#You guys have weird tastes

[undertale-writing-times]

Wait I did that wrong-

Can I request 57. “you can’t escape my love.”

With Blue please?

Sorry I asked twice-

Here you go! I hope you had fun :D

Uhhh so I guess there is some kidnapping in this, hints of murder. It's a yandere thing, what do you expect? Lol. I had fun writing it! It got to a little over 1000 words.

"You can't escape my love." was the last thing that you heard before you felt pain on the side of your head and before everything went dark around you.

But that was getting pretty far ahead in the story, wasn't it? I'm sure you want to know exactly what led you up to this point, right? Yeah! Okay, so it started a long time ago, when you first met Berry. At first, he was really sweet! He loved to spend time with you, but he didn't try to force you to spend time with him. He said that he understood that you had other friends, but then those friends suddenly started to avoid you? You weren't sure why, and you spoke to Berry about it, honestly feeling a little hurt that they would just start avoiding you out of nowhere.

Berry comforted you during that time, telling you that those guys didn't know what they were missing! But hey, at least you still had him, right? You smiled and agreed since, yeah, he was right; you still had him!

Then weird things started to happen.

Whenever you two were together, people seemed almost afraid to talk to you, and one time when you looked at Berry, you were sure that you saw that his sockets were empty and he was glaring at the person you were trying to talk to, but when you blinked, he looked normal and was smiling at you. Maybe you were seeing things?

And another thing was that whenever you went out with anyone, Berry would call and ask what you were up to! It was like he knew that you were with someone else, and... you felt guilty. It was the strangest feeling, to feel guilty about just spending time with someone other than him. It isn't like he was even your boyfriend! Or datemate, like monsters used. You two were just friends... right?

Then it happened.

You decided to see what Berry was doing, and you went to his house! His brother, Stretch, wasn't home because he was hanging out with Oscar. You heard faint sounds coming from inside, and without thinking too much, you went in. You figured that, hey, Berry came into your house without knocking, so you should be able to do the same, right?

The noises were coming from the basement! Hey, you know what? You never even remembered that they had a basement... you've never been down there before, so you slowly walk towards the door and touch the doorknob, but jolt when you feel your soul shiver and a voice says from behind you, "Y/n! You're here; what are you doing?" You yelp and turn quickly to see that it was Berry who was smiling at you.

His eyeshines weren't in the normal star shapes, but instead just circles. You two stared at each other until he turned his head slightly to the side, and you realized that, hey, you needed to say something! So you laugh and rub your neck, saying, "Sorry, I thought you were down there... do you have something down there? I heard sounds." He chuckles, shaking his head, and reaches over to take your hand. "Nope!" He says, "Just some old dusty machines. Let's go to my room." He starts to drag you up the stairs, but you look over your shoulder.

Why did you feel like you were in danger?

What was going on? It really did feel like you were in danger, but that didn't make sense! It was just Berry, right? Berry was... Berry was your friend.

You two spent time together, with him telling you about what Stretch was doing and how he was happy to be out of the underground, but not being able to be part of the royal guard was so lame! You laughed, telling him that you thought he was an awesome guard. He hummed happily at that, his tail swishing, and you saw the eyeshines go into star shapes. Hehe cute... 

Then his phone started to ring. "Oh! It's the queen. I have to take this; I'll be right back, Y/n." He nudges his skull against yours, humming happily, then hops up and hurries out. You heard footsteps, then what you thought was the front door shutting. You were thinking about the basement now, wondering what kind of machines would be down there.

While thinking, you decided to just go for it. The worst thing that could happen is that he would get upset with you for going down there, but he would forgive you! You knew that. With a breath, you stood up and headed down. The second you touched the knob, your heart started pounding... it was like everything was telling you to go back; however, you wouldn't do that. You opened the door and started to go down the stairs slowly, your eyes scanning around. It was dark, and there was a weird, rusty smell.

When you got down and started to feel along the wall for the light switch, your hand felt wet. What the heck? Then you flicked the light and pulled your hand back to look at it, and a deep red covered your fingers, causing your eyes to widen and you lift your head.

Along the walls were a lot of pictures, almost all of them of you. They were spread out, and a lot of them looked like they had taken you without your knowing that he was there. The only machine in there was what you touched before—the cold metal covered in the red liquid that now stained your fingers. It smelled strange down here.

"What the hell?" You whisper to yourself, holding your hands close to your chest. You felt sick to your stomach, so you mumbled, "I need to get the hell out of here." Even if Berry wasn't dangerous, something about this seemed wrong. Then you heard the voice and felt the pain before you got knocked out.

Welp... he did tell you not to go down there! I feel like you only have yourself to blame.

[naturecalls111]

me n my vamp bf

[xanderscollection]

"Growing up is realising a (random ship) you loved is actually weird and bad"

Yeah? Is it? Great, I love it even more. The worse it is the Better.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Calvin Rose finds a catatonic teenager roaming the streets and… well, the poor kid looks dead on his feet, and it’s raining cats and dogs, he can’t just leave him there.

And, it’s fine. He’s just passing through (can’t risk more with the Court still at large) and will be back on the road come morning. And he’ll sleep easier knowing he kept the kid from certain death.

So, really, how the hell did he end up with the very same kid riding shotgun and nagging him to turn up the radio to Phoebe Bridgers?

[dogboymutual]

hi everyone. letting you all know that i find the clicker game about the guy who likes clicking. the one called clickolding. that one. it's. hhot

[katrinawritesthings]

shinee but as those fucked up cartoon character popsicles

obsessed with drawing people as these things

[scribbling-waffle]

Finally started a new Stardew save. This was the third sentence Alex said to me.

My farmer is going to marry this weird little egg slurping freak.

[bedforddanes75]

do you have any fanfiction recs??

I DO!!!!!! im honoured that someone's thought of Me to ask for recs omg... anyway theyll be under the cut because making long posts without a cut makes me feel mean

okay im assuming u mean gatty cos. its Me so sorry if u didnt 😞 smut is marked with * btw!!! (also before i start i'm sorry to everyone i tag i Hate tagging it's really scary.) SO. in no specific order. let's go

love me to death* by...somebody who i do not know the tumblr of (sorry) is amazing. i'd also recommend everything else by this person, too, because all of it is beautiful.

all the king's horses by the wonderful @allylikethecat is one of my all time faves, it just makes me want to scream and cry and yell and jump up and down. in a very, very good way!! (also, it has horses, so.)

the big light by @betweenthings2 is for real godsent, and i would die to be able to write like this!!!!! (but if u do then tw for speak of s/a!! keep urself safe!) it's beautiful and sad and sad and sad and wonderful. again, i'd recommend everything else by them, too!!! (also loads of crisps because it got updated like three seconds ago, and i Love It)

in the search for it, inside of you* by @arainesque is so beautifully sad, and the best thing ever. it's so soft and wonderful and lovely and aaaaaahhh!!! the way she wrote their dynamic makes my heart ACHE. obsessed always :(((((<3

how little i really know (about the things that matter)* OH MY GOD. farm boy george. literally almost entirely what inspired deus like it's AMAZING. beautiful and i love it so much

roadkill, again, by @betweenthings2 because she's genuinely amazing and deserves nine hundred thousand billion kudos on every single fic <3 (tw for restrictive (i think) EDs btw!!) i think if i read this while not in a good mood i would explode and die. it's amazing

into my spiral patterns you (my love) by @lookedlikethebins which is in progress rn is HWHSKJSJSJ. beautiful. obsessed with how they've written george in this one <3

okay im Very sorry to everyone who i tagged here i genuinely hate tagging people so much it makes me SICK but i kinda felt bad speaking about fics and Not tagging people. LORD. someone give me a tumblr etiquette class

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Round 2 Match 25

[leucoratia]

Kraz, royal healer

Kraz (Razzy if they like you(but they like everyone)(except Jerry)) is a human (?) mage who voluntarily exiled themselves to the underground to follow monsterkind during the war. They are later appointed royal healer by the king and queen and has devoted themselves to the betterment of monster society ever since. They are the only human the royal scientist ever tolerated (although would you call sharing lab coats and beds tolerating or...something else?)

Information

-Species : mage (half monster, half human)

-Age : older than the barrier. As long as they will to live, it appears that a mage cannot age.

-Gender : apparently born a female, although it is unclear how sexual dimorphism develops in mages. Kraz does not specifically care.

-Soul : Green

-Height : 1.99m (6'5)

-Hair colour : Black (somehow iridescent ?)

-Eye colour : deep dark brown. Their sclera is grey as well.

-Build : sickly thin, actually skin and bones. They never eat much of anything, claiming that they do not need a lot of food. It worries people quite a lot, especially Toriel, but they have been like this for hundreds of years so... at least they're not dead ? Still, they scare the kids.

-Personnality : a sweet, calming presence. They exude an aura which makes anyone around them feel at peace. Although they are quite akward and generally anxious, they smile easily and brightly. Kraz is very friendly, caring, and kind to a fault. has quite an outdated manner of speech. A jokester. Always does their best to please people around them. Deeply devoted. Probably has some sort of attention deficit. Easily fascinated. Suffers from chronic bird behaviour (will bring you trinkets??).

-Likes : gardening, playing the piano, cooking, puzzles, collecting shiny trinkets, science, herbal medicine, cultivating bacteria, gift giving, late 1800's fashion, dark spaces, funny socks, Gaster.

-Dislikes : loud noises (especially clamoring crowds), being watched, sudden movements, bright reflective surfaces, small enclosed spaces, bitter foods.

Backstory

Kraz was born to a human mother and a monster father during the war, as mages often are. Abandoned by their mother, who could not endure the shame of their birth, they were taken under their father’s wing and raised amongst a small monster village. Early on, they manifested an extremely intense green soul and spectacular magical power, even for a mage. Although unequipped and unprepared to nurture such potential, the monsters in Kraz's community did their best to encourage the toddler's magical prowess, such as having them heal cuts and bruises, or speed up a few carrots' growth. But as war progressed, human armies swept through monster territory and eventually raided the child's village, pillaging and slaughtering everyone in their path. In these times mages were rare, being the product of monster-human relationships, but extremely sought after by humanity, who could only manifest minor magic potential. Stumbling upon the young Kraz and recognising in their physiology the traits of a "hybrid", human soldiers immediately identified them as a mage and took them away to be raised amongst humans. Their father, if he ever survived the attack, never stopped looking for his little bird until his dust settled on the ground. And so Kraz was raised in human war camps and settlements, amongst soldiers and other mages. Being so young, they only ever had vague memories of their time amongst monsters and soon put them to rest. As they grew, their healing powers grew with them, and it was soon clear to the commanders that Kraz may as well be the most spectacular healer that they had ever known, capable of rising men at death's door back on their feet and ready to fight in mere minutes. Suffice to say, as one of their greatest asset, they were sent from battlefield to battlefield, from division to division in order to rise the almost dead and reinforce the dwindling human forces. But they had a fault. Kraz, at their heart, was kind. Compassionate. Caring. And oh so, so young still, no more than fifteen. And the pain, the suffering inflicted by and to monsters broke their soul into pieces. See, despite all the propaganda, they could never quite bring themselves to hate monsters. Hate half of themselves. And so in the midst of the battle's confusion, in secret, they would slip a hand or a green bullet towards a bleeding frog here. A dusting lion there. They wished they could just run to them and pour their whole magic into the wounded, but the human soldiers watched them. Always. But eventually, as war was nearing its end, temptation was too great. They could take it no more. And so during a bloody battle, they slipped away from the soldiers surrounding them and ran to a fallen monster, who was already dusting away. A skeleton. The young mage fell to their knees, reaching for the monster's broken face with magic already at their fingertips and reassurances spilling from their lip, and poured everything they had left as the soldier tried to struggle and speak. He barely was able to call to them, in a language they didn't know, his bones just starting to reform, but fate is oh so cruel. Kraz could only slip their guard's attention for so long, and just as life started to flicker back in the man's face, they were torn off his bloodied body and promptly covered in his dust, their work undone by the fall of a sword. As the soldiers dragged the teen away, they could only claw down at the dusty floor to rack up the dust, and a nametag. Dingbats.

"Traitor", they were deemed. "An error of nature", "a freak", they were called. But a valuable freak nonetheless. Their magical abilities were still wholly unmatched through all of the land. They were needed. And so Kraz was beaten down, corrected, whipped back into shape. Into following orders. Royals spoke of banishment. Of a barrier. And they needed mages.

Finally, monsters were defeated. They were to be sealed underground. Kraz and the other mages assembled, staring down at a beaten monsterkind, a sea of eyes and bleeding hearts crying out at them as they chanted the words.

They couldn't do it. They couldn't.

They ran to them.

As the barrier rose up, this child fell to their knees in front of Asgore and Toriel and begged them to let them stay. To right this wrong. To help. They did.

And so Kraz poured their heart out. It wasn't easy, getting monsters to accept human help, even though they shared some physical traits. They slaved away for nothing in return, growing crops magically in dead ground and never taking even a grain of wheat for themselves. Endlessly imbuing water with their energy to create remedies for everyone. Only accepting the bare minimum of food to stay alive, even though they felt as if they were tearing this food away from the hands of the needy. They tried so, so hard to repair humanity's sins. Clear their name in the eyes of monsters.

And eventually, it somewhat worked. Instead of frowns, they were faced with smiles. Children stopped crying when they saw the healer's incomplete beak and started to spare them a smile. The elderly stopped refusing treatment from them. And even though they still had to face a seemingly unclimbable wall as they began further studies in medicine, biology and microbiology, chemistry, agricultural sciences, magical studies, anything to broaden their knowledge and help, they made it. (No thanks to the shy, awkward, standoffish and straight up rude engineering-chemistry-physics student which whom the king and queen pushed Kraz to hang out with. They said that it would "help the both of you, you kids would work beautifully together". Not that the mage minded, as a matter of fact they quite enjoyed his presence and always did their best to be agreeable and overall lovely company; but the skeleton never quite seemed to get over his absolute loathing of humans. Oh well, no matter. They'll keep trying anyways.). Eventually they did succeed and ascended to the position of "tolerable fellow student who I regularly hang out with" in the eyes of their adversary. When Kraz got their first doctorate, in medicine, WingDings even cracked a smile. And as the two completed their studies, the now mage-doctor was promoted to "acceptable collaborator". A win for the ages!

Kraz finally moved out of the derelict place they were practicing medicine in since the war to a more acceptable place (which was, well, their newly furnished house, courtesy of the royal family for their friendship and as a congratulatory gift for their doctorate) and kept working as always. But with an official title to strengthen their position, and what some may call a reluctant friend, things seemed lighter. Monsters were flocking to their office, business (which was still free but their patients insisted on leaving little somethings) was booming, their ties to their fellow "collaborator " deepening, and the doctor became sincerely appreciated in their community. Maybe not in all monsterdom yet, memories of the war never quite fading, but it was progress. Things were going well.

But it seemed that fate had other plans.

One day, plague broke out. The illness decimated monster populations, entire families perishing from an unknown condition.

And Kraz, oh Kraz, tried everything. Every spell, every potion, every cure they could think of. Nothing worked. They asked for help to the other healers, consulted with other scientists, even asked the engineers if they could think of something, anything. Nothing worked. They could only watch as the malady swept through monsters, powerless to watch them die, just like they did during the war.

No. No.

They would not stand for it, they would not STAND FOR THIS !! They will find a cure. At any cost.

They locked themselves in their laboratory.

One day. Two days.

Three days.

Six days.

Eight days.

Their colleagues had tried banging on the door, shouting at them to come out, to go home, they would not answer. They called for the doctor’s friends, to no avail. Eventually, it was WingDings Gaster, the royal scientist himself, to be at their door threatening them to “kick their feathery ass if it’s the last thing he does” in order to get them to open the damn door.

No answer.

But the royal scientist was a stubborn man. And when words failed, he proceeded to take the door’s security system apart and barge into the lab, only to be taken aback by the stench. He covered his non-existent nose with a sleeve and bit back the urge to let last night’s dinner see the light of day again, ushering the doctor’s worried coworkers away. It reeked of illness. It reeked of plague. The skeleton, being the only one without lungs and hence immune to all airborne diseases, made his way through the mess of papers, vials and…patches of blood and hair…to the form bent over his friend’s table. Kraz was staring straight at him with their big, beady dark eyes which seemed to be glazed over. They looked even paler than they usually do, which is to say whiter than snow, and seemed so frail that they could snap at any moment. Their face was also swimming in what seemed to be bloodied spit, over a mountain of papers scribbled with words that made no sense. Suffice to say, they looked like death itself. They looked dead.

It was as if Gaster’s bones were made of ice. Barely thinking, he grabbed his friend’s limp body, by Asgore were they TALL, and zapped away somewhere safe. Somewhere clean. His place, apparently.

He cleaned Kraz. Changed them. Laid them in bed. Listened to their delirious babbles, relieved that at least they were alive. In a moment of clarity, the doctor pleaded him to retrieve some instruments from their lab and conduct a series of tests on samples of their blood, which he was urged to collect daily.

“I need to help them Dings. Please. Please, I beg of you, do this for them. Or else I would have done this for nothing. Please.”

Eventually, the unthinkable happened. They got better, the little colour their cheeks normally had returned. As soon as the healer could walk again, they were out of their friend’s house and back in their lab (ignoring everyone’s admonishments). Barely a week later, there was a cure for the seemingly incurable plague.

Monsterkind was saved.

And everything was truly fine. Kraz was promoted to Royal Doctor (a fact they endlessly teased Gaster with, because Now you can’t boss me around anymore mister science man), was granted a whole department in the Hotland labs, and was now revered though the kingdom! Their promotion to head doctor was also accompanied by another, to the exclusive rank of “beloved special stupid idiot who gave themselves the plague” in the soul of a certain someone. They weren’t going to live that one down anytime soon. But well, when the royal scientist’s coworkers noticed that his lunch was packed daily in the common room fridge with “Do not forget nourishment today dear, I will see you tonight at our usual, -A stupid idiot “stuck to it, let’s say that the air in the Core labs was decidedly more pleasant. And Alphys, a young intern that the Doctor befriended during one of their numerous visits to their collaborator-friend-lover(?),  could barely contain her gushing to anyone that might listen.

Yes. Times were good.

Until a human fell.

[battlevann]

People stopped being like. weird about vampires a while ago (in the "I don't mind that you're a vampire but I'm not letting you inside unless I have a stake on me" way, people still want to fuck vampires) but Valsartan keeps forgetting that and so he kind of just keeps running with his old over complicated reasons for why he's Like That™ instead of thinking of normal ones.

also 90℅ of the time people can tell. like. "you do know that we know you're a vampire right? it's important to us that you know that."

[telesodalite]

I need to be weirder about the scavengers and cannibalism...

[vaguely-concerned]

I think rye really likes chocolate, but like... mostly very very dark chocolate. boring bitter barely sweetened adult person chocolate, to the point where most of the others find it borderline inedible. it's a regular occurrence for someone to raid the lighthouse kitchen for snacks and light up like 'ooooh wait we've got chocolate???' and someone else has to go 'yeah but it's only rook chocolate tho sorry :/'. 'oh okay :')'

[fandomsoda]

Being an extremely sapphic person in the utmv fandom is kind of weird because I often feel out of place amongst people going crazy over masc characters who I just physically cannot see any appeal in.

Like what do y’all mean Fell, Horror, and Nightmare are hot??? Just in their base appearances??? Like yeah they can be and they can be visually interesting, but y’all think they’re THE hottest characters this fandom has to offer? I just do not get it. Where is the appeal.

[rowanthestrange]

Me whenever two Doctor Who characters get shipped together on screen: “So which one of you is the Doctor, and which is the Master?”

[ladejemonadee]

there are some ships regarding seabury that i do Not like at all but if i said anything i think people would hate me forever and ever and call me a purist or something