#Mun: Hello!

[golden-explosions-main]

(A human that kinda looks like Chara walks in.

They have the look, but...

Lighter hair, a darker shirt, and a heart shaped hair clip there to keep the bangs out of their face.

They walk in...)

Ok, there is that one-

....huh?

Wha...?!

(And they stare at the two people in the room, in confusion.)

@askthetrappedchara

Flowey and Frisk both jump in surprise at the other human sudden appearance, just as confused as they are.

Flowey: "What do you mean 'wha...?', don't act so confused, you're the stranger who just intruded into my bedroom,"

Flowey: "...Oh, wait, let me guess... is this some kind of weird dimensional anon magic again? I was hoping it would stop after we had the firewall installed, guess not,"

Frisk: "Hi, nice to meet you! I hope this isn't too awkward for you! I like your heart clip by the way, I've got one just like it,"

[ask-starlight-anya]

[ask-thesparedau]

ITS BEEN SO LONG!!!

If you didn’t know, I have been on an impromptu hiatus for a little less than a year now. It started out as me extending my comic dates and ended up being a massive break.

Despite this, many of you still waited for me! Giving me frequent asks and commenting on my posts, which I am endlessly thankful for.

I would be lying if I said there was a specific reason behind my disappearance, but it wasn’t for nothing!

I was getting more and more discouraged with my own work. Although pretty easy to do, I didn’t feel confident in my ability to stay true to the book and its characters. A lot of JTTW is interpretational, so I failed to understand certain nuisances present without cultural context.

So in my break I took the time to actually work on getting more involved with the culture!

I decided to take a Chinese Language course! Then with the encouragement of my professor, joined their Chinese club. Many of my assignments involved cultural engagement, which I also attended to make some new friends.

Eventually my professor recommended me for a scholarship opportunity, which takes place in Shanghai! (上海）

I will be going in June

Thank you all for your patience <3

Now that I am a bit more confident, i will be returning to this blog. There may be some upcoming changes though, so watch out for those!

[ask-trialduo]

[bad-sanses-smp]

when the NM mun goes through his own canon events

[misteria247]

You're a disgrace.

There wasn't a lot in this world that could hurt Pacifica Northwest. Being the town mean girl until very recently, she'd grown used to the nasty words that would be thrown her way. But when they came from someone she loved......they would rip her apart. It'd been an argument, a rare thing to occur between her and her father. She'd been so angry, so filled with fury until she'd heard those words.

"You're a disgrace."

As soon as she heard those words all her fire died immediately. Like ice cold water it drenched her, filling her with a brokenness that she should be used to by now.

She didn't even stay around, instead leaving that cursed house. Barely fighting back the burning in her eyes and the lump that was choking her. She didn't pay attention to where she was going, instead focusing on keeping herself together. And failing miserably.

Why couldn't she be enough?

Why couldn't she be perfect?

Pacifica sucked in a ragged breath, a sorrowful whimper sounding from her. She thought about her situation, before her thoughts turned to Dipper and Mabel. She thought about how their Gruncles always seemed to want to be around them. About how they were always hugging them and ruffling their heads with affection and fondness. Then she thought about her own parents, who barely wanted to be around her. Who were ashamed of her.

You're a disgrace.

Why didn't they care....? Why was she not wanted? Was.....was she just unlovable?

Pacifica didn't know why she was denied the things others were given unconditionally. Perhaps it was because she wasn't obedient enough? Or maybe she just hadn't become perfect enough yet? Or maybe.....maybe she was exactly what her father said. A disgrace. At that point Pacifica lost the fight with her tears, collapsing onto her knees. With a almost painful shudder, Pacifica burst into tears and broke down. Cursing herself all the while as she cried well into the evening. More alone than she'd ever been in her life.

[angie-long-legs]

//served mothman realness at the party

[spaced-out-muses]

I’ve been thinking about it since watching @tres-fidelis play more P5R two nights ago, but I think it’s extremely funny how I ended up putting Taro and Mishima on opposite ends of the spectrum.

Like, I’m probably a broken record by now, but Taro Knows™, at least when it comes to our dear protagonist. Mishima figured it out, being one of the first ones to do so. Makoto figured it out. Yoshida figured it out, and I don’t doubt there could be others we just don’t see/I’m not currently aware of. In my mind, it doesn’t seem too far fetched that the guy sitting behind the protagonist would figure out his big ol secret. And honestly, in terms of the game specifically, I’m (lovingly) surprised no one else figured it out bc of Ryuji “GUYS WE’RE PHANTOM THIEVES” Sakamoto.

This group ain’t nearly as slick as they try to be and I love them.

But anyway, Mishima, once figuring out who the Thieves were, went all in on trying to help. He set up the Phansite, he actively contacts the Protagonist to give info, he should have been a thief himself and he’s always so enthusiastic about it. He has full faith in the Thieves, they’ve got his full support, nothing could shake that. Like, even the shit with Okumura didn’t faze him!! Even when knowing the Protag’s record, he completely throws it out the window, puts his trust in the Phantom Thieves, and was the first one to go “This is BULLSHIT I know you guys didn’t do that.” He’s also the first one to suggest the damage control of taking on smaller requests to regain the public’s trust, like!!!

Boy is doing the best he can to help, he realized he's in control of his own fate after a few bumps in the road, and I adore him for it.

Taro… does Not do any of that. He didn’t even intend to find out, he just happened to get unlucky enough in seating placement. He wants NOTHING to do with the PT as things stand. This does put him in a difficult position since they’re students like him and knows he shares a class with at least one, and like. He doesn’t like, want to be an asshole, doesn’t want it to seem like he’s actively avoiding anyone. Hell! He doesn’t even disagree with what they’re doing, doesn’t care at the very worst. But at the same time he is acutely aware he’s a loose link and therefore assumes the larger the distance, the safer both parties will be.

You could probably argue he's helping by not snitching but that's the bare minimum.

His entire plan for surviving Shujin revolved around keeping his head down and staying out of trouble. While Mishima enthusiastically broke out of his shell once the Phantom Thieves showed up, Taro is aggressively retreating into it. He just wants to get through high school with as little excitement as possible, and though he’s technically failed step one we will perservere, damnit.

This is especially the case once Okumura kicks it, because like... Mishima is one case. He actively works to help the thieves, and is one of the people who was most impacted by their first heist. He has a reason to keep faith in them.

Taro doesn't. At least, not to the same extent.

Sure, the Thieves have changed hearts without issue plenty of times before. Sure, they saved the school from a tyranical PE teacher, outed a art thief, etc. etc. etc. But unfortunately, after Okumura, Taro is forced to remember the Protagonists record. And that... grinds things to a halt. Anxieties and a fresh wave of doubt bubble up. Any progress that could have happened on a personal scale is likely pushed back.

He wants to put faith in the PT, he really does. But until he can think things through or something, he's going to go back to keeping his distance for a while.

[weldfists]

anyways settphel stanley cup celebration. send tweet

[bittercafanddatapads]

Quinlan inviting Fox to dance during a senate gala to the song Sway by Michael Bublé.

[norts-trolls]

HEY SO I COMPLETELY MISREAD THAT POST?? HELLO??? THAT POST WAS ABOUT A BLOODY GAURD?? NOT THE US EDUVATION SYSTEM???

[golden-explosions-main]

*A door appears and a cartoon polar bear comes out, barely able to reach where the heart on Frisk's body is in height, he has blueish-white fur and has a snowman's hat on*

Oh?

Hello there!

Flowey eyes the newcomer with slight surprise and confusion, however, Frisk is instantly charmed by the little cartoon polar bear, covering their smile to stop themselves from yelling the word 'CUTE!!'

Flowey: "Howdy?"

Frisk: "Hello there, indeed! It's very nice to meet you,"

[dragonballnewstar]

Pros/Cons of Dating Cistus:

PROS: Financial stability, can wine/dine you, smells nice.

CONS: Will sell you out for said financial stability. Cannot be a vegetarian (he may eat you).

[iwozlegit]

|| 🍍• Could you imagine being all geared up to watch, laugh, and love on-screen Huskerdust only to get fucking La La Land-ed with a fucking unexpected plot twist that they’re seemingly made for each other but something changes and we then see them meeting each other years later?

Concept/image/mini-fic in more detail below ⬇️

Angel Dust is free of Val and visiting a bar which just so happens to have a certain cat, still chained to his master, tickling the ivories to a small bar crowd.

The sweet sombre melody of Loser, Baby floats around the bar, an unusual air in a Hell nightclub.

Angel, in his own little world, settles by the bar and orders his drink. A classic Sex on the Beach. A usual of his. Though, upon tasting it, it’s not massively to his tastes, and he opts to twirl it before his eyes wondering how and why they haven’t tasted like the dreamy ones of his memories.

Trapped in the midst of his recollections, Angel begins swaying along to the bar’s live music, feeling a welcoming warmth wash over him after a long day.

And slowly, very slowly, Angel begins to awaken to the warmth of the melody - it’s familiar. It’s personal. The feeling reminds him of coming home. And all at once, the cogs finally find their rhythm, and the reflections illuminated on his glass cast a vista he never thought he’d see again.

There he is. After all this time. After everything. There. He. Is. Tickling the ivories in a dingy dive bar to the notes of their song, and serenading sinners to the ode of them. Of everything they were. Of everything they almost became.

Eventually, Angel brings himself to turn around and behold the cat for himself; lower hands coming together to fidget as they always did as his upper hands endeavour to steady themself around the stem of the forgotten drink.

He should leave, he thinks. He hates how that is his first thought upon seeing Husk after so long. Pay up quietly, discreetly, and walking straight back up the stairs to the street. He knows in that moment at least that he’s changed from who he once was upon arrival to Hell, and, later to the hotel. He doesn’t have to pretend about anything, he tells himself. He’s not about the pretending lifestyle anymore, right?

Half settled on his decision, he downs the sugary beverage as he stands - striving to convince himself the building burn in his throat is just the drink and nothing more - and places the cash plus change to a little too harshly onto the bar.

The coinage rattles, spilling in all directions, and Angel fumbles and curses to catch the bits that clatter to the floor.

It takes him far longer to pick up that which has been spilled. He hates that. He hates how the music stills prematurely to a stop, and he hates how his eyes begin to burn in sync to the discomfort of his throat. He hates how he feels the bar looking even though they likely aren’t, and he hates how of all the eyes he’s convinced are staring, there’s only one that overpowers them all.

Swallowing around the unease, Angel stands, placing the change onto the bar with a silent “sorry,” and moves slowly towards the exit.

The eyes follow him. Their warmth blessedly familiar. A small part of Angel wishes they hadn’t. A much larger part relaxes against their power, mesmerising and strong, but not forceful. They never had been. Not so long ago, yet long enough potentially forget, those eyes had skilfully unravelled him with a care that help ignite a sense of urgency within him to change. The final straw on the camel’s back some would say. The catalyst.

His catalyst.

Angel stifled a sob as he paused at the stair’s handrail, or was it a laugh? He told himself it was a laugh and smiled around the spikiness of the unusual happy sadness.

After all this time. After everything. Angel was happy to say goodbye again. Because it wasn’t really a goodbye. It was also a hello.

And reassured, he turns, and he smiles, hoping it’s convincing even though he knows his cheeks are damp.

So many words.

So many memories.

So many what-could-have-been scenarios swirling amongst the thick air.

Husk merely blinks at him, finally acknowledged. And then, like heaven in hell, Husk smiles. His ‘Angel’ smile. That soft, gentle lidded sort of smile that enlarged the heart details above his brows and etched the motions of his crusty old heart for all to see. Ever the respectful Husker, man of honour and integrity that warmed Angel in ways no hands or bodies ever could, and likely never would.

How lucky he’d been. How happy he’d been.

They hold the look for longer than they should have, this they both know…

…And then Angel Dust leaves, smiling as their song picks up again to serenade wayward sinner couples, who were none the wiser that two passing ships reunited for one last time…

How beautiful life could be…even in death.

(Should I like actually write this in more detail and post it? Would anyone even read something like this??)

[strebcr]

Fun fact I made my own version of the powerpuffs once :^)

They're all middle school aged and coming to terms with "Hey the shit we delt with at a young age was pretty fucked!" They still fight crime but now there's just some other heroes to help take some of the slack :^V

This is mostly just dealing with the ptsd of being super heroes at a young age :^V and how they cope differently. Along with the other things and challenges that come with that age.

Anyways dumb concept is dumb 😭😔