#I wont apologize for my hyperfixation

[articus-icecream]

HELLOOOO <333 could u tell me about your mml/pistachion hcs? :D

EEEEEE OKOKOK LEMME GET MY THOUGHTS IN ORDER-

Their skin is rough(because it's bark) but their bodies/muscles are squishy (like us humans! :D)

They only eat meat and have a huge prefrence for human meat

I feel they would have mixed feelings on deez nuts jokes. Some like them and some find them offensive. It depends on the pistachion really

The 'adult age' for them is 30 years

Speaking of ages, by a 100 years one starts to asexually reproduce by having a pistachion tree grow out of their nutshell and sprouts growing from the branches. King pistachion has been the only instance though (I'm not sure about Derek-)

If you were to cut one of their limbs open you'd see rings that show their age

Despite their looks, their anatomy is similar to humans! They vaguely have the same organs and stuff, though their blood is like a thick yet liquidy sap.

They have a way higher immune system and stamina, toughness, strength though.

King pistachion had cried tears of joy once he realized he became a father.

Child pistachions are about 4'9 ft, teen pistachions are about the average size of a human adult and full adult pistachions are taller than human adults! Their height can range from 7ft to 9ft! King is the tallest one (15 ft) and Derek would become the second tallest one! (12-13 ft!)

Despite hating humans they do have standards. None of them would hurt a human baby. They'd simply leave it somewhere safe.

They don't know why they hate humans. Some say it's instinctual. Some would say that they simply want to protect nature from humans. But most of them would avoid that question.

They're neutrual towards insects, but they love bees and butterflies the most!

They hate all birds, espiecally wood peckers.

A lot of them have the same name, so they use numbers to differentiate themselves better

All the female pistachions we have seen are trans. KP is a lil confused/uneducated about lgbtqia+ stuff but he's still supportive :D

Speaking of the female pistachions, since their hair comes from under their shells then it would mean that the other pistachions have hair as well.

Some pistachions would wonder what it would be like to have a human as a friend or as a romantic partner...xtheyxarexallxvirginsxixmeanxwhatx

Sibling wars are LITERAL. But they mostly end in peace and hugs :p

They're love language is physical affection!

The leaves on their lower body are their equivalent of clothes.

Eating pistachios is a hate crime for them.

They're pretty neutrual towards other types of plants that aren't in the nut family or trees but they still take offense at any harm done to them.

They sleep in gardens. Like, half buried in the ground. They can also sleep in beds just fine :p

If a limb is cut off they can just easily regrow it. But if their shell gets damaged there's nothing they can do.

They're all pretty emberrassed that their main weakness is dog piss. Espiecally KP, he's ashamed of it.

I think that's mostly it tbh! I apologize(not really /hj) for no hcs on the other characters ¦p

[oletus-manors-log]

Sorry everyone, I might not be able to take on anymore requests this week.

My PC is facing some massive difficulties so I've sent it to repairs hours ago. As of right now, I hadn't received any news of it's condition, so for the time being I'll be putting requests on hold till it gets fixed.

As for the requests before the repair, don't worry— I'm currently doing those right now, but it's going to stay in drafts because I don't have their respective banners yet. I'm also enduring a writer's block and it has not been very fun seeing those asks and thinking that you all are waiting for me to answer it to no avail.

I hope you all understand why I'll take a step back this week on doing requests till I get news. I'll reblog this with updates in case to update y'all— as of now, I won't take any requests and will be closing my letterbox (inbox).

[devotedlystrangewizard]

"being autistic is about being bad at reading social cues" "being autistic is about stimming & sensory overload" NO.

this is autism.

[thy-valhallen]

@rt-nique you summoned me, this is what you get

Tommy, to me, embodies the concept of Faith. He is a constant source of positivity in the early days, a lot of it centered on belief: belief in people, belief things can get better, belief in symbols. Because what was L'Manburg but the symbol of family and home itself to him? What were the discs but something to cherish because they inspired connection? To love is holy and to live is divine, and Tommy did both every damn day

He persisted, throughout each war and conflict-- he trusted his fellows in the Revolution whole-heartedly and so fully that Eret's betrayal blindsided him, like all the others. But being Tommy, he didn't let that linger-- sure, he was still hurt, but it didn't shake his faith in the others, like how it began Wil's paranoia. He held strong that their ideals would survive. And when even Wil had given up, he stood up and fought and died, alone and drowning. And then, he still persisted, to the point that he gave up the discs for his home

I could do this for everything he ever experienced-- from Pogtopia to Tubbo's execution and Techno's betrayal-- but it's all the same refrain: Tommy held to faith in what he believed in. And when you throw Prime into the mix, it takes on such an interesting edge-- this idea of a greater power that he trusts, that he believes in and will let guide him wherever, a being that knows better and will care for him no matter what.

Dream is an insult to both forms of faith that Tommy embodies: he spits in the face of Tomny's love for people by souring his relationships, cutting him off from people, making them turn away from him. He makes the unshakable waver, because there's nothing like complete isolation to hurt your ability to trust and love and have purpose to live.

And as Dream makes claims of godhood, it's an insult to Prime, as he tries to do as she would, but wrong. Prime/Dream were trusted, allowed to guide, claimed to know better, claimed to care for him-- but Dream was a perversion of everything that Prime had been in his life. He was trusted and that trust was abused and twisted; he was allowed to guide and he turned the lead into nooses on innocent necks; he claimed to know better and always did worse; he claimed to care and hurt him down to his soul.

He robbed Tommy of holy love, made living less divine-- and isn't that the greatest insult of all? That despite failing to be the god he claimed, he still managed to hurt the faith of the devout, to scar the god-loving until they are the god-fearing?

my tiktok fyp has been a crazy fucking experience today, from Max x Bradley ship edits (FROM THE GOOFY MOVIE) to dsmp nostalgia discussions 😭😭

ANYWAY this tiktok audio that goes

c!Dream: If you can't kill me, does that make me some kind of god?

(Challenging and smug(?) tone + almost mad, power tripping?)

c!Tommy: you're a monster

(deadpan, negative in denial but not sad, slowly losing hope?)

c!Dream: I'm a god, I'm actually a god!

(Showing off, smirk, reveling in power)

This audio plus a religious Tommy itches my brain right because he sees dream as someone dirtying what it means to be a ‘god’. Tommy believes in Prime who provides him wealth and is overall a helpful and caring powerful being.

Meanwhile this green dude that tortures him claims to be a ‘god’. How dare he, a sadistic man, dirty the title of being a god? How could he compare himself to a being at the same level as Prime? Prime who he worships, built a church for, and who provides for him and graces him with wealth?

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

I’m gonna be taking a long break from posting art. Right now i have a lot of big projects im working on little by little and it’ll take a while to get them out.

Also ive been kinda in a oc kick these past couple days and im prob gonna continue working on that for a while. Ive kinda been feeling myself draining from my one piece hyperfixation lately, so who knows whats gonna happen ig

Thank you for your continued patience, and i apologize to inktober that i wont be participating this year. 🫶

[sweetzscore]

None of my friends are into TMA which means they wont understand when I make silly lil references to feed my hyperfixation and this is quite upsetting because Hello Jon. Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself

[hankasventing]

okay im si scared. im si scared to say that. but just hear me out.

alastor is the one that will die.

no pLEASE DONT HURT ME JUST LET ME EXPLAIN!

like i love him too! i really really do! but thats suspicious innit? like i know were thinking angel or husk (mostly husk imo) BUT. now we know that alastor also is bound to someone (its lilith. lets say it together. ITS LILITH. okey doke thank you.) aaand well theyre being really mysterious about it.

it would be very heartbreaking for the viewer AND lets face it charlie whom we now know kind of sees alastor as a father figure (??). so it would play with our feelings in many ways and would influence us a lot.

and if he dies - husk is free.

after seeing valshits and alastors chains on angel and husk theres major difference, als are way stronger and detailed, while angel could still just kinda ignore em yk? so i think angel dust will be able to free himself, husk on the other hand well nope.

you see where im going with this right? please dont make me say it. alright ill say it. vivzie loves har gays. i dont think she has it in her to kill angel OR husk off she just loves them too much, the viewers love them to much. but does she love alastor as much? lets assume that he has a deal with lilith and she sent him to protect charlie. what if SOMETHING (not disclosing) happens to charlie?

just my theory please do not try and hunt me down heres a huskerdust fanfic as an apology. I WONT HANDLE WELL ANYONES DEATH. i hate getting hyperfixated on shit.

[elextric-sea]

Uh oh! Im missing my best friend!!!!

But anyway haha I didnt know you got my ex-best friends fave charas at the same time and I totally am not incredibly stressed and full of regret and bad memories rn 😍😍

[originalqueenhottub]

I haven't drawn anything I have felt passionate about in YEARS I feel... and the first time since I can keep track of; that cycle has been BROKEN this year!! 🥳🥳 why is it smutt related?!?! *In my best Pee-Wee Herman voice* I DON'T KNOW! Buuuuuuuut... I will take it!

I have been feverly working on a Pegasus × OC fanfic for over a month now! And I'm finally in that stage of editing where I feel comfortable any day now to start uploading chapters...

😅 By no means am I a professional writer, but this story has been living in my head "rent free" on and off for YEARS now! Ever since I fell in love with the world of Yu-Gi-Oh! And more accurately the Anime's first major antagonist from the Duelist Kingdom Arc Pegasus J Crawford (Maximillion Pegasus)

I have done STUPID amounts of research on this non-existant man; that it definitely puts me in the "crazed fangirl" category I bet. My roommates and significant others are probably tired of my rants on the show, manga and now the card game. I wish I could STFU but this appears to be my recent autism hyperfixation that noone is safe from!

So without further ado! Here are some rough sketches of Pegasus and my OC before I make final edits 🤦‍♀️ I may apologize... But I WONT STOP!

[kaiserkisser]

rules/byf

.・゜゜・rules:

-first off, i want my blog to be a safe space for everyone. this means no hate allowed, in any form. hate mail will be blocked, whether anon or not, and will probably not be responded to. no hate on my mutuals allowed too i will personally hunt you down

-please do NOT interact if you have problematic views/ are engaged in politics discourse a lot. personal reasons.

-this goes without saying, but be nice to everyone! its not that hard.

-dont like what you see? click away- its simple.

-no discourse on my blog. please dont involve me

-i also dont mind friendly banter! for example, smth like 'omg i hate u sm for this' is completely alright if its /j and i can figure that out. if its genuine hate then go away thank u

-please don't ask me for monetary help. I am currently in a position where i simply cannot do that, so it makes me feel incredibly guilty when someone asks but i cannot contribute.

.・゜゜・ things to know byf:

-i come online and go offline sporadically. it is very much possible my activity might show me as online a minute ago or smth, but im not responding to u. that means that ive prolly been forced to keep my phone and go study or smth due to irl stuff

-following from this point, me not responding does NOT mean that i am intentionally ignoring you! please, i know it can feel bad, but i request u to not take it to heart! this goes for if i have replied to one of my notifs and not the others too- its more than likely ive had to leave to do stuff irl!

-i have a tendency to apologize all the time for every small thing no matter how close/distant we are, and i also tend to overthink a LOT before interacting, often deleting stuff i was gonna send out of anxiety, so please excuse that :') it would be great if others could interact with me first, even though i promise ill make my efforts to reach out too <3

-i promise i try to reply to everything asap :( but sometimes i check my notifs quickly and then go, so i may occasionally forget to respond- so u are completely free to remind me anytime! i wont mind :3

-i hyperfixate on fandoms very madly, which is why i make sbs for them and mostly reblog misc stuff or interactions on my main. but you may also often see a LOT of fandom-related stuff on my blog. you can block those tags if u dont want to see them!

-i mostly keep my blog spoiler free, but its not a guarantee. do not blame me.

[akidachi]

Hiatus + a brief update

Feels like I should put this up here too so here we go.

Basically, through a host of circumstances (wrist heavy job, hyperfixating on a game, and just straight up not listening to my body) I've developed a repetitive strain injury. mainly in my wrists, though occasionally my fingers and elbows hurt a bit too.

its going a lot better than it was last friday (i am evidently stupid and forgot that moving pieces during a board-game exclusively with my left hand is still a repetitive motion) but I'm still going to have to take a while to recover.

I know it's not like I was posting a lot of art right now anyways, but it feels like I should at least mention that as of now, I am gong to be on mandatory hiatus for a while

I might post old stuff i find lying around from time to time, or post the occasional doodle when i manage one, but dont expect anything substantial for a good bit.

As for commissions, apologies to anyone on the waiting list, I know I haven't managed to get to anything for almost half a year now, and I probably wont be able to for a while longer. If you don't want a commission anymore by the time i get to you, that's totally understandable, there's no pressure.

I'll also be closing commissions for now. No impact on people already on the list no worries. I just don't want the list getting any longer than it already while I'm physically unable to trim it down.

With that I'll be logging off for a bit, see ya!

[marahuyos]

The Take over, the Breaks Over

The island gave you plenty of opportunities to pick yourself back up: a paying job, a decent apartment, nice landlord, and not to mention how many people are looking towards making music ever since the new ambassador of Vandelay Industries was a rockstar.

That is, if you were still allowed to perform.

And so, you were left trying to light that spark in you again by performing in clubs. Not the best place to start but hey, at least they let you be on the stage.

You were happy to play in front of a crowd that barely appreciates you, so why does this brunette with a running mouth is trying to pry into your life?

Chai (Hi-Fi RUSH) X GN!Reader

A/N: IM BACK WITH MY NEW HYPERFIXATION SKSSKKSKS this game has truly been in my brain ever since it got secretly launched and I've wanted to take a jab and write for this since Chai has checked all of my criteria for my old childhood crush tropes (brunette, dork, and a loser: is2g this is like my addiction towards hiccup back when httyd released askdjakdjas)

anywayyy, hope you guys enjoy this hastily written fic! i wont drop it like how i dropped start of a new fool swear skkssdklfdsjk

The coffee machine's beat was always colored brown.

Not the ugly type of brown, it's the brown that you would see when peering over a mug of steaming hot espresso. Or it could be the gradient of a cafe americano with the ice clinking gently against the cup. Or it could be the famous chocolate almond donut that the cafe sells that the people who love to be active on their social media take pictures of.

To you, though, it was just the machine's way of saying that it was just another day.

Presenting a baggie of cookies, you gave them to the next techie that needed her sugar high. With a polite smile, you waved her goodbye as she left the cafe, humming the same song the radio was playing.

Her voice was spicy even though she was humming, with ranges of orange and red. Hard to believe someone with colors like that would love sugary treats.

A call of your name shook you out of your little reverie. A droid coworker waved behind the counter. "Is number 34 ready yet?"

You nodded, getting the packaged cake and wrapping it in its delivery box before giving it to J4R-D1. Raising your hands, you presented the instructions to him as the drone groaned.

"Seriously, why am I stuck with delivering and managing Madeleine's crummy party for the fifth time this week?"

You shrugged, giving him a hapless smile as you patted his shoulder.

He rolled his optics, getting the box and left but not before stopping at the door. "Oh yeah, your friend down south wants you to be there earlier than usual. Something about meeting important clientele or something."

You nodded waving him goodbye and a safe trip (and good luck) before setting aside your apron and timing out your shift. With your work "uniform" gone, you grabbed your case from underneath the counter and jumped across it.

"That time already?" Your boss called out from the kitchen. You nodded at him before waving goodbye with a hopeful smile.

"Knock 'em dead, kid! They won't know what hit 'em!" With his praise, you ventured outside jumping up in the air with glee as you hurried to your other job.

That is, until the tempo was stopped drastically by someone.

Seething from your tumble, you gasped when you crashed against an actual human being who is currently groaning on the floor. Panicking, you hurriedly stood up and helped them back onto their feet. With an apologetic smile, you quickly showed your apologies by rubbing your fist over your heart and dusting off any dust on his clothes. You took notice of the brightly colored fit he has; red scarf, yellow jacket, and an obnoxious shirt before running off. You hoped he would come back soon so you can give him an apology donut but that doesn't matter right now.

Your fingers were twitching to play the strings once more. And with a jump (with no random passersby), your mechanical feet turned into roller skates as you skated down the road. The tempo came back with full force.

Having already known the route, you breeze past the people on the already busy street. Skillfully weaving across throngs of human and metal bodies, you skated across the road before hopping onto the sidewalk when the traffic light turned green. Reaffirming your grip on your case, you picked up speed, tactfully dodging the strangers going about their day as the bright sun shines down upon you. You got the occasional 'Watch it!' or 'Hey!" from the people who were too close for comfort but that didn't stop your flow.

Jumping into the air, you landed on a railing, skidding across the metal as sparks flew from your skates. You made sure that no one was close to the railing before jumping off and skidding to a stop in front of an unassuming building.

This was your other job.

(Well, more like a passion since you aren't getting any pay out of this.)

Returning your feet to normal, you stepped inside the building and the tone drastically changed. When the rhythm outside was upbeat and sunny, the inside was a slow but reverberating rhythm with cool notes and generally something you wouldn't associate yourself with. After all, an afternoon nightclub wasn't a place anyone can truly shine. 

Alas, this was where you get to perform once more.

Before you could slink past the crowd, you were stopped by a cold voice accompanied by an equally icy color. "You're late."

Sucking in a breath through your teeth, you slowly turned around to see a tall man tower over you. His red, pomade-covered hair slightly covered his face with one strand of hair dyed in bright orange as it twirled in front of his forehead. His ice blue eyes bore into your own as a disappointed frown was etched on his face.

"You know how important this is." He stated, his crimson coat billowing behind him as he grabbed a lint roller from his inside pocket. With a roll of your eyes, you let him pick up any stray lint, crumb, or coffee ground as he continued to lecture you about your tardiness.

The man named Sazerac was someone who put up a cold front but he was the only one who truly believed in you.

"Don't give me that look." He chastised you, bringing your chin to meet his face. "You're lucky that they're willing to stay on the island for a few more days. You should be grateful that I pulled enough strings to keep 'em here."

You sighed through your nose, wanting his fussing to be over with. With a content huff, Sazerac backed off from your space, giving one last fix on your clothes. He gave you a heated glare on your attitude.

"I brought you here on this stage to perform again," he started, eyeing you dangerously, "and I can easily take it back."

Biting your lip, you fixed your posture; back ramrod straight, shoulders pulled back, and chin held high. He gave a content hum as he lifted his hand to tap the metal protruding from your neck, making you flinch.

"Don't disappoint."

Nodding, you slipped towards the backstage, flashing your ID card to the bouncer droid as he nodded at you. Passing by random staff and performers, you went towards center stage, behind the curtains that were waiting to rise. The base of the club calmed down, leaving you to open your case to reveal your most prized possession.

The beat came back once more. It's tempo both calming you down and pumping up your heart at the same time. As you adjusted the strings, you held its neck as your faithful bow was twirled across your hand. As your foot tapped with the rhythm, you took in a deep breath before shakily exhaling out.

As the announcer stated your name, you placed your bow on the neck. 'It's time once more for me to shine.'

The Struts

"Fallin' With Me"

Fallin' With Me Single

"Whoa," the brunette breathed out, staring in awe at the opulence of the club, "I never knew the island had places like these around!"

"No one really wants to go to these places except for the people who don't work the 9 to 5." Peppermint explained through 808. "Which makes it all the more suspicious for a regular barista to come here."

Chai slinked past some snooty couple, him coughing inside his scarf from their overpowering perfume. Seriously, what was up with rich people and their aerosol perfumes? "Maybe they got a gig here? They were holding a huge case, remember?"

"... Yeah. A gig in an afternoon nightclub." Chai doesn't even need to see Peppermint's infamous dry stare. "Like that's a likely story–"

You be my Alice

And I'll be your Mad Hatter

We can live in a palace

Nothing too amateur

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' for me?

Before the both of them could bicker more, the curtains were drawn back. The spotlights centered upon a figure on the stage and what Chai first saw was the beautiful electric cello that seemed to gleam from the attention it was getting. The silver finish of the instrument was something Chai couldn't help but gawk at until 808 nudged his cheek to focus on the person holding it.

"Heh, what do you know!" He said with smug pride. "Our guy's up on that stage!"

In 808, he could barely make out Peppermint's concealed groan. "I'm not gonna bother to try and argue. Just figure out a way to get them off the stage!"

Show me your talents

I'll throw them back at ya

No matter what happens

I'll keep up the temperature

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' for me? (Woo!)

Rolling his eyes, Chai grumbled under his breath but he ran towards the stage nonetheless. This part of the nightclub had the seats set in a way that its seats surrounded the stage. A multitude of people filled up the seats; the majority of them were wearing expensive cybernetics and clothing that Chai couldn’t help but remember Mimosa fitting in nicely with them. Although, he doubts she would’ve let the person onstage play their tune.

Speaking of them, Chai couldn’t help but be mesmerized by them from time to time. 808 had to paw him back to reality each time he had to stop and gawk. It wasn’t like him to be starstruck but it was hard to ignore how the guy is absolutely killing the song. He didn’t think that cellos were capable of doing rock but he was proven wrong when they were practically dancing with the cello. Each beat was perfectly enunciated by their shoulders bopping and the near-sensual rhythm was complemented with their perfectly executed dance choreography. If Chai didn’t know any better, they were practically born to perform on stage.

“Sucks to beat this guy up.” He remarks to 808. “Would’ve loved to get to know ‘em more.”

“Hey!” A voice called out and Chai noted to himself that he was spotted later than usual. “Losers aren’t supposed to be here!”

Chai glared at the offender, a waiter droid who held a tray of fancy drinks. “Hey, I may be a loser but I’m the Ambassador of Vandelay Technologies so what does that make you?!”

Before he realized what he just said, his entire team screamed into his ear. “Chai!!!”

Yes or no?

Let's go! (Yeah)

“You?!” The droid exclaimed before throwing the tray away, the drinks spilling on unsuspecting customers as they screamed the prices of their clothes. “Rattle ‘em, boys!”

With a groan, Chai readied his weapon. Heaps of scrap metal clinging together to form his signature guitar as 808 turned into their ball form. More droids started rushing in, some of them toppling over the seats as the customers screamed brands that Chai didn’t care for. Bouncer droids made up most of the enemies as waiter droids made up for their unassuming appearance by smashing expensive bottles into the ground and raising its jagged edges at Chai.

With a smirk, Chai rushed forward, feet stomping in tune with the beat as he felt the rush go through his central power unit. No, more than that. When he smacked a waiter droid away, he looked up on stage to still see the person perform despite the chaos. They were still playing on beat and Chai realized that each blow he dealt, the guy’s bow also played alongside him.

Almost as if they were in sync with one another.

A bouncer droid smacked him away from his internal monologue, his body flying across the club before crashing at the bar. Bottles of expensive alcohol were destroyed as the fluids covered Chai from head to toe. As if that wasn’t the end of it, the shelf holding the bottles tilted down, the bottles sliding down and hitting Chai multiple times, each bonk more painful than the last.

You're coming with me

Let's take a dive

Meet at the rainbow

9:45

Wear something trashy

That's what I like (yeah)

We're on the rooftop

Jumpin' off the sides (jumpin' off the sides)

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' (are you?), fallin' with me?

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

With a groan, Chai clambered on the countertop, dizzy from being hit more than he wanted and the reeking stench of alcohol in his clothes. “Our guy is still playing up there!”

“Good. Makes it all the more easy for us.” Peppermint stated.

“Us?!” Chai exclaimed, standing back up to his full height. “You guys aren’t even here!”

“Well, you haven’t called us in now, have you?” Peppermint retorted and Chai can practically hear her smirk.

With one large groan, he relented and called in Macaron to deal with the bouncer droids. “I got this Chai! Go get them!”

Jumping onto Macaron’s hand, the large man threw him back towards the stage, this time Chai stuck the landing. He was on stage this time, with the guy still playing the cello. He can’t help but be impressed by the guy.

He willed his hand to turn off the magnetism, the guitar falling apart as he tucked away the baton. 808 flew to his ear, and from the mint color, he knew that Peppermint was ready to rip him a new one. “Chai, what the hell are you doing?!”

“Relax, Peppermint.” He said, walking up to them in an easygoing way. “I’m gonna go talk to them. From one performer to another. They’ll listen!”

“Mister Chai. It seems you have forgotten the first time you tried to ‘talk’!” CNMN interjected. “It was how we first met, after all!”

“Relax! This is gonna be different!” He eased them, hands raising in a non-threatening way. “I can see it in their movement. They move to the beat just like me!”

Ignoring Macaron’s prayers, he finally stood in front of the guy. Their eyes were closed, entirely focusing on playing the cello as Chai took a moment to watch them perform. They were truly in their element, no movement a waste as their fingers danced across the neck.

“Hi! I’m Chai, Ambassador of Vandelay Technologies but you kinda knew that already.” He said, clasping his hands behind his head. “I gotta say, from one performer to another, you really know how to command the stage!”

He was deftly ignored, the cello’s low notes greeting his ears as he grimaced. “Okay… So, I got a little itty-bitty mission that I gotta do in the name of Vandelay. Nothing against you as a performer! Like, you’re super good with that already! But it’s also super important that you come along with me--”

And he heard it. It wasn’t unlike anything he’s heard of. He couldn’t even call it a voice-it was more like notes coming together to form a cohesive sentence.

‘You want to shut your goddamn mouth?’

The evil is landing through the roof on your tablе top

Let's eat up some damagе (woo!)

There goes my trail of thought

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' with me? (Are you fallin' with me, babe?)

He whipped his head around, 808 avoiding his rapid motions. “Wh-Who said that?!”

808 flew to his field of vision. “Chai, what the hell are you doing?”

Behind the cat, the person finally opened his eyes. They were staring at Chai with unabashed shock but they still haven’t ceased their performance. He blinked rapidly, a hand raising to remove some earwax as Chai wiped his fingers.

And he heard it again. ‘What the hell is wrong with this guy?’

There was no denying it this time. “You’re saying those things?!”

The next note was noticeably sharper as they gasped. “What the fu--”

“That’s.” Chai started, pointing his finger at them. “So. Cool! Like, I can hear you talk through your cello! How freaky is that?!”

He danced across the stage as if he won the lottery because of that revelation. The guy was still playing but it was noticeably more slowed down as they stared at Chai. “How-this isn’t even possible. I’m playing the notes to the song--”

“But I can still understand you!” Chai exclaimed, running up to them and appraising them like they were made out of diamonds. “Man, this is so crazy! It’s like we got this special connection that lets us talk to one ano--”

“No, don’t finish that sentence.” They played with fear. “I don’t wanna think about that.”

Their face soon turned into worry, glancing at a space behind Chai as he noticed their hands tensing against their cello. He turned around, spotting a man in striking red surrounded by more rich people. Before he could say something, they adjusted their grip as they strummed their bow against the strings. Before he knew it, a force pushed him back from the stage, Chai crashing down on the seats as he sat up in shock.

They jumped from the stage, landing gracefully in front of Chai as their feet turned into wheels. Energy was pumping through their cello and Chai could feel the vibrations through his chest as he scurried to stand up. They glared at Chai, bow poised at the neck, ready to blast another attack.

“Well, I guess negotiations are off the table.” He noted, getting his guitar back as he readied his stance.

Yes or no?

Let's go! (Yeah)

You're coming with me

Let's take a dive (dive)

Meet at the rainbow

9:45 (five)

Wear something trashy (woo!)

That's what I like (yeah)

We're on the rooftop

Jumpin' off the sides (sides)

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' for me?

They skated across the area, confusing Chai as his eyes tried to keep up. Hearing the next beat, he raised his guitar to block a sound wave and parried it back towards them. They staggered back and Chai took the opportunity to grapple towards them and strike them with his guitar. He had a few good hits in before they played their cello and the sound pushed them away.

They twirled around, cello spinning alongside them as they flourished their bow. Playing some complex notes, Chai was completely flabbergasted when moving figures made from sound waves erupted from the ground like… like daisies! And these daisies are aiming at him like he was target practice!

He nabbed 808, the cat not even turning back to normal as he yelled at their ear. "Peppermint, just what the hell is this guy about?!"

"I-I don't know! I haven't breached that far into their files!" She quickly explained. "Just-try not to die out there, okay? Back up's on the way!"

He let go of 808, the cat glaring at him from his manhandling. "You better hope that I won't tattle on your mom because of this!"

You're coming with me

Let's take a dive (dive)

Meet at the rainbow

9:45 (five)

Wear something trashy (woo!)

That's what I like (yeah)

We're on the rooftop

Jumpin' off the sides (sides)

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' for me?

He tried to rush the figures but before he could land a hit, one of them exploded, but it brought him closer to you as you slugged him across the room with your cello as if it was a baseball bat. A pained yelp escaped his lips, his body crashing once more against an unsuspecting waiter droid as they poofed from existence, leaving behind their scrap parts. Picking himself back up, Chai flourished his guitar before pinging Peppermint.

The girl dropped down, spinning her guns before shooting at the figures. “You got this, Chai!”

Chai ran ahead, the figures disappearing when they got too close. Jumping up in the air, he raised his guitar before slamming it down on the ground where they were. Not letting them recover, he continued his onslaught, each strike on-point to the beat before returning the same slug that they did to him. Their body flew across this room, hitting the seats close to where he saw the red man.

Speaking of him, he went closer to them, whispering closely to their ear. Their face went from pained, to shock, and then to desperation, and Chai’s interest was piqued. What did he say that made them act up like that?

Before he could lay out a quip, they stood up hastily. They brandished their cello once more, playing another string of complex notes as the figures conglomerated into one figure. A breathless squeak escaped Chai’s throat as he gaped at the gargantuan monster that stood behind them. And oh of course, the monster has fists the size of Macaron, of course!

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Tell me, baby)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah, me through)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (anyways)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Chai gulped nervously before he raised his guitar. This was just as worse as fighting a giant mechanical werewolf. Before he could move, they charged forward, the monster raising its fist and Chai panicked. He called in Macaron as the large man struggled in blocking the gargantuan fist.

Chai let out a hasty apology before he jumped on the monster’s arm and ran across it. Before he could even move, the guy jumped on the same arm and pointed his bow at Chai. He rolled his eyes before twirling his guitar and did the same pose as them. For a moment, he swore he saw their mouth tug upwards before they surged forward. He blocked the first blow from the cello then rolled away from the swipe of their bow before he called in Peppermint and let her shoot them. As they were blocking the bullets, Chai went past the girl before he swung his guitar from the ground up.

However, he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. A giant fist grabbed Chai, stopping him from doing his attack as he got raised towards the monster’s face. Even though it didn’t have a real ‘face’, Chai can’t help but feel deja vu in this situation. Just what was with him and being grabbed all the damn time?

“Chai, duck!” A familiar voice yelled. Immediately tucking his head down to his chest, he felt the telltale cyclones strike the monster’s face as they let him go. Taking his chance, Chai went back, running towards the stunned cello player when the monster was destroyed as his beaten guitar suddenly transformed into a sparkling new one.

“Sorry,” he started, “it’s curtains for you.”

The guitar made a direct hit towards the guy’s stomach and Chai does not envy the way their breath flew out of their lungs. Their body flew across the room, hitting the stage as it got destroyed. Not only that, the force of the crash made the curtains hanging on fall down, practically closing in on them.

Woo!

Are you coming with me?

Let's take a dive (dive)

Meet at the rainbow

9:45 (not a second later)

Wear something trashy

That's what I like (that's what I like)

We're on the rooftop

Jumpin' off the sides (jumpin' off the sides)

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' (woo!), fallin for me?

Fallin' with me

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

And with that, the final note came to an end and Chai couldn’t help but pat himself on the back. “This looks like a job well done!”

Familiar footsteps walked towards him and he didn’t need to turn around to see the familiar strong woman of the group give him a dead stare. “Sure, let’s not talk about how much property damage you’ve done.”

He waved her off. “Eh, just put in on my tab.”

She raised her hand before putting it down. “I-that’s not how that works-you know what, nevermind. Job well done, Chai.”

He let the praise get into his head until Korsica walked past him. He watched as she removed the curtains and picked up the person with ease, throwing them over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She snapped her fingers and soon two droids marched behind Chai. “Get their weapons. I’m bringing them in for questioning.”

“Ooohh,” Chai drawled out, stepping closer to her, “another Korsica interrogation? Mind if I help?”

She shrugged. “Sure, I can do the talking and you can be intimidating.”

He nodded at her words, a smirk already forming on his lips. “Yeaah, that’s what I wanna hear! I wanna get them to fess up with just one look!”

The ‘look’ that he was going for looked like he was trying to pop a blood vessel. Korsica patted his head. “I’m already quaking in my boots.”

“Good job, guys.” Peppermint’s voice rang through 808. “You can bring them here, Korsica. I got my own beef with them.”

A barely noticeable smile was painted on Korsica’s face when she heard Peppermint’s voice. “Whatever you say.”

She aptly ignored the way Chai was doing smooching faces when she responded. Raising her hand, she squished Chai’s cheeks. “Don’t you have a more pressing matter to attend to?”

He struggled to get out of her grip as he placed his fists on his hips. “This interrogation is a very pressing matter! I don’t wanna miss out on this!”

Korsica fondly rolled her eyes. “Of course you wouldn’t.”

[sourgummiis]

SOURGUMMIIS!1

Last updates 9/6/24

Undertale alot! Skeletons, monsters (sometimes, humans/humanoids, animals, etc! I might draw/work for people, but its if i know them well and trust them! :D, i will draw for characters i think look cool! most times if i show up in ask's or draw someones characters, ive been wanting to and just got the courage to 😭

I wont draw — anything problematic, over suggestive, stereotypical, or anything i feel uncomfortable drawing!

🌀 MORE ABOUT ME—

I have been a underverse — handplates — deltarune — deltatraveler — undertale aus and undertale in general fan for a long time! I am starting to make comics inspired by alot of these things! My style should switch alot, since i am always trying to be better then before! calso va for a gacha series 👽, I also like gravity falls, regretavator, and mrorerere. MEXICAN AMERICAN!!!💯💯‼️‼️🗣🗣🔥

⭐️ ABOUT ACCOUNT — My whole account is mostly gonna revolve around creators i like, (cjdoesva, theskeletongames, caseoh, etc), games / fandoms im in, (undertale, sanrio, fnaf, etc) ,and my hyperfixations or favorite characters! (it has been fresh sans (crayonqueen/loverofpiggies) for a while now!) also I recently started tweaking about the watcher sans (areyoubea-why)

Other accounts — I am listed as "sourgummiis" on tumblr, deviantart, youtube, twitch (probably not gonna stream, but you can find me in cjdoesva + crayonqueen streams) TikTok, nd artfight. catwhiskerrs is my alt account! i draw in greyscale until the new underverse episode :), most posts there are jokes, and target the bad sanses but will occasionly be other sanses!

👾ASKS

Ask me stuff!1! I literally do anything aslong as it's not NSFW. Mostly utmv related!1!!

👾 OTHER LINKS

ARTFIGHT — (Im off for now, so i can be better next year and to focus on personal things!1!)

YOUTUBE — my youtube ill post on at some point!

DEVIANT ART — My DeviantArt!

STRAWPAGE - I made by STRAWPAGE without using any templates and no experience, so apologies if it's bad!1!

EF AU - the official ef au page!1!

PASTELPURRFECT - an account I share with my close friend, DM. she mostly does everything on there while I make silly drawings

VIRUZWUZHERE- account for my oc, it's not done at all huhuhuh

TIKTOK - TIKTOK!!!

LUNIX HIGH EP. 1 - I did not make this!! A good friend of mine did, I voice Alexandra!

LUNIX HIGH EP. 2 - same deal rahh / I made the art under Mira (I Don't like it much looking back at it)

👾 HASHTAGS—

#sourgummiisreblob — my reblogs!

#Souryapping- me nerding off about something

#sourgummiis - all my drawings, on mostly all of my accounts

#sourfavorites- interactions I find specially funny👽

#souranswers - answers to requests

[cosmique-oddity]

I think im about to leave this account

Im so dead and absent with the people i used to talk with

Like im so sorry

I know im hurting yall

But life continue, and my TMNT hyperfixation is being replaced by others

:/ i know there is some people who can have passions over fictionnals show for years, and i feel kinda ashamed for not being able to do the same

Also its easy for me to leave people

Idk why :/

But im okay if yall asking, its hard but its interesting too, life is like that.

It was really amazing, these moment with all of you are forever in my head and my heart (and my art)

And you are too

(Btw im still up on Instagram, Discord and else for Who want, im not disappearing forever)

(And i wont disappear right now lol it'll make some time, im just apologizing for being quite.....not here for you all).

(I love all of you)

(You are the most wonderful people in the world, you are gold and will make great things)

[unrealblacklightvirus]

um hi guys i made a sideblog for this whole alex thing.. . Infodump below :0 [and a lil edit, oct 2023]

call me whatever you want, Alex is fine if ur used to calling me that LOL, unAlex (lmao) as long as it's not too weird I'm probably fine. i use he/him pronouns too, aromantic. i dont ship any characters with anyone, sorry if u were looking for that here!

I started realblacklightvirus as a way for me to make a funny blog and joke around with my silly little headcanons... combining lots of little bits of other's ideas too (you may have noticed that some stuff that alex does or is or talks about might be suspiciously on target with your ideas... hehe) but it was mostly for myself and creating a comedic space.

Then I started getting more followers which I was happy to have (still am! I'm glad that you all love my alex and the game so much!!!) and now a lot of the people who've I've seen as long time prototype enjoyers interact with me? I've always seen myself as just an outside viewer, watching all these people talk and create about this game that I truly love so I was inspired to make my own little hole, never expecting it to become anything other than a half-joke blog.

When people started role-playing with me, I'll admit that I was afraid. Not of the people initiating it, but because I genuinely haven't roleplayed since I was like, 11 . Sticking with my character was hard because I built him on mostly lighthearted ideas with the occasional angsty lore dump, but I hope I've done well rping with yall.

I am not super familiar with rping rules especially unspoken ones, probably most obvious with me never using ooc notes (I am really into not breaking immersion for myself, I am completely fine when others do it though, i think it makes everything so much clearer and I love the funny ooc notes when the character does something!)

Unfortunately I am also not good with going beyond the original content, so I deeply apologize if I struggle to interact (or fail to interact at all) with your rp. I really have a hard time getting into character when meeting someone that breaks or bends the original "reality" too far. But I will try picking at bits and pieces that work with me when I can!

[Edit oct 2023: just here to revise the above; i am not a roleplay account! Or at least, not a roleplay account of normal means. I will avoid doing extensive roleplay that makes characters do this, go there, do a certain action move, parenthesis or italics or asterisks or otherwise... i will do character talk, dialogue, implied action (there are some good examples when alex replies to stuff like questions, or when hes "in a situation". This is kind of hard to explain but ill do some light, and i mean REALLY light roleplay with a very select group of people.) I am not really open to rping with new people, especially ocs, unless they are really good/well-made and pretty canon-adherent. Even then, i wont really jump into every roleplay convo because again, i am not a roleplay account. I am here to make funny joke and say in-character crap... With occasional angst and minor rp elements. Also i dont stray from canon too far, although i can make exclusions that are plausible. Check out the #alex notes tag for what i think.]

Please note that I think I am neurodivergent... haven't been diagnosed (I understand both sides of the diagnose or not argument, this is not about that) but I have genuine sensory problems, anxiety, and hyperfixations (which is probably very obvious....ahem Alex ahem...). A lot of Alex's characterization is based off of me! I can understand nondirect ways of speaking and figurative language though, pretty good at telling emotions , love ela and microexpressions, etc. But I struggle with online conversations and sometimes I may type something that may seem a little rude - please tell me, I overthink everything I type!!!

Thanks for reading!

[skettchyartendevours]

Hello, Welcome to my Blog!

This is the place where I put my artwork and general creative endeavors to be seen by any stranger on the internet who manages to stumble across it.

While you take a gander, here are a few things to keep in mind: - This is solely an art blog, so I wont be reposting/reblogging other people's content or starting/continuing conversation threads (Edit: I will not be reposting/reblogging without adding my own art-related thing to the mix) - If you want to repost anything from this blog, go right ahead! I encourage it and always appreciate more eyes on my work ^v^ - I don't have a posting schedule, so my posts will appear quite sporadically (apologies) - For the sake of my own sanity, I'm not going to be taking any requests for specific plushies I wasn't already planning on making. Sketches and plush designs however are not out of the realm of possibility. - Be nice to each other. This isn't specific to this blog, but it's just a good idea to remember to do so.

And as always, You're all at the mercy of my hyperfixations :)

Edit: This introduction feels a bit out of date now, so I'm probably going to write a new one to replace it soon