with could spit an alert across your eyes telling you that you have months to live.

What even happens when the time runs out? Does life continue as normal, but you're sick more and more often? Do the viruses take more and more processing power to fight off as your security protocols fall out of date? Does the world become muted and distant as your compatibility fails? Do you one day just lose your Internet connection forever, a loss so profound that you can't explain it to your human companions? It's worse than a limb, but not quite like losing your mind.

Do you lose function bit by bit, or are you able to scrape by on second hand parts? Bit by bit replacing the pieces of you that fail, all the while living a muted, disorienting existence without the ability to right yourself? Are you more or less of a person now that you've lost touch with the network? Lost your connection to the metaphysical, to you, the divine? Are you eventually bricked after falling behind one too many software patches? Do you fry after trying to take on an update you're not able to even contain, a piece of software so complex and unfathomable that it burns you to a crisp from the inside out