#Message Received

[herejusttosufferalong]

Welp

[echoeyez]

Hey

[subestu]

Round 2: Easy

[the-agent-of-chaos]

*Slurpsey waved excitedly in your direction as he jumped up and down*

＼(≧▽≦)／ !!

-Slurpsey🧊 ( @slurp-jones-fn )

Ah. Experiment 227. What a... Inconvenience seeing you here. I wonder how you haven't been destroyed yet. Truly a wonder.

If you wouldn't mind helping me reconstruct my machine, hand your creator a Philips head screwdriver.

He points to the toolbox next to Slurpsey.

[remindingpersephone]

"Your new life is going to cost you your old one. It's going to cost you your comfort zone, and your sense of direction. It's going to cost you relationships and friends. It's going to cost you being liked, and understood. It does not matter. Because the people who are meant for you are going to meet you on the other side. You're going to build a new comfort zone around the things that actually move you forward. Instead of being liked, you're going to be loved. Instead of being understood, you're going to be seen. All you're going to lose is what was built for a person you no longer are. Let it go."

~ Brianna Wiest

[spnscripthunt-inactive]

[mercifulbutbroken]

For the Shovel Knight prompts…

The perspective of the Liquid Samurai from Showdown when it was in the possession of Plague Knight, after his ending in Showdown’s story mode.

HELLO CARPET I AM /SO/ SORRY CARPET THAT THIS TOOK MONTHS I'M SO BUSY W COLLEGE BULLSHIT BUT HAVE AT YE CARPET

The walls of their confinement, despite how thin they appeared, held strong against the continued thrashing. Their headpiece hit the metal top of the tiny glass room as their messy form swirled. 

They lost the battle. Their one form, while also trapped in a prison of glass, was unable to defeat the alchemist. The mirror, while shattered to a million pieces, was unable to be melded back together. Just as they were unable to join their brothers and sisters. 

Two malformed hands press to the walls as the jar was carried through the Explodatorium, the fabric of the messenger’s cloak swaying back and forth in front of him. Many eyes of others linger, some higher to gaze on the holder’s face, and some lower, to them. To the captured and displayed other, being taken to god knows where. It was a bit of a tossup, if the view of the journey was a mercy, taunting, or just an oversight.

The alchemist suddenly came into view, head not even making it to half of the height of the towering machines crowding a corner of the room. He bounces forwards, chattering unknown words as his beaked mask hovered close to the glass. His gaze went upwards, trying to gaze at the now revealed assistant. The form’s eyes gaze towards the gap between the mask and cloak, one weak spot, if only they would—-

Gravity lifted upwards, the two gloved hands leaving the sides of the glass as he was lifted upwards, the air just barely heard, muffled from the walls. 

Before the container fell into the pool of mixtures and color.

And then, the universe detonated.

Heat, all surrounding and encompassing heat melted away the glass and metal, the headpiece holding fast just long enough for one hand to grasp above the surface before slipping into the abyss. Everything was dissolving, turning into chunks, to bits. All the way to tiny pearls, dissolving into glitter. 

…. It was. Quite dark, being surrounded by everything.

Only a gentle pull was felt in the space that would only be assumed would be their waist, pulling them deeper and deeper. Everything was gone. Senses were fading to become numb, dissolving into blank nothing. Blank, empty eyes, scan the empty horizon. 

A speck.

A point in space shimmers. They blink. The point shimmers. 

A push drifts the mass forwards. Hands reached out, barely held together anymore, dives through the waves. Reaching, pushing, yearning, to go past that. To end up further.

Past the light, past the specks of color fading from view. They reach out past that event horizon.

To reach out and grasp that unfathomable star.

[dedlit]

[justrightofanevening]

lyfrassir edda. you were ordinary and now you are not. i am sorry you have to be the one to bear this burden. you are strong enough to endure it but you should not have to do it on your own. that is why it is good you are not alone. we are with you every step of the way, lyfrassir. peace will come, and you will be allowed to grieve what you have lost, and you will be allowed to heal.

...

[maicrowave]

just watched a dnp post-closeted gay jokes compilation and realized the phandom was definitely wrong all along about the nature of their relationship.

bc dan's definitely a top, im so sorry daniel

[hawkeyedflame]

i'm going to cry, florence welch is playing a show in london in september for the BBC prom, an orchestral arrangement of the entirety of Lungs and i sent it to my mom and said i wish i could go and SHE SAID WE WILL GO TOGETHER SHSDLIFHSILDHFLSIDHF

[resident-sean-expert]

*me opening my draft for the first time in months*

the first line :

[subestu]

Round 1: Introduction

[the-agent-of-chaos]

I see you have an association with the.. Doctor.. Slone. What could you POSSIBLY want with that scoundrel.

-@the-dons-waste (His phantom is appearing before you.)

Don! How have you been, my friend! I'm joking, you threw me around like a wet piece of spaghetti.

My business with the doctor is none of yours, but we are doing some important experiments. Something a brute like you wouldn't understand. Something that takes patience.

Chaos Agent looks up at the phantoms head, smiling underneath his mask.

Just wait and see, Don. Это произойдет скоро, и вы увидите.

[remindingpersephone]

"Behavior that is incongruent with the self will not last. You may want more money, but if your identity is someone who consumes rather than creates, then you'll continue to be pulled toward spending rather than earning. You may want better health, but if you continue to prioritize comfort over accomplishment, you'll be drawn to relaxing rather than training. It's hard to change your habits if you never change the underlying beliefs that led to your past behavior. You have a new goal and a new plan, but you haven't changed who you are." ~ James Clear