#Tadaaa

[the-music-maniac]

How to get your brainwashed husband back - a tutorial by Roronoa Zoro:

Exhibit A:

Tiddies

Aka I got tired of crying over zosan angst

[federthenotsogreat]

Random thoughts and things I noticed about Reclusa

Just thought that writing them down could be interesting for others!

Before I start rambling I do want to add the disclaimer that I'm not trying to prove anything about this character... I'm not trying to force headcanons onto others, nor am I trying to stop others from having different interpretations.

I simply wanted to write down some details I noticed, as well as the ideas that I got from thinking about them a tad bit too much...

You may use this post however you want, be it for your personal headcanons and AUs, or simply for some entertainment because you enjoy this game ♡♡♡

Oh, and if you care a bit too much about video game characters like me... TW for discussions of injury and death

-

-

-

✩ The red substance his body is made out of heavily resembles Glohm, which is incredibly interesting considering the fact that he actually needs Glohm to be reborn in the first place

This reinforces the fact that he actually feeds off of negative energy, and may even need it to survive

Interestingly enough, upon dying, his body glows in a golden color, heavily resembling Connectar. I like the idea that perhaps he once was a being made out of Connectar and maybe even fed off of positive energy instead. That also makes me think about why that may have changed

✩ His life energy seems to be tied to his head to some capacity. Either that or his screen cracking open is a lethal injury that he can't survive, similar to a human breaking their neck.

He actually seems to lose all energy after having his head cracked open, which you can see in his otherwise red body turning into a pale grey. Although he was injured before, he only loses his color after receiving the fatal blow, which causes me to believe that he would've made it out alive prior to that injury

It's also interesting that the more injured he gets, the more static seems to appear on his screen. (it also takes longer for the static to dissappear the more hits he takes) Maybe it's similar to a human after suffering a blow to the head, getting dizzy and not being able to function properly for a few seconds

✩ Although he is in possession of two pairs of arms, he primarily makes use of the one positioned on his head! He uses his upper pair of arms to express himself in all kinds of ways, while he barley moves his lower pair at all, almost as if they're useless to him?

✩ During his last breaths he talks about needing to do something still. Although it is likely that he's just panicking and mumbling incoherent nonsense, I do wonder if there's something important he had planned

✩ For someone obsessed with living in isolation, he seems to take great pleasure in "playing" with Mario and Luigi, even getting upset when they don't return the favor, wanting to escape instead. I personally believe that that's just due to him being a bit sadistic, but it's still very interesting

✩ He can sometimes be seen with a concordian's face displayed on his screen! I do wonder why that is...

I believe that it's something important though, because during the scene where Mario and Luigi defeat him with the power of their bond, this face can be seen for a split second, glitching in and out of the screen

The parasites that inhabit my brain got the idea that perhaps he used to be a concordian a long time ago, especially due to his obsession with bonds and isolation

[drippinonabuffet]

Drew them. I'm not the strongest in the field of digital art, oi oi oi.

[endversewinchester]

The Bad Batch: 3x15 "The Cavalry Has Arrived" headers! Like/reblog if you take any!

Thank you all for going on this wild journey with me and until next time ~

[rinadragomir]

Cassie's reply to "height difference" question and my attempts to justify this sketch and comfort you all🌿🌱

(she answered me on inst)

1 fear: "Why does Ty look....the way he looks? Comparing to other arts this thing is kinda upsetting"

My explanation: 1) It's something Cassandra Jean drew very quickly so Cassie could tease us, nothing more, it's a quick sketch. On her other works Ty is drawn... much more detailed? Ugh idk english. It's not an official thing, it's something they put in a newsletter just to say "we can't tell you anything, stop asking".

Arts for future books:

Arts for fun:

2 fear: "Does Ty grow shorter each year? They're trying to make a little soft uwu boy out of him and it's a stereotypical portrayal of autistic people"

My explanation: KIT SITS ON HIS LAP. HE JUMPED ON HIM AND REFUSES TO LEAVE. That would explain why his head is so much higher🩷 I'm also afraid of him being turned into a tiny fragile helpless boy, but let's not lose hope, cause SOBH Ty was great!

Listen, not so long ago Cassandra Jean made an art for SOBH featuring both of them in the same room. They're about the same height. Even if Kit ends up being taller in TWP, he won't be AS TALL AS A STREET LAMP comparing to Ty. All official arts featuring more...grown up Ty?... look fine.

Or maybe sobh art is some kind of visual illusion and it turns out that Ty and Anush are like "kitchen counter tall". They'll be badass inventors that you can put in a pocket and carry around.

Anyway! Don't trust quick sketches made for fun, trust official illustrations and 🌿don't worry🌿! Ty is a big boy, confident enough to go around with many unbuttoned buttons on his shirt👁️👄👁️And SOBH showed him as a determined smart guy he is! It's going to be okay🫶

I asked Cassie about it on Instagram and here's her reply!

[chiperti]

tge tging for @gummy-worms-in-my-brain 's rouxlbooke

[chainlxnk]

I literally need Fitz in Hanakos suit... I would literally kill myself for them. I'd become the 8th wonder but whatever. Luka help me

chewing on this idea omh

[inspjavert]

Mayor Madeleine said its MY turn on the cunty Javert drawing

[sunflowersunite]

Hange's birthday!! 🎉

For this year's birthday, I shall gift the Commander, the myth, the legend this sketch

it's art (fanart? does it count as official art if I'm a co-author?) of the vampire AU, specifically of Chapter 8 of Where My Monsters Like to Hide that I'm cowriting with @quillsandblades based on @addiej01's art

(nooo Levi's not blushing what are you talking about)

(5/9/2024)

[eeveezandeeveeloutions]

Some eevee eveloutions I made.

[simplenefelibata]

Dean and Cas' chat after November 2020.

sucks that you're dead

Monday 3:45 a.m

did you know there's a gay cowboy movie? i think you'd like it

not because you're gay

well probably cause you're gay

Monday 12:02 p.m.

are u even gay? can angels be gay?

Monday 19:15

i pray to you every night. i have this stupid idea that maybe you can hear me

Wednesday 21:34

found a photo of jack on my cell. reminds me of you

Thursday 07:50 a.m.

are u ever coming back?

Thursday 23:23

eileen gave me a cigarette today and asked if you ever tried one. you would've told me, right? we told each other everything

Friday 15:45

sometimes i call you just to listen to your voicemail. how fucked up is that huh

im afraid there'll come a day when i won't remember what it sounds like

it scares me even more to think that i'll never actually be able to forget it

like it'll always be the thing i hear when i

Saturday 04:56 a.m.

the sky is damn blue today cause of the storm

it made me think of you

Saturday 1:08 p.m.

yknow whst fuck you

ypu had no right to do this to me. of all thw fucked up things you've done to me, this is the worst

Sunday 06:28 a.m.

[helianskies]

turkporrrrrrt :)

oh yes. i was in the mood for some hurt/comfort. teehee. turkporrrrrrrt >:)

Break

“This seat taken?”

João barely has the energy to move his eyes and look at Sadık, who has found him (much to his chagrin) hiding in a crevice of a local public park, about a ten minute walk from the building they’ve all been herded into for yet another round of utterly boring and fruitless talks.

It feels like such a farce. Keeping up appearances. Playing the game. João just wants to be at home. He wants to be in bed, tucked up in bed sheets while the day passes him by, uneventful, uninteresting, unimportant.

Modern diplomacy is just draining… In every way…

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” Sadık decides, helping himself to the other half of the bench.

João takes a deep breath. Knowing the other, he’s ready to launch into some long, rambling, anecdotal conversation, and he isn’t in the mood for that kind of socialising. Yet, as the seconds tick by, the words don’t come. The rambling doesn’t come. The anecdotes don’t come.

João stares blindly at the bushes opposite. They sit about a metre and a half away and form part of a winding wall of foliage in this area of the park that has created convenient pockets of seating for people like João, who like to hide.

Only, the hiding hasn’t quite worked the way he’d hoped.

Evidently.

Still, the talking does not happen. Sadık doesn’t do the talking thing he normally does, attempting to kill the silence stone cold dead with warm, mirthful words.

Rather, a hand appears around his shoulder, and João is gently pulled towards Sadık. His head falls easily upon the other’s shoulder. He doesn’t fight it, and instead, he simply lets himself flop against the other’s body. He is at Sadık’s mercy—a mercy which, so far, does not seem so bad.

“Sorry to disturb your alone time,” the other begins to say a short while later.

By now, João’s eyes are closed and he is effectively resting—almost asleep—on Sadık’s shoulder.

“I wanted to check in on you,” he continues in João’s silence. His hand lightly rubs his upper arm. “Thought earlier on you seemed a bit… not like yourself. Everything okay…?”

João can only hum. He doesn’t have the words to begin explaining how he feels, what’s going on in his head, what he wants, why he tried to go into temporary hiding… Nor does he have the energy to do so. The willpower. The care. He just wants to switch off. Just for a little bit.

It isn’t something he says out loud—no words, no energy—but it seems he doesn’t really have to. Sadık doesn’t press. He doesn’t pry. He merely accepts the silence, and comes to place his head against João’s, a cheek against a crown.

They sit together like that for a few minutes. João’s eyes remain closed. Sadık’s mouth remains closed. They remain still, resting on each other, as the cold steadily begins to creep in on them.

A lifetime seems to pass.

A lifetime, followed by death.

“If you don’t want to come back, I can make an excuse for you,” Sadık offers on a platter. A very pretty, handmade platter. “Something tells me you need rest more than you need any more meetings.”

It’s a fair diagnosis, and a sign that João needs to get some kind of grip. He can’t be mute forever.

So João sits up. His hands go to his face. He rubs down over his eyes so hard his eyeballs ache for a moment. He takes another deep breath. He asks a simple, vital question:

“Why are you being nice to me?”

The other, usually so quick, so witty, so humorous, holds onto his thoughts for a moment. He looks at João, and João looks back at him through bleary eyes, and Sadık gives him a simple, vital answer:

“Someone has to be. Might as well be me.”

It leaves João puzzled—at least, until that starts to take too much energy, and he accepts the bewilderment as who he is today. He decides he won’t ask why he feels the need to be nice, and why it is João he’s chosen as his victim. Not right now. Because, to be honest, the niceness feels like the tiniest flame on a winter’s day.

João doesn’t want to risk it dying and abandoning him to the cold again.

“Is your hotel far?”

“‘Bout five minutes that way,” he responds quietly, jabbing a finger to aid.

“Neat sense of direction,” Sadık muses, now smiling, before he suddenly rises to his feet and turns to look at João. “Come on, then,” he says. “I’ll walk you back.”

“But… But I—”

“You need a break,” the other tells him matter-of-factly. So wise. So… observant. “I want to make sure you get it.”

Arguing is futile. He knows that. He also knows that he can’t sit there on a bench all day succumbing to how he’s feeling; the world isn’t just going to swallow him up magically, so he has to do something. And maybe… Maybe Sadık is right. He needs a break. He needs rest.

A nap sounds kind of good, the more he thinks about it…

Sadık, in the end, does walk João back. He walks João back all the way to his hotel room, in fact, and makes sure he takes off his shoes, takes off his jacket, takes off his badge, and gets comfy in bed. Then he closes the curtains for him and puts João’s phone on silent so no one disturbs him.

“If you need anything,” he says as he returns to the side of the room nearest the door, “just let me know. I’m not far away.”

Drowsy and dazed, João thanks him, grateful for the pillows that cushion his face and start to cradle him. He closes his eyes once more and welcomes the peace he is beginning to feel. At last.

A kiss is pressed to his forehead.

Footsteps pad away.

A door opens.

A door shuts.

[ find the full ficlet collection on ao3! ]

[dialtonetophat]

There she is!

Not me hyperfixating on some scary game abt dolls nope not me at all ahhahaha

also all i did was try to make Penelope fit in with a screenshot from the game, the background is not mine

[selfinserttothestars]

💬 !! for chris ☆

Well there was that one time that Chris got sick…

“I can’t help but wonder why the ghosts aren’t taking care of you.”

“They have other things to do, Ace. Harry tends to the garden out back, Sigmund and Bart need to check on the fire fairies in the dining hall—“

“Wait, they have names?”

“Deuce, sweetie—“

Chris’s words were cut off at their own coughing. They did their best to turn away from their friends whenever they had to cough or sneeze, while also keeping the cup of noodles that Ace and Grim lovingly made from spilling. Chris had woken up that day with a fever, though Grim refused to tell them the exact temperature he read off of the thermometer they used. They could only assume that meant bad. Grim was quick to demand the two Heartslabyul students to come over and help take care of Chris, despite their insistence that no one should enter the building let alone tend to them. So here they all were, together in one potentially germ infested room. Whatever Chris had was bound to spread, they were sure of it.

Deuce carefully took the remainder of the noodle from Chris’s hands and placed it on the bedside table. “You should probably try to lay back down.” He urged. “Get some rest.”

“Brother, I tried. I can’t sleep like this.”

“Then we’ll get you some cough syrup! Ace let’s—“

“Nooooooo don’t.” Chris whined. “You’re not allowed to go spending money on me, not even for something little!”

“Chris, you’re sick!” Ace retorted. “Do you expect us to just sit around and watch you cough all day?”

“What I expected, Trappola, was for you to stay away from me while I’m gross!”

“Well then we’d have to stay away from you all the time!”

Grim laughed from the loveseat he was sitting comfortably in. Chris flipped him off. He flipped them off back. Roommates. “What I’m saying,” Chris continued “is that you two can’t exactly go back to your dorm without endangering the rest of Heartslabyul. You shouldn’t’ve come here.”

“It’s fine!” Ace insisted. “Deuce and I are perfectly healthy! No one’s even gonna know we were here to begin with.”

“They already do.”

“Huh?”

Chris plucked their phone from its charger and held it up so the boys could see. There was a text exchange between them and Trey from a few minutes earlier. The duo started at the phone, and then their friend.

“Did you see that word right there?” They pointed to their phone screen. “Quar-an-tine. That means you dweebs are stuck here.”

“What?!”

“No, Vice Housewarden and Chris have a point.” Deuce said dejectedly. “If we get sick then we could get our whole dorm sick too.”

“I can’t believe you’re agreeing with them!” Ace argued. “We’re both tough guys with tough immune systems! We’ll be fine!”

“Yeah, but what if we’re carriers?”

“We won’t be carriers!”

“Ramshackle has plenty of extra rooms.” Chris butted in. “You won’t have to share.”

There was a long pause as everyone seemed to wait for Ace’s response.

“…Oh fine!” He finally said. “But you’re gonna have to deal with us!”

“I’d love nothing more.”

[cloverhighfive]

While some are cockles enthusiasts and others are not, fighting about "omg do you really think/care that they explore each other's bodies", let me submit this

they're both panromantics