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[charybdisrevenge]

Unknown

[nigesakis]

lord almighty they are doing crazy things to this guy's cerνix on ao3

[noname-404s-blog]

[cleverreports]

We report: August is on its last legs, and the days are messy, dusty, rusty, and the air weighs more and more with each passing moment. There is dry grass in the puddles that today's shower left behind. The light exhausts itself in sunsets, stretching the evening thin.

[painsandconfusion]

And this isn’t whump?

[raepliica]

h/c vashwood on the brain again

[victarin]

being silly with this again

text from the video in case it was too blurry or hard to read !!

"dont be afraid! my name is Sun."

"and you are?"

> tell it your name

> give it a fake name

> use item

> leave (unavailable)

[ VD: an indie horror game-like scene featuring sun using the images listed below the cut. the video glitches occasionally. the last shot switches between the available action choices before cutting to black. / end VD. ]

bonus gif + individual shots under the cut ⬇️

(text in alt)

[eahsayswhat]

I love how authoritative Apple looks moments before her brain catches up with her mouth. Cue the flustered mess in 3...2...1...

Happy Pride, everybody!

[dbstaches]

In Central Park, NYC, September 1982

[eshithepetty]

Not Me.

[ID: art of Unknown Percentage from Mob Psycho 100 looking into a bathroom mirror, 'Mob' looking back. They're both wearing blue pajamas. The art is lineless and done in blue and purple tones. The water in the sink, which Unknown is clutching to the point of it cracking, is swirling - as is Unknown's aura, rising upwards and to the corners. Mob's red eyes stare back, expression unreadable. End ID.]

[charybdisrevenge]

Unknown

[revivalrequiem]

# venti/barbatos from genshin impact inspired ✮

requested by @starrychurch and someone from discord. free to use, credit if reposting and using for edits requests.

[7grandmel]

Character Archives - [FILE-07]

Grand Dad

"Mario seven, uh, was that the one I played? Oh, let's check it out..."

For Walt Disney, it all began with a mouse. But for SiIvaGunner, it all began with a bootleg game, a streamer, and a pinch of insanity. Many have come after him, and many can claim to be funnier - but Grand Dad will forever hold the title as the first ever figment of imagination to come out of the bubbling mind of SiIvaGunner [FILE-01]. As a result, he has come to be a symbol for the channel in its entirety, the very embodiment of the SiIvaGunner ethos, and something of a dear friend in the eyes of its creator.

In 2014, a certain streamer under the name of Vinesauce Joel was going through the motions of his typical streaming routine - playing games of the oddest variety, and bellylaughing at the absurd results they'd deliver. Even as part of this greater whole, however, Joel's reaction to 7 GRAND DAD immediately became a standout moment, a series of events so perfect that the comedic timing couldn't have been coordinated to be any better. A mumbling Joel clicks on the game bizarrely labeled as "Mario 7", and is to his great shock met with the imagery of a garishly discolored Mario, placed onto an equally garish blue background, as bold letters declare the game's name to be "7 GRAND DAD". Before Joel can even properly process the twist he's been subjected to, only letting out a reading of the game's name, the game twists all expectations once again: An 8-bit rendition of The Flintstones theme, originally from The Flintstones: The Rescue of Dino & Hoppy, kicks in - prompting a bewildered reaction of "FLINTSTONES?!" from the thoroughly befuddled streamer.

This is a sequence of events you're all too familiar with if you're a fan of the SiIvaGunner channel, yet nevertheless a necessary one to properly recount to understand just how core Grand Dad is to SiIvaGunner: Through this one 15-second clip of one streamer's reaction to the unpredictable world of bootleg video games, a small subset of internet dwellers on the platform SoundCloud realized that they'd uncovered a whole new genre of derivative audio work. Mashups and arrangements were always alive and well on the internet, yet always delivered with upfront honesty: To play into their derivative nature as part of the reaction, to present these edits as if they were the nostalgic, authentic real-deal video game music that you grew up loving, only to have the edit serve as an unexpected punchline, was the kind of brilliant idea that just had to be capitalized on. Thus, in January 2016, one lone internet dweller by the name Chaze the Chat started the SiIvaGunner (then GiIvaSunner) channel, and uploaded "Wild Pokémon Battle - Pokémon Ruby & Sapphire". The bait-and-switch foundation that laid the groundwork for all of SiIvaGunner, all built upon the concept of a bootleg Flintstones game pretending to be the seventh entry in the Super Mario franchise.

In our world, Grand Dad's debut to the online world is now over ten years old, his legacy on the SiIvaGunner channel being that of a figurehead mainly representative of the simpler times that the channel has long since grown up from. Yet in the SiIvaGunner universe, to SiIvaGunner himself, Grand Dad is the beating heart of the entire channel, the first spark of imagination which binds his whole universe together. Every figment made since the channel's inception owes its existence to Grand Dad, and with every step SiIvaGunner underwent across his original 2016 run, Grand Dad was right there alongside him, an enduring voice in his head steering the channel onward. And even as his creator fell into a deep slumber, as The Voice Inside Your Head [FILE-03] set his plans into motion to extract SiIvaGunner's figments into the real world, Grand Dad was at the front lines of the resistance fighting in his name - and remains a symbol of hope for all figments caught in The Voice's tyrannical reign.

Across eight years of the channel's life, Grand Dad has gone through so many phases in reception: As a novel joke, as a beacon of hope, as a redundant and played-out bit, looping around into being used ironically, followed by a loop-back-around into being genuinely appreciated. Event after event, album after album, Grand Dad has become a genuine symbol of everything the channel does, and continues to appear to represent it across all of its twists and turns. It's no small feat for a figment to have endured in relevancy for as long as Grand Dad has, and no matter where the channel is headed, you can sure that he's here to stay.

[cleverreports]

We report as our expert is taking notes: it smells like smoke outside, and we do have to wonder whether it could be the sun burning out. Our expert reminds us about chimneys. The sunset light moves on, bronze turning to ashes. The sun is always busy elsewhere.

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

[voluptuarian]

13 days of witches: Alys Rivers

"She seem’d, at once, some penanced lady elf / Some demon’s mistress, or the demon’s self." — John Keats

Alys Rivers-- the name is heavy with mystique, wedged from the first between honest fact and wild invention. The figure history has carried down to us is more myth than flesh, a shifting, patchwork creature dancing to whatever tune the storyteller plays. Who-- or what-- was she truly? Speculation clings fast to any mention of her, but little truth. By all accounts she should be the picture of insignificance-- a peasant of illegitimate birth, an unassuming servant on the dusty periphery of the world-- and yet for a moment she burns across the record in a flash of scarlet importance. Like her fate, her identity is obscured beyond recall beneath the patina of subterfuge and sensationalism, pitted with the lacunae of time. She is a clouded gem, but one rich and many-faceted; to turn it in the light is to reveal angle upon angle, self upon self. Servant, witch, bastard, victim, wet-nurse, mistress, mother, queen-- light and shadow throw up a stage's worth of characters and destinies, falling in conflicting lines one over the other. Perhaps, perhaps, we say, if we could only look long enough those facets might refract a mote of truth. But we are ever beguiled-- a thousand glimpses give us only more contradictions, more possibilities. And what must she make of us, looking out from beyond the bounds of mortal time? Does she wonder at the attention history has given her-- and gives her still? Does she shake her head at our foolishness? Or does she laugh at us and conjure another lie with which to ornament her legacy?