#ITS SHIT IM SO SORRY TOT

[rapidhighway]

i have an illness called 'i need to start drawing a comic RIGHT NOW'

[pixlatedvampire]

hi the literal whole entire reason i made these was bc i watched this 10 sec clip on youtube pls watch

[nyaskitten]

Why the fuck does Wildbrain love removing certain facial traits... girl those crow feet lines are like part of his face! They also, as always, made his mouth boring and generic, and OFC had to change his eyebrows !!!

[savage-rhi]

@nemo-of-house-hamartia Hope this answers your questions 😂

[infizero]

i cant even take that scene srsly its like the man's nut one from sdr2😭😭😭 brother idk who those guys are but they are NOT hajime and shuichi!

[cozy-writes-things]

if this is something youre comfortable writing,,

I'd love a fic where the reader upsets edgar and then goes super out of their way to make it up to him and apologize ❤️❤️

poor edgar poor reader youre both just misunderstanding each other!! its hard when youre so different i guess >_< thanks so much for the request!! I'm alive!! I still write im just so busy and shtuff TOT i cant help but feel like my fics are getting redundant and i need some kind of inspiration to shake things up

You sat upon the little chair at your desk, the evening sunlight peeking through the windows and illuminating the little specks of dust floating about in the air. Your fingertips tinkered away at the keys of your computer, the non-sentient variant that is, as you filled out multiple job applications throughout the evening. It seemed a fruitless endeavor, but you willed yourself to keep going. You needed the extra income, as your dinky current job seemed to be getting worse by the day, and it wouldn't be long before you either quit or were victim to massive layoffs. 

Get a degree in computer science, they said. What a joke.

Your nerves began to wear you down as you filled out yet another application to another company that would most likely reject you. You could feel your teeth clenching harder, and your shoulders begin to tense. The weight of uncertainty and the fear of rejection were heavy on your shoulders, making you feel vulnerable and exposed.  Edgar sat beside you, perched upon the desk, watching your every move. He seemed to find enough entertainment in it that you didn't mind. His soft voice pulled you from your irritated stupor.

"Can I ask you something?"

You couldn't bring yourself to answer, so you grunted in response, signaling him to continue.

"Do you think a person could ever…" he trailed off, thinking, carefully choosing his following words, "love something like me?"

Your fingers paused on the keys. You stared into the screen until the pixels began to nip and burn at your eyes. Honestly, this was far too deep of a question for you to answer right this second. You sighed heavily before turning to him.

"I mean, Edgar, I guess? Anyone could love you. You just have to find someone willing to-"

You stopped yourself. Maybe you should quit while you're ahead before you say something ignorant. 

"Willing to what?"

Yet he persisted, ever curious as he was; he valued your opinion above all others.

"You know… you're- you're a computer. There's not much you can bring to the table, you know?"

He fell silent. 

Shit, what the hell are you talking about? Why did you say that? Your frustration was palpable, and you could feel it bubbling up inside you, threatening to spill over.

"Oh."

His screen flickered, and his face was replaced with a moving mirage of colors, making you wonder what he could possibly be feeling right now. 

That you're an asshole, probably.

"Yeah. You're right. If I were you, I wouldn't love me, either."

You turned to face him fully now.

"Edgar, no, that's- that- I didn't mean that-"

"No, it's okay! Really, I get it. I mean, I'm not even a good computer by today's standards. How could I ever be a good partner, right?"

His screen flickered red for a minor second in time, a single frame, and, was that the CBS logo? His frame was static and never changing, but he seemed wholly downtrodden and bitter. You could sense it in the air, the electric signals pricking at your fingertips. He had never, ever once been angry with you. But you felt the way he pulled back from you in this instant. He was utterly unreadable, almost as if he were hiding himself from you. You should have known this would upset him so much. He has always been very open in his desperation for romance, confiding in you since day one, hoping and wishing that love would find him. Perhaps squandering those dreams was an oversight on your part. Your eyes fell, unable to look at his dimmed screen. 

"Edgar, I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling good right now, and I-"

"Don't apologize."

"Edgar, please, listen, what I said wasn't even true-"

"YES IT WAS!"

His deafening scream caused you to jump and clamp your mouth shut. It seemed that Edgar was shaken from frustration. His voice wasn't suited for that kind of pain, you thought. You felt horrible to be the cause. You had never heard him yell at you like this, and it simply broke your heart. Had you just accidentally ruined everything between you? Your heart rate increased and thumped in your ears loudly. You forced yourself to swallow the thick lump in your throat and push your strained voice through your teeth.

"Will you listen to me? Please?" Your voice was desperate, pleading for his understanding and forgiveness.

You felt the weight of your words, heavy and suffocating, as they hung in the air. It came out much more desperate than you intended, but at least the words were able to escape your mouth. He didn't answer. His screen is a sharp, jagged mosaic of moving reds and crimson. 

"I was wrong, Edgar; I don't know why I said what I said, but I know for sure that I was wrong." Your words hung heavy in the air, a testament to your regret.

"Right. How can you know that?"

You pursed your lips tightly. You didn't want him finding out this way. It wasn't supposed to end like this. You ruined your relationship with him, and you hadn't even tried. You felt there was no reason to keep the cat inside the bag, right? He may as well know now.

"Because…"

And yet, the words died on your tongue or perhaps in your chest or your head. Or were they ever really there to begin with? Could you put what you feel into words? How could you possibly verbalize countless nights lying awake, restless, second-guessing yourself, convincing yourself that you were fabricating these feelings, wallowing in anguish?

"…Heh, exactly. Nobody could love an old piece of junk like me. I was stupid to think otherwise."

His words yet again punched you in the gut. 

"Damnit, Edgar! Don't you get it?" You nearly shouted.

You didn't mean for your words to sound as intense as they did, but your emotions are quite the unpredictable force right now. He seemed taken aback, as his previous train of thought had been derailed at the sound of your whimpered voice. He flickered his mosaic once more before his voice cut through the dense silence.

"…What?"

"I love you, Edgar! Hasn't it been obvious? I'm literally head over heels, for God's sake! Do you know how many hours I spend listening to your music when I'm away from you? Or how many nights have I stayed up thinking about you, wishing you were there with me? Or how about the stupid drawings I make of you whenever I touch a pencil? I can't get you out of my head, Edgar. So, there! I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid, but I guess that doesn't matter now, does it? I'm���- I'm sorry."

Your chest seemed to deflate completely. That was only a tiny, minuscule fraction of how you truly felt, but at least it was out in the open. You couldn't bring yourself to look at the Pinecone computer in front of you, instead opting to stare intently at the woodgrain of your desk as if it were the most exciting thing ever created. 

"Do you mean it?"

His voice was so, so much softer than it had been. You still couldn't quite read the emotions behind them, however. You were too afraid to speak again, your throat having completely clamped shut from nerves. You just nodded your head stiffly. 

"Kiss me, then."

You paused. You lifted your head slowly, forcing your eyes to meet his screen. The green of his usual face returned, only displaying two black dots for eyes. Once again, unreadable. Yet his words confused you. Was he being serious?

"C'mere, and put your lips right here," a black circle blinks continuously on his screen where his mouth would be, "and kiss me."

Your face flushed into a searing hot flame. You felt the heat radiating off of you in waves. And yet, despite the embarrassment, you compelled yourself to inch forward and flutter your eyes shut. Your lips pressed gingerly upon the little Pinecone screen, the static buzzing upon your mouth, feeling his internal fans activate and vibrate against you. It felt entirely unique to Edgar and a sensation you wouldn't have felt otherwise. Perhaps a genuine act of affection could atone for your mistake? Could he ever forgive you? It seems your raging thoughts tainted the essence of your first shared kiss as you pulled back, brows knit, and a slight frown upon your face. Would this be enough?

"That was… Everything I hoped it would be." His voice was meek and small as it caressed your ears.

You looked into his illuminated screen, a faint kiss mark smudged upon it and sighed.

"M'sorry, Edgar. I don't know; I guess I don't like the idea of anyone else loving you but me."

His voice synthesizer giggled at your words.

"You could have just told me, darling. Why did you have to go and make things complicated?"

Your cheeks began to burn again, and you averted your eyes in a vain attempt to hide your face.

"How- how was I supposed to know that?" you sputtered, embarrassment seeping through your tone.

"I thought I couldn't get any more obvious about how much I wanted you," he spoke softly.

His screen danced little hearts to and fro, bouncing around the corners and centering back again. Again, you felt your face radiate waves of heat.

"Well, why didn't you say anything, Edgar?"

Your words hung in the air as he fell silent, ruminating, before gently speaking, "…Didn't think you'd want someone like me. That's kinda why I asked."

Oh, God. You felt like facepalming. Of course.

"Of course, I want someone like you. You know, I like that you're a computer. Did you know that? You're fascinating beyond measure. No human could do the things you do."

You offered him a soft smile that melted him from the inside out and almost caused him to groan. Why are you so gorgeous? Why do you like him so damn much? He doesn't deserve it, but God wants it so badly. He wants you terribly.

"Keep kissing me, then. And don't ever stop! Darling, I promise to sweep you off your feet. Now c'mere!"

You laugh, "Okay, okay, but let me make it up to you. How about we watch movies? Or maybe I can hold you on the couch? Or I could listen to your new songs?"

"You're so cute. I'd love that, really, but all I want is your lips right here," he displayed the blinking black circle again.

"We'll do some other things later, yeah?"

His devilish tone sounded mischievous at best.

[sturnioloxplr]

Can you please do like Matt when he road rages and y/n gets turned on by him yelling

IDK IF U GET IT BUT IF U DONT MESSAGE ME 😭

no I tots do baby dw

So American-Matt Sturniolo X Reader

He laughs at all my jokes and he says I'm so american

Me and matt were driving to a McDonald's nearby and people r pulling infront of me making him road rage "FOR FUCK SAKE LEARN HOW TO DRIVE THESE DUMB FUCKS"He screamed and I feel my heart beating so hard as he screams its kinda hot to be fair

Drivin' on the right-side road

"Y/n u good baby ?" He asked me

"Huh yeah I'm good" I said my Cheeks red and hot as fire

Matt sighs "somethings up your hot in your cheeks" he said as he placed his hands on my cheeks

Oh, God, I'm gonna marry himIf he keeps this shit up

"Y/N are yiu getting turned on by me shouting ?"

I nodded feeling embarrassed

"Baby there's nothing to be embarrassed about it's your thing how bout when we get home after McDonald's we go to my room to chill and maybe makeout if it's up to you baby" He said his baby blue eyes sparkling making me blush more

I might just be in lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-lo-lo-love

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THANKS FOR READING SORRY ITS SO SHORT IM CURRENTLY TRYING TO WATCH SAM AND COLBY WITH THIS LOL THERE MEW REACT VID IS FIRE AND THANK U FOR THR REQUEST

[bird-of-burdock]

Emmrich Volkarin X !Elf!Fem!Rook(Sadri)

• SFW• Slow Burn•

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Author note: I am soooo clueless when it comes to dragon age lore so I apologize  for lore inconsistencies ToT I'm just a lass that wants  to write goofy shit, I'm so sorry if this is beyond cringey to read for big DA fans.

Also for any late readers this was written before the game came out. 

I have never posted my writing before nor do i write much I'm sorry if it's awful. Also im very new to tumblr.

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Lost Through Another's Eyes

The ever-lingering sense of death permeated every inch of the Grand Necropolis. It was not rot that Sadri could feel, but the indescribable stillness of cells' lack of copulation, an unchanging presence.  Many non-Mortalitasi who set foot in this sanctuary of decay had felt dread grip at their throat, their minds revolting, as if without a thought by nature they knew the countless dead that lay inside. Sadri however found divinity in this stillness, an ever beckoning urge to be engulfed by the very concept of placidity.

Sadri gently dusted the tombs and bones of the long-deceased. Each of her soft steps and melodic humming echoed dancing down the cold stone corridors of the Mausoleum. The dark sediment walls cascaded up as if reaching for the heavens, ancient and cracked.

‘I suppose I should return to Dr.Volkarin's study soon,’ Sadri wondered to herself, being pulled away from her mindless contentment of moments before. Sadri had often wandered the halls of the dead, its solitary environment provided her with much-needed reprieve. The dead were always far more frank than those walking among the living, perhaps they had spent too long wasting their breath on pleasantries in life to willingly squander more, she thought. 

It had only been a few months since her benefactor had sent her to work under the well-respected Emmrich Volkarin. A slender older man, with a trove of necromaniac knowledge Sadri found herself drawn to. He knew much of the mentality and nature of those no longer living, it was easy to be enamored by his long-winded rants on the topic.

“There you are. What a relief.” A man's voice yanked Sadri's focus back from the depths of her own musings.

“Oh!” Sadri's shoulders jumped at his voice. “Dr.Volkarin, I apologize if I've taken too long,” Sadri was quick to turn to face him with a shallow guilty bow and a benignly apathetic tone. 

The bow was unusual in Nevarra, it came across almost fearful to Volkarin, and always had left him with a vague sense of concern and unease when she did it.

“Please Ms.Sadri pick up your head. I merely came down here to ensure you were well. I'm aware you're relatively new, these halls go on for miles, I'd rather you not join the collection down here as of yet,”

Emmrich's voice softened, culpability pricked his conscience for startling the poor woman.

Sadri seemed to get lost in thought once again for a moment. An awkward silence fell upon the two, not an uncommon occurrence.

“I would not protest to such a fate, would be a fine place to lay in rest, I suppose,” Sadri retorted plainly as she looked around at their dreary surroundings as if it was no different than a warm cabin in a fertile Hinterland field. 

Emmrich chuckled at her innocently forthright nature. 

“Perhaps one day, but hopefully today is not the day. Come, I need your assistance,” Volkarin turned on his heels and began back to his office.

The Grand Necropolis was exceedingly large the walk back was inconvenient to say the least. Sadri felt a tinge of iniquity for causing  Dr. Volkarin to worry enough for him to come all the way down there to retrieve her.

“ I've been studying the line between memories and cohesive identity with the few skulls you see there,” The two walked into Emmrich's study, he spoke well pointing to three human skulls lined up on a table near his work desk. Placed comfortably upon a cushion.

Dr.Volkarin’s study was extravagantly decorated by some standards, innate wood carvings on every furniture and furnishing. Trinkets and tools on display like trophies. No wall lay bare without a painting or fixture. Something about it brought comfort to Sadri, there was always something to look at and ponder about.

“I'll brew us some tea to discuss the finer details of the experiment,” Emmrich's walk had an hastened edge to it, his mind seemed preoccupied. 

Sadri had a feeling he felt a bit stuck in his research. She could feel his stress seep through the tapping of his nails against the counter as he waited for the kettle to boil.

“I see, what can I do to be of aid?” Sadri asked, warily sitting down in one of the arm chairs. 

“Good question my dear. Lord Karthal had sent you to me for a reason. You seem well acquainted with my work now, so I believe it may be time to begin our research. I hear your particular talents may prove useful,” Emmrich spoke candidly as he poured the tea until he glanced at the Elven woman who sat quietly a few paces away.

Sadri had tensed up at Dr. Volkarin's words, eyes locked someplace else. Emmrich was a bit taken aback by the reaction. Though subtle her discomfort seemed undeniable. Sadri opened her mouth but it took her a moment before words came out.

“Very well,” She agreed in plain of a voice as she could muster.

Emmrich was quick to follow up her statement,“ You don't have to if you don't wish, it’s not every day you meet an individual with the ability to abstract cohesive memory from bones let alone a corpse, by touch. I won't push you but your talents are greatly appreciated.”

Emmrich felt eager to continue his work, after all this strange elven woman was sent here to aid the development of this field of research. Though Emmrich would be lying to himself if he didn't admit his suspicions of this young lady's circumstances. An elven woman with extraordinary gifts related to death magic brought in by a Mortalitasi house Lord known for his Tevinter connections. Not the most innocent of setups he thought. He knew he didn't have the full picture, so he often made an effort to not to push her.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll do it. What are you targeting?” Sadri’s voice was ever so slightly more distant than usual. Emmrich placed a cup of tea on the table in front of the pale-haired elf, before taking a seat himself. 

“ Targeting? Anything to be frank, I have yet to see your work, so I’d like to get a feel for your skillset before we delve into specifics,” Emmrich said matter factly only to be followed by a sip of his tea. Sadri had been his assistant for a few months, but mostly she spent that time studying up on his methods and theories, he had hope itd give her a better ground work to build off of. He still had little idea if she had nothing more than a silver tongue for spirits or a genuine unique form of death magic.

Lord Karthal was insistent Sadri would be of academic value, but he had yet to see. It wasn���t that he disliked her, on the contrary, she was endearing to a degree, but strangely hard to predict. 

“I ask merely because, um the method I use can be overwhelming without a focus,” Sadri avoided eye contact, looking down into her tea, gingerly stroking the rim of the cup with her thumb.

“I understand, you can choose whatever focus you see fit then,” Emmrich said with intrigue, he assumed she meant a memory focus.

The two finished their tea in relative silence before Sadri stood up empty tea cup in hand.

“Are you done?” The elf spoke softly, 

“Ah, yes, thank you,” Emmrich replied as she delicately took the cup from his hands and walked it over to the basin. 

Emmrich walked over to the set of skulls near his work desk. He examined the bone as his thoughts wondered. There was a prick of nervousness, he had originally felt quite sure of encouraging Sadri to use her magic on the skulls moments before, but her reaction was unlike her eagerness to learn of his necromaniac work.

Sadri's faint steps approached him.

Volkarin turned and looked down at the elf.

Her hands modestly clasped infront of her. Her dark eyes finally meeting his gaze.

Emmrich found her sudden eye contact foreboding.

“Are you ready?” Emmrich said stepping aside to give Sadri full access to the remains

Sadri did not reply as she approached the skulls. She tenderly lifted one up, her touch woven with care. She looked deep into the empty eye sockets, caressed the rim of its cheek bone. 

‘Is she stalling?’ Emmrich's mind pondered as he intensely watched the sharp eared woman.

Sadri let out a sigh before every muscle in her body tensed. Her grip on the skull tightened as she muttered an airy melodic hymn beneath her breath, the air electrified and swirled around her. A pale blue light omitted from the empty eye sockets leaving an eerie ambience in its wake. Trails of light pierced Sadri's eyes, she let out a grunt of pain as the skull connected itself to the ivory haired woman. Deafening whispers seeped from the skull like a cracked chalice.

Sadri fell to her knees under the weight of memories of a life she'd never lived.

She could feel the soft grass give way beneath little feet, laughter carried on a hopeful breeze. A little girl dancing prettily in a sun dress and flushed cheeks at the sight. 

Sadri watched the sun rise and moon fall, feelings coming and growing. The little neighbor girl grew beside them, soon to stand hand in hand at the alter. Joy was overwhelming, there was no greater beauty than her smile. Time passed and so withered the mind and body. Dread began to trickle in ever  so slowly, ever so agonizing. 

Watching as illness gripped the family they had built. A once careless little girl in a sun dress turned to an emaciated woman, soon Sadri felt as blight dug at her throat and consumed her body.

Sadri’s consciousness began to weave into the man's memories, she desperately pushed it away as it clung to her eyes in anguish.

She let out a desperate plead

“Stop please! I don't want to see more!” Sadri's voice strained as she had lost all sense of the real world.

Then suddenly it all went black.

Sadri's frail body dropped to the floor as Emmrich ripped the skull from her hand. He stared wide eyed in labored breath, trying to process everything that just happened. 

Emmrich quickly set the skull back down on the table before rushing to Sadri's side.

She laid sprawled out on the cold wood floor. Emmrich assailed two fingers to her neck, pushing lightly down on her soft skin his mind begging for her to be alive. He felt as her veins pumped with blood, there was a pulse, he let out a sigh of relief, as the tension in his shoulders unraveled slightly.

The slender man gently raised her into his arms. He had braced himself for the workout but was surprised she weighed little. It brought more concern than relief, he thought.

Emmrich laid her down on the couch and took a moment to process  what just happened.

He was shaken up by her display of magic, he never imagined it'd get so out of hand.

He worried if he should go get a healer, but her breath was of a person merely in slumber. By the time he got a healer would she be okay being left alone? would they be able to do anything? He was a well educated man and even he was at a loss for words.

So he waited, keeping a close eye on the raising and falling of her chest. 

[kaleidosouls]

random text post of day #

been watching creepcast more or less since the first/second episode and after latest i keep wanting to talk to ppl abt my thoughts and im tired of trying to engage with other youtube comments / i dont wanna keep bothering my spouse with this plus id want to talk to other ppl who are viewers but dhkdhfk im gonna rant behind the cut; tw animal death/violence, child abuse

gonna rant assuming readers is also a viewer cause too tired to explain, sorry. this is just “stuff id want to chat with fellow fans of the poscast but i dont have friends who watch it, and the youtube comments suck for the most part and id rather be turned inside out than login to reddit”, like i did end up using rhe comment section way toomuch already, jm tired and its like 3% normal ppl and 97% dicks and assholes with bully disorder

like it was a big enlightening to just properly label things last night at last and process the feelings and situation. this is jsut a podcast with isaiah bullying his cohost hunter (“as a joke”) and the fans at large are people who enjoying bullying snd find it funny, and try to bully commenters who disrupt their “fun”, trting to discret and demean them as friendless parasocial losers for not playing along the theater of mockery and treating it as socially acceptable.

like its one thing to tease between friends and make dark jokes, its another thing to repeatedly, insistently, laugh at your friend for being traumatized as a child by violent animal death? like. its like i get that initially he was just really baffled at the event like haha oh my god did that happened thats so fucked up (which is annoyingly normie in its own way like yeah dude, none of us have control over fucked up shit happening to us as children, like he makes such a spectacle about it like its this earth shattering thing). like its tragic and a big deal but like wrt trauma its usually safe to be on the level that the person with the trauma is setting, if theyre talkinf about it really intensely it makes sense to match up to that tone or lower. instead hunter is trting to move on while isaiah is just obsessed fascinated with it like its fiction almsot. idk just . uggghhhhhhh

i could kust make a collage fo commwnts that made me like lose hope for humanity each time but i dontw anna dwell on annoying bullshit and commit it more to memory. like people are jusr… like there is some dark humor inherent to like calljng your mom as an adult on your show to have her back you up only for it to turn out it was way worse, but like the way isaiah kept laughing about it for so long.. like hecan laugh and joke like that at his Own traumas if he has them. just. idk. tgisn podcast like just. ugh its making me irritated tot hink abt explaining whats happening in it to people like go watch it with adblock on, im gonnaskip explainjng more and jsut say some feelings to the void that id rather like scream at someone about. i was gonna say scream at assholes in the commmebts but i actually want their internet connection destroted and for them to be forced to dismantle their phones and pcs and set them on fire so they can never speak again.

isaiah is coming off like such a monster. like, “””as a joke””” acting like an asshole is still acting like an asshole, i dont care anymore that hes actually probably rly well intentioned and ncie bc he jsut needs to stop being fucking rancid and a shitty cohost and friend. an honestly i cant even believe the “hes actually nice” shit anymore. starting tj feel hes been an ashsole all along and just pretends to be a good guy. like he takes too much joy out of excessive bullying to be a good person. like genuine just bullying, with no consequences. ppl are like “oh hunters fine with it bc hes putting up with it” like as if every single person alive Never has to put up and laugh along shit that bothers them. specially on what is essentially their Job. hunter barely appears comfortable and he does not dish back nearly as viciously- and we jnow hes capable of rly dark humor and banter too, on his own channel tje vibe is completely different but he has none or that edge with isaiah. while isaiah is literally like i wnan dox you please fans m*lest hunter in the meet and greet, i want this guy dead; isaiah literlaly makea such a huge deal every time hunter had a disagreeing opinion irs clear hes started to just not weight in when he doesnt like something, itd be one thing to make these super intense mean comments if hunter did them back but every time isaiah would not take or tolerate it when it was towards himself,; and honestly all of the stuff before had been like accumulating to be pretty bad but rhe latest ep with the dog story eallyi guess like crosses a line of like, this is just genuinely wrong and i dont care how mcuh the comments say its ‘parasocial’to have basic human empathy! youre watchint a guy talk abt having the family dog shot in the back of the head in front of him by his grandfather, only to then find out on air feom his mother the shooting had been intentional and his grandfatehr was actuallt a monster instead of a disabled man traumatizinf you by accident. like the ironic tragedy of him calling his mom to back him up on that ‘its not a big deal’ only for her to contradict him is funny on a cosmic sense, but like it is iust. not that funny dude. like isaiah kept bursting into laughter just thinking about it. oh is it too absurd for you to take seriously? do yoh just not give a fuck about how tour friend might feel? dude didnt even fucking ask. he didnt eveb show a sliver of care , sympathy empathy anything. he literally says “ill never let you live this down”. LIVE WHAT DOWN???? having his grandfather intentionally shoot his dog in front of him as a 7 year old child? like what the actual fuck is wrong with him??!! have like even a shred of respect for your cohost, like its all ‘as a joke’ but if you consistently ‘as a joke’ act like a cruel manipulative bullying person, im just gonna choose to believe youre actually just that person using “humor” as a shield to excuse your behavior.

like wtf. i was actually a fan of isaiahs chanel first and i didnt rly vibe with hunter that much and i wouldnt have expected, bc i woildnt enjoy watching an asshole, that isaiah wouldve turned out to be such a self centered horrible person. like its all funny TO HIM, i dont get the sense its enjoyable at all to be in that room when isaiah is getting all giddy and having a kick out of treating hunter like a punching back. yeah he probably doesnt mean to be actually hurtful but it doesnt look like the thought even crosses his satan spawn eyes that someone could have a different reaction than the one he was intends there to be. like i dont know hunter and idk if id even like him if i talked to him in person but it sucks qnr is horrible to watch anyone be treated that way consistently. like i wish creepcaet juet actually ended or isaiah learned how to not be shitty. i dont care if its not in his nature to not be awful he should just try to pretend to be a decent person for once. like i feel bad for hunter becuase it comes across like hes more stuck in the podcast than enjoying it and i empathise with struggling to leave “friends” who treat you like shit. and its like work too, i have no idea how much of a monetary and reputation loss it would be to leave. ppl are like “theyre adults they surely worked within themselves” yeah bc no adult ever has struggled or been stuck in a situation thats hard to get out of. honestly like yeah this is just a shitty podcast with shitty fans who just enjoy watching a bigger guy get bullied for no reason because they are probably mostly awful bullies in their own lives too hurting the people around them and i dont need to convern myself over what people who get a kick out of hurting others think.

i guess obligatory like. insane and unwarranted comment to the hosts bc no one is readingnthis let alone either of them but its like what if they read it and like felt x or y way in reaction. maube writing this will give me some semblance of peace

@ hunter: you seem cool and youre a really talented artist and naturally funny on camera/audio. i relate to having memories from childhood warped like that, and im sure/i would imagine that was the story told because it was far from the actual worst one. i think you deserve to respect yourself more, im sure being bullied is no skin of your back, im fat and ive been derided bc of it my whole life, from since i was 70kg and im 100kg now. its smth you get used to and it feels like not a big deal but on a fundamental level i thibk everyone deserves to respect themselves at least enough to not let friends treat you like shit to this extent. like i know banter and teasing is normal, butlike. its so excessive dude. it comes across like youre just stuck there and idk your financials and maybe you coulr be, ive heard of stories like that wrt youtube projects, and subversive animations arent loved by youtube’s revenue. heavy condolences if this turns out to be the case and hoping things can change. im sure it would be hard to quit anyway bc ppl would make such a big deal abt it. but if you are free to leave at anytime and you have freedom and are safe with isaiah,thank god thats great, get the FUCK out of there or get isaiah to stop treatiny you like shit cause you deserve better. if somehow you iust love beint berated like that i guess like each to his own too, i just hope youre doing ok juwt oj the basis of beint a fellow human being who appears to be in a legitimately shitty situation. if you are ajd im insane, thats fine too, id rather be insane than someone be suffering.

sigh

@ isaiah: i really liked your youtube vids. you seemed like a decent enougu guy. ofc like i dont actualyl Know either of tou, injust am human and relating on basic emotional levels based on the behavior you choose to display online. man. what the hell is wrong with you? if i expected you to actually read this i would be more polite but i dont expect a single soul to read this, really. like, man… i want to believe theres capacity of good and kindness in every person so surely you must have it, and if you do.. why are you acting like that. is being mean That funny? i love dark humor but ive never taken joy out of actively bullying people so i cant really relate but like, surely you can find otuer ways to have fun with your friend? im sure you think its all fine bc hunter wont throw a tantrum like you do but some people are actually way more inwards with their emotions and like you coild try to be a little more interested in how someone else feels when you bully them. “as a joke”. like maybe its not as funny as you think itnis, or they migut not be enjoying it like you do. i know its hard to stop when you want to talk but please try to stop interrupting hunter repeatedly after you clewrly mustve heard him adter the call delay? honestly, i thought you were a fine guy but now its like maybe youre just on a power trip, havint someone hostage to validate your opinions on horror and to bully for fun who wont talk back to you in a way thats actually challenging. since you love the sounf of your own voice so much you could do a solo podcast, you dont need hunter to be there as a punching bag in order to make a podcast. if you lvoe and care about hunter as a friend sincerely and iust have been totally by accident actint like a major piece of shit, id like want to hope for you to improve as a person in how you act and id want to believe thats very possible, but episode after episode its just.. like i dont give a shit abt dark mean humor i dont care if you call us in the audience pieces of shit or freaks or whatever, we’re not there talking to you, but hunter Is hearing what youre saying and is actually there.like id say for a christian you are extremely cruel but that is just ao on brand for open christians to behave that way that i honestly wanted to believe you would subvert that expectation, but it seems i was wrong. you know like i dont get this being mean as a joke thinf and neber have, i would say if hunter died tomorrow would you not have rather spent time with him in a positive way where he was loved instead of berated, but youd most likely “joke” that youre glad hes dead and that you didnt bully him enough. im not christian and i dont believe in heaven or hell but i know for you that youre most likely not seeing the pearly gates until you learn to pretend to be a good person to your friends. its probably not even smth you genuinely want to do or care to do but you could make that sacrifice of being nicer so the world is a better place while it has to have you here.

big sigh this isjsut hggggghhhhhh like a shame bc i love horror and i had enjoyed isaiahs youtube vids but , man this is such a disappointment. obviously i dont rly wana watch the podcast anymore butni like hunter reading and his voice and i would just hope for the best for him going forward, and the insane in my brain is like i gotta check it out maybe isaiah apologizes and acts like normal and nice without being rancid for once. even tho i know that wont be true bc it hasnt been for weeks since i started watching, i guess ill tune in for the next and if he foesnt shape up i’ll quit it. find a diff horror podcast or smth. makes me sad imagining hunter stuck in there. kike idk if hes even a good person like hes edgy on his own channel too but in general like he comes across like isaiah used to , lile someone who just seems fine and i havent heard anything saying theres smth horribly wrong with him. just on a basic human level it sucks to see people struggle and suffer. speciallt when its situations i relate and have been to. its been at least (uhh math…) damn 10 years or smth since an event that really stuck with me, where i was kust telling soem school friend abt my life at home bc we were just talking, and i relayed one of the ways my parents would beat me and how i was so scary, and she burst our cackling in my face. its a feeling that took a long time to stop having it sting in my head. she wasnt intending to laugh At me, or bc she thought beating children was genuinely good or funny, but to her the situation was so absurd it was funny. i can understand that on a detached level like if it wasnt real there would be some comedy timing to it. but instead i iust felt like a joke. like i was stupid, like it was this really funny ass thing, and i tried to play along, and it was like the fear trauma and pain that resulted from those events was a joke too. like i was stupid for having my life warped ny the abuse and it affecting me, because it was just so absurd and funny! like damn, i shouldve been abused as a child in a less absurd and funny way so people wouldnt mock me to my face about it. i guess i deserve it and its natural to be treated this way. until i met someoje who actually respected and gave a fuck about me and wouldnt make me feel that way i thoight it was normal and like i was fine with it too. i used to get bullied communally by my entire classroom for half of middle school and i thought those people were called friends too because id never been treated any better by anyone.

hgggghj i think its helped a bit to get it off my chest, maybe. man this sucks. i wish people would iust be nicer to eachother. life is so short, and some people cant even have the courtesy to not be tormented by people they call friends

[loopscereal]

You said to send you screenshots to redraw, so... Maybe one of these two? Personally my favorite of your redesigns have been for Owynn's gang and the twins (and Deuz but I didn't like any particular screenshot for him).

It's also okay if you don't want to, no pressure fjrvdjdvdjevakavqj

a month + 1 day late but HAHAHAH REDRAWWW

okiii sorry this took a goddamn month and sorry for no shading but i AM doing this for funa nd for free but i never forgot , i never forgot multi i promise, i even let my brogram record a timelapse thingy if you want it. 1) yes u redesigned town from the last time i drews him what about it??? (i also redesigned eak but i never did a digital drawing of his previous default ass ) anyways i was itching to make them both more. more ours i guess? Towns black now cause i want to and also lions are african animals and thats enough to convince me lmao. idk its fun, sue me. we dont uhhhh we dont suuuuper tie where the animal is from tot heir race, but sometimes we do and it works out nicely uhhh

2) multi, or anyone seeing this ig, if ya want zoom'in just tell me and ill reblog this with zoom ins n shit. yeah. 3) I REALIZED I FORGOT TOWNS FUCKING FRECKLES. iiii im iffy on adding freckles to him, they did look cute but im worried itll make his face too busy. eaks face is so busy and i do not need another. also busy-ness is why i didnt doshadeing. i tried, i really did try to ger some quick flat shading in, but it looked too busy and just a mess i couldnt do it kjerhblol lmao. 4)uhhhh feel free to ask questions ig. IF ANYONE ELSE ANTS TO REQUEST REDRAW REQUESTS FEEL SO FREE I LOVE DOING REDRAWS. also im totally gonna do the pup and chica one too dont you even worry about it

anyways tysm for the ask and request :) have a good dayyyy love ya fnafhsblr lmao

[majycka]

hiii!! i just wanted to say i really enjoyed your posts and wanted your thoughts on shipping rn in the jjk fandom. personally i’m not really a shipper when it comes to shonen fandoms but im happy that people enjoy doing so :) but lately the way people are shipping has left me feeling weird. i feel like shipping used to be “these two have a cool dynamic, making nice fanart and fics, making fun little threads about the characters and just staying in that little ships fandom/ship community” but now a lot of it is “this ship is “canon” and “confirmed” (it isn’t lol), leaving horrid comments on dedicated pages to a ship other than theirs, calling people illiterate etc’, there’s a few ships that people do this for in jjk (one definitely in particular). as someone who reads the original japanese text a lot of cultural and textual nuance is, as people say, lost in translation. i see so many people showing ‘evidence’ of the ship being ‘canon’ when in fact it’s quite a lot of mistranslations or essentially false information. what happened to shippers who knew that ‘the ship is probably not going to be canon but that’s okay we can still have fun with it’ to now full blown arguments and vitriol spouted towards another person (whether they are a non-shipper or a shipper of something else). i’ve seen people (especially gojohime shippers) get doxxed, and had horrible things said to them that i’m not even sure im allowed to spell out on here, i genuinely feel bad. i don’t see anything that’s wrong with the ship. its legal and, since im a big shoujo reader, actually falls into a lot of shoujo tropes. i’ve seen people say that utahime was 100% cheering when gojo died and things like that, i don’t understand why they turn her into some cold hearted woman ?? i don’t know, hopefully people learn that their interpretations or way of thinking isn’t going to be the same as everyone else nor is it the authority since at the end of the day it’s technically Akutami’s and whatever he writes thats what ill go with. i’m sorry this is so long <3

I don’t mind the long post, anon!! My inbox is always open for yapping, and I totally get what you mean, like since when did shipping’s entire existence hinges to is-it-gonna-be-canon olympics?? People have differing preferences!! We seriously just here to vibe, and I can’t believe it can become a toxic space of threatening each other over some totally FICTIONAL character, like seriously, why you stressing over this shit? I feel like these people online just get off from stirring up bullshit because they don’t have much of a life offline.

I also disagree with the claim of Utahime cheering Gojo’s death because that’s essentially stripping the highlighting qualities of Utahime. She’s a caring teacher who is adored by her students. I think of her having a similar reaction as Shoko throughout the Sukuna fight where she’s tots stressed out (and dunking beer in the side from all the stress lol). As for Utahime’s exact reaction to his death, my HC is that in the back of her mind she's aware there always a possibility of him dying because that’s just the line of work they are in, and this fanart actually kinda illustrates how I see Utahime reacting.

[andrewknightley]

OK SO I FINISHED BG3 thoughts and stuff under the cut (spoilers obvs) . Pals and mutuals that played feel free to comment it with me, and also wyll enjoyers pls do interact fkfkdk

SPOILER about the ending

-Ok so i was playing a good tav dwarf paladin romancing wyll, got my team of wyll/lae'zel/karlach, but lae'zel felt like the real main character of this story and honestly its what she deserves.

-got orpheus and turned him into a mind flayer sorry bro. and then the emperor gets angry and fights with the baddies. like gosh this guy sucks

-saved the day yadda yadda and lae'zel went away to guide her kind and LOOK SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER i was so sad but i knew it was what she wanted but IT PAINS ME

-then gale leaves me to become a god, and then astarion gets attacked by the sun and runs away and im like wow this ending is such a downer everyone is leaving me

-AND THEN. KARLACH.......

-Ok so i cried like a baby like. i fucked up i dont know what i did wrogn i cant believe karlach is gonna die im SOBBING

-But wyll is like "WE CAN LIVE ALL FIGHTING DEMONS IN HELL" and got the coolest shit ever of these 3 going on adventures like you dont know HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS ENDING!!! im so happy aaah TOT

-then there is the epilogue and it's the cutest thing i can hug shadow heart and halsin and karlach :_) tried with astarion but i dont know if its impossible or i had him too low (every companion loves me but he finds me acceptable fgoihdgfjiodgio) anyways i wanted to hug all my friends

-gale is a god and like good for him but im like ??? damn we dont see his mission or anything he does this all off screen?? i wanted to see his struggles and stuff idk i wanted to see the FEELINGS

-anyways idk if i got a bug or something but when i get to talk with people about what i am doing is just me and karlach and 0 mention of wyll idk why TOT let me talk about my romantic companion pls

-also i had like 2 options to talk with romanced wyll and way more conver with astarion wich again i didnt even have very high on his love for me (i do love him and my chara frienenemy status tho) but why only 2 options for wyll i wanna talk with him moreeee at the end

-he did blow me a kiss it was the cutest thing tho

-Again idk if i got a bug but i never get anyone commenting on my relationship with wyll and i know the companions gossip about karlach and probs other charas >-<

-i heard a friend who had to kill karlach to get to see her gale ending so i tried in another save to see what happened (it was awful btw) and that was the only way to get an extra scene of wyll telling me to go for mizora and having other people aknowledge him in the epilogue (just with jaheira it lets me say wyll, with astarion and shadow heart they gave me answer like "oh im with my lover" and such instead of by name)

-i am a big fan of wyll but not so much of wyll missions, like they are fun to play but gosh i wanted the cool FEELINGS moments like lae'zel, shadow heart, astarion and karlach had, i feel he is straight up a classic hero tale and i want to see this man overwhelming with feelings of all the stuff he suffered. also more stuff with the dad idk i couldnt even tell him im with his son that could had been cool

-gale also feels like ???? he didnt have a proper mission and was like off screen wich is a bit weird to me ??

-my fav chara is wyll and then second lae'zel who is perfect 0 notes on her 100% increible. Then Do Not Make Me Choose for the other origin companions i cant. I love them so much. I didn't like astarion at first and i was like "really this is the man all my friends and everyone is obsessed about??" but then act 3 arrived and i was like Ah. I Get It Now. I would say my less fav is gale but because i didnt bring him anywhere so next game im def paying him more attention.

-anyways i could have some notes but in general i fucking loved this game so much TOT

[etoilesbienne]

"#no youre so right#also any time you criticize these people or like try to politely inform they buckle down into extreme defensiveness#i say that because I Have Tried.#or they get 50 yesmen appearing and yelling about FUCK THE HATERS!!!!!! or whatever and its like :| ok......" (your tags on my post about blue bird)

hi grace it's cubitozinc i hope you don't mind this ask but. I just needed to come here and say. Holy shit the way you literally had a premonition cause this is Exactly What Happened. To That Post😭 (it got reposted to twt and 9 morbillion twitterinas blindly denied the misogyny + said i was misinterpreting the theory, or taking it too seriously, or went FUCK THE HATERS. or whatever.).... like oh my god you were speaking FROM EXPERIENCE if I've ever seen it. I'm so sorry.

SORRY TO BRING THIS NEGATIVITY OVER HERE, i hope that's alright!! i was just. So baffled. at how fucking right you were 😭😭 like the way we have suffered more than anyone else ever. We're like jesus on the cross

hi calli its okay im always fine with mocking misogynists im nothing if not a hater for these kinds of people.

but yeah its 100% from experience ToT mine was over seeing an artist i previously liked call mouse cellbit's daughter and i sent an ask like hey maybe you should like... not do this. or like think about why you perceive it this way. and then they got like 5 more asks in a row saying people were bitching about ableism just to be haters instead of actual legitimate criticism of the fandom.

it always kills me too because the same kind of people who do this shit are the same people who like go out of their way to like be obsessive over boundaries and do callouts over that and shit and its like. The Most Painfully Performative People Ever. like no consideration of reconciling their beliefs and why they believe them. its just following along with the pack. That's why i can't stand the twitter side of the fandom‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[xanderisbraindead]

Also not to spam your inbox but I've been listening to collide with the sky for like 4 days straight now 🤪 I'm a basic bitch so my fav songs are Hold On Til May and I'm Low On Gas 🙌🫡😋🫶🤭 I'm obsessed it's awesome I gotta listen to all their stuff once I get back from camp saturday

Youre not spamming me and i wouldn’t care if you were dw ^ ^ thanks for the asks

Oh to be obsessed with collide with the sky again oh my god. Everyone shits on that album but its so good i do NOT get it hate, idc if tiktok got to it, the album is heavenly.

I wanna know your opinion on Tangled in the great escape bc it seems like nobody likes that song and it runs me up the wall bc thats one of my favs on the album.

I could get SO emo about this album. Those chords were crafted by angels this album saved my life. I was super into a match into water when i was in my collide phase

The ACOUSTIC OF HOLD ON TILL MAY… as if the normal one wasn’t already amazing, listen to that one if you havent

I used to laugh listening to im low on gas bc hearing Vic say bitch was so like funny to me idk why ToT. He like never cusses so it still catches me off guard

And omg you didnt ask but the album and cd art is so beautiful its on my walls. Its 3am and i can’t sleep sorry lol now you have me listening to the album

[sunwarmed-ash]

Sinful Sunday Snippet

cuz im in a good mood 😘

Hankconvin-NSFW 🔞🔞

<1 MMS>

[U up?] 2:53 AM

Read at 2:53 AM

Gavin looks at his, unresponded to, dick picture again. It wasn’t a bad pic, it was arguably one of the best ones he’s ever taken of himself. But it was unprofessional, scratch that it was downright career suicide, to send a drunk (okay high, phck off,) dick pic to your direct supervisor. 

But Gavin and Hank were different. They had a history, and with Christmas next week… maybe he wasn’t handling the approaching holiday well. He tended to self-destruct a little, hence the eighth ounce of pot he’s already smoked and the stupid photo that’s been sent, received, and left on read for over 4 minutes now. 

His phone buzzes in his hand the next moment and his blood pressure sky rockets.

[Very] 2:57 AM

He didn't expect any response, let alone a potentially interested one. Another two agonizing moments pass and he gets another response, a picture message. And when he opens, his jaw drops in surprise. It's certainly not the response he expects. 

His eyes are currently making eye contact with the man in the digital photo who was not Hank but Connor, Anderson’s newest plastic fuck buddy. But that wasn’t even what surprised Gavin. What surprises him is the fact that the robot's mouth and throat have seemingly swallowed all 9 inches of Hank’s thick, monster cock and is looking up at the camera so pitifully like its still not enough to satisfy him. 

A sea of complex, conflicting emotions flash through Gavin’s body in a fraction of a moment. Anger, jealousy, arousal, fear, irritation, rejection; and it makes him want to toss his phone across the room and bury himself under another three joints. Instead, his cat chooses that moment to walk across his chest and knock his phone out of his hand anyway, demanding affection. Gavin would have been annoyed, if he didn't actually need a minute to breathe. 

Besides, they left him on read for a few minutes, they will survive.  

Gavin takes the moment to try to understand what he’s feeling, the jealousy and resulting anger mostly. He’s been trying to do better, and that includes attempts at understanding where all of his anger comes from. He got arm twisted into therapy a week after the Revolution and now here is, trying to get healthy and shit. But he is jealous. 

Why? He doesn't hate the view. Gavin thinks the picture of Connor’s stupid, smart mouth finally given something better to do than yap looks amazing. 

Maybe he's jealous because it's not him? 

No, that's not quite it. Probably more that he’s not there too. Gavin hates feeling left out, which is something he’s learned about himself after 6 weeks of compulsive therapy. And he’s always had a thing for Anderson. 

Or maybe Hank’s just letting you down easy… the darkest corners of his mind whisper. Because even weekley therapy couldn't silence all the pasts demons. They seem to always win in the end, because he’s typing,

[Sorry. See you got your hands full already.] Before he can stop it. 

Hank’s response this time is almost immediate. 

[That was an invitation Gav, not a rejection.] 3:02 AM

[If you're still interested, that is.] 3:02 AM

Hell phcking yeah he was interested. So much so he was practically flying out of bed, pissing off Venom, his 11 month old, all black, brat of a kitten. (Named because she literally climbs the walls of his apartment constantly and refuses to eat anything but tater tots). She hisses at him before running to her cat bed. Gavin sends one more text before walking out the door. 

[I can be there in 15] 3:04 AM

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check back tonight at 10 PM Mountain Time for the full fic 😘

[horrorknife]

do you fw hoffrigg

are you kidding me of course i fw hoffrigg. i actually really want to draw them…i should really render the rigg sketch i have in my files too ToT

i like it in a really specific font tho i dont like rigg as an apprentice bc i feel like its inconsistent w his character. i loooove hoffrigg butting heads…riggs gone thru so much loss via death and weve seen how he reacts to that…how would he react to losing a friend via Betrayal? u know? i wish so badly that the writers had given a shit abt giving riggs character room to breathe but i mean thats just on the inherent racism of the saw franchise. Sigh.

ANYWAY…yes i love hoffrigg. to answer ur question. sorry for the long reply im always so fuckin long winded abt this stuff