#also that's so valid XD

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I'VE SAID IT ONCE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN

FARMHAND VIRGIL

EMO FARMHAND

BIG STRONK MAN

CARE FOR ANIMALS

FARMHAND VIRGIL

(I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FARMS I'M A CITY BOY IN THE STATE OF CORN. BUT STILL. FARMHAND VIRGIL.)

— 👑

HELL Y E S FARMHAND VEE!!! Let him be a Buff Emo taking care of some animal babies and tending crops!!!

[fantasma-de-la-cueva]

Well, returning to the Gouenji simp side after having my Shadow simp phase for a while (but defintly not abandoning it) and having watched Sonic 3 and enjoyed how my “monster.zip-running in hedgie hardware-that works on a weird mix of puppy/cat software” son got portrayed as cute, badass and bloodlusted bastard at the same time…

Its me or in the Inazuma eleven fandom we don’t talk enough about how this lil’ pookie guy can kill someone with a soccer ball or a well placed kick? I mean, he has magic soccer + the highest kick stat in the game, sooo…

Also, the fact that he turned into one of the most dangerous terrorists in Japan for a while even if its tragic and was for the greater good at the end

[dipplinduo]

Scrapped Content for The Dichotomy In Our Hearts

Where have I been? Ah. Well. Would you believe me if I told you I have been writing and rewriting the same chapter across this past like...week? xD

I have been working through a series of ideas for chapter updates, but I've been very very stuck on The Dichotomy In Our Hearts.

When I tell you. I have written this one scene. OVER AND OVER. LOOOOL.

Ultimately, I've realized the voice of DIOH comes from a sweeter/reflective/"grow through growing pains" kind of tone. Not as much of a conflict-driven/angsty/"Kieran can you please chill the edge bc you're lowkey toxic chain'd" one, like with what you might see me write in Sweet & Sour Dipplins. And lemme tell you, it feels sooooo good to have this breakthrough, because one thing I've been actively trying to do with DIOH is distinguish it from S&S D across the board (but especially with Kieran & Juliana's characterizations & dynamics).

So that being said, I'm gonna rework the last two chapters. I was originally going to have them come out as part of a bigger update in general, but if you've been following this story you've honestly waited long enough, lol. So! I'm prioritizing this. Next update from me will come out within a few days with the conclusion of this story. <3 In the meantime, I figured I should share some of the scrapped work I had - it's a good scene on its own, but you'll see a different version of this scene play out in a more effective way within Chapter 4. :)

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Kieran huffed out a breath of the furious storm that had festered inside of him. He had hoped his time decompressing in the frosty woods would freeze over the raw cut to his already withering pride, but it proved to no avail as he walked along the cobblestone pathway to his home. He relished in what remained of the short-lived comfort he obtained through casting himself to the shadows as his home’s lingering lights began to expose his wounds back to the watching world. The rays were an anomaly for this time of night; his grandfather had always had a strict rule of dimming the house before bed, and Kieran was highly certain it was too late for people to be awake. 

He braced himself with a careful inhale as he quietly stepped up to the shoji before him, and the door felt like a paper barrier between the last of his solitude and judgment itself. They couldn’t have been waiting up to lecture him some more, could they? At this point, he didn’t need any punishment beyond the torment of his self-criticism. He knew he was rash and reckless. He knew he was lucky the little boy was okay. 

He just wished he was better. It was another moment he could’ve used to prove himself, but he blew it. Again.

 The guilt already gripped into him mercilessly. It seemed as if the history of his inexcusable failures enjoyed repeating themselves - no matter how hard he tried to remedy them by pushing himself - and it seemed as if the world would do anything but retire the spotlight from him while he dug his grave further into the lifeless ground. The real salt in the wound was the dramatic irony of how he had failed this time, though. 

Once again, his efforts were fruitless. Once again, Juliana had stepped in so effortlessly. Once again, she is showered in praise while he is showered in shame. 

And of course she bore witness to his humiliation.

Kieran clenched his jaw tightly as he slid the shoji. He remained stealthy, but still nonetheless moved swiftly to rip the band-aid off to whatever awaited him indoors. He squinted his sensitive eyes against the blaring, toasty lights - they were more powerful than what had seeped through to the front porch - and the illuminance from the lamps refracted warm hues off of the yellow-orange walls. Minus the scattered lights, the house was void of his noisy family members. They must’ve all retreated to their beds as Kieran would reasonably predict.  As Kieran’s vision adjusted to his bright and tidy home, his movements slowed to the sight before him. He stepped inside in a manner that was as Dedenne as he attempted to survey the situation.

Juliana was curled up against the kotatsu in an awkward position - one that looked far from comfortable. It appeared as if she had fallen asleep entirely by accident; she had donned her usual attire instead of the pajamas she was meant to borrow, and she was sitting up rather than lying down into the kotatsu’s blanket that poorly covered her lap. Her back was hunched over so she could rest her cheek against her forearms, which were somewhat sprawled along the wooden surface of the kotatsu. Her Deerling-like eyes remained sealed shut as Keiran inched closer, and there was a subtle droop in her parted jaw as she softly breathed. Odd touches of flyaways and frizz decorated her waved, somewhat messy hair, and Kieran noted slight creases that wrinkled in a hidden gray underneath her eyes. 

Was she waiting up for him? 

It was yet another moment that felt stolen and improper. When he observed her, he could see nothing but a much more vulnerable aspect of his rival that he felt he wasn’t meant to experience.

It was yet another moment that felt stolen and improper. When he observed her, he could see nothing but a much more vulnerable aspect of his rival that he felt he wasn’t meant to experience. She was supposed to be unyielding and ruthless with limitless capabilities. An obstacle in his path that he could overcome to clear his conscience.

Kieran bit the corner of his lip and exhaled slowly - the bewildering tugs of emotions on either end only added to his already building frustration. He quietly snagged the patchworked, quilted blanket that was draped along the plush sofa nearby her - why she couldn’t just resign herself on that at the minimum, Kieran didn’t know - and carefully wrapped it around her narrow shoulders. As he turned to leave, a gentle touch around some of his fingers caused him to gasp. 

“Ki…Ki-”

Kieran’s mouth suddenly felt dry as his heart skipped a beat. 

“-eran,” Juliana finished, and the weird sensation in his chest rallied heat around him. Why was he imagining she would call him…?

The touch around his middle and ring finger became a soft grip as Juliana stirred and began rubbing her face. Now that she was awake, reality struck him back into his senses and he suddenly felt as restless as he was in the woods. 

Kieran tried to keep his voice even as he spoke. "Juliana, it's late. Ya’ should go to bed," 

Juliana blinked sleepily as she sat up, still holding his hand. "I was worried about you," she murmurs. "Are you okay?"

Kieran nearly pulled his hand away as the realization dawned on him. So this was what it was all about: pity.

She was the hero who looked down on him and pitied him before anything else.

The epiphany was a coarse grain of salt rubbing in his wounds, but it was somehow the easiest and most sensible thing to believe than any lingering alternatives. "Why do you care so much?" he snapped, immediately regretting his harsh tone but feeling unable to stop himself. "You don't need to pretend to be worried about me."

Juliana flinched as she became more alert. “Why would I pretend to be worried?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Kieran spat as he snatched his hand away. 

“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me?” Juliana asked firmly as she rose, a hint of anxiety in her defensiveness. “Is this about Peacharunt?”

“It’s about way more than that.” Kieran tightened his fists as he steadied his gaze on a chair cushion, readying his words like canons. “You won again. Ya’ always do. I don’t need your pity as a consolation prize.” 

“I’m not trying to pity you,” Juliana countered. “I just know that things have been hard lately, and I-”

Kieran turned to face her, his voice almost trembling as the pain in her face brought out some of his own. “That’s why ya’ came here in the first place, right? I just mess everything up left and right. Ya’ just want ta’ keep an eye on me and fix my mistakes. ‘Cause I’m so horrible.”

Juliana stepped closer and spoke softly enough to make the hair behind Kieran’s neck raise. “Kieran, you’re not horrible at all. But you’re acting like you are, and you keep pushing people away. You’re pushing me away.”

Juliana’s cries fell on deaf ears as the anger flared inside of Kieran, directionless. An ugly mix of self-loathing, resentment, and deep-seeded insecurity oozed uncontrollably as he spat out his words. "Stop beatin’ around the bush, everyone knows that I can't ever measure up to you!” His voice cracked with the weight of his emotions, and he turned away again, unable to face her and complete his thought. How even his own grandparents trusted her battle skills over his.

“This isn’t a competition. I’m not trying to compete with you,” Juliana breathed unevenly, as if there was something unsteady brewing in her.

Kieran's eyes narrowed, his frustration boiling over. "Ya’ think it's not a competition? It's always a competition! Everyone is always comparing us, and I always come up short. Do ya’ even know what that's like?” Kieran continued as Juliana opened her mouth in protest. “Ya’ don’t. ‘Cause you’re always the hero everyone wants and loves. You are perfect,” Kieran spat as an insult as he ran out of breath. 

A pulsating surge of shock struck Kieran as his rival’s voice grew uncharacteristically intense. "You think I'm perfect? You think I don’t have struggles? That I don’t actually care about you at all?” Her voice cracked before becoming small and hushed. “How could you say such a thing?”

His eyes danced between hers in anguish, and he messily attempted to somewhat soften his outburst as he recalled her smile under the fireworks. “If you had any flaws they’d just be a work of art.” (MAKE CONTRADICTION MORE FLUID)

“I thought you of all people would know that I'm anything but perfect!” Juliana cried out, tears bursting down her face. “After everything you’ve seen me struggle with.”

As he witnessed the seams of her composure become undone, Kieran felt as if he was sinking, too. The tension in his fists released as he was taken aback, rendered speechless. 

Juliana continued to fall apart before him, using both of her hands to wipe her face repeatedly as her voice trembled. “I don’t fit in at the academy. I miss being at home. And the only person that really feels like a home is the one person I’m pitted against. You’ve seen me fail over and over again with all of these things. You’ve seen parts of me I haven’t shown anyone else. But you... you act like I’m this flawless person who just waltzes through life without a care. And it hurts, Kieran. It hurts because I care about you so much, and you don’t even see it.”

Kieran’s eyes widened as he was hit with a sudden sense of clarity. He began to blink rapidly as he recalled the intimacy and affection he had misread as a threat. Her giddiness, her eagerness to accompany him and cling to him, her interest in his thoughts and moods. A tingle ruptured inside him as he pieced everything together. 

She���liked him? 

It felt like a haughty deduction, but it was the only way he could make sense of such strong feelings. He wasn’t sure what to make of it - what he was even supposed to do with it. Kieran hesitantly reached out an arm around the shaking girl’s back and nudged her forward. His hyperawareness grew as she collapsed into him as she sobbed, curling her fingernails around arms. It felt as she was slipping down, and Kieran unintentionally dropped to the floor with her as she buried herself against him. 

It was a moment he was entirely unprepared for and could never predict. There was a part of him that felt good - as if his damaged ego was stroked and given value. There was another that raved about the attention he was receiving, to have someone fight because they cared. There was another part that was disgusted at himself for those feelings. There was another that couldn’t make sense of Juliana and her multidimensionality. Was he wrong about her? Does he have the right to be mad at her? Is he even mad at her? Why would she have a crush on him, if she even did? Kieran felt as if he was short-circuiting from the swirling contemplation. 

He was ages away from speaking as Juliana continued to blubber. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do! I don’t know how to make up for what happened with Ogerpon! And it breaks my heart to keep seeing you get so angry without knowing how to fix it!” 

"Juliana, I..." he starts, staring aimlessly at the wall behind her as his voice trails off. “I didn’t realize…” 

"Of course you didn't," she weakly replies against him to the point where it was difficult to hear. "You're too busy seeing me as this perfect person who has it all together, like everyone else. Well, I'm not. And it hurts, Kieran. It hurts.” She repeated, nearly nonsensical.

(Below are notes that follow the direction of the scene):

Kieran feels guilty and hugs Juliana awkwardly

I'm sorry/angry at self / feels disarmed by Juliana's crying

His thoughts eventually grow quiet as she sags further against him and nearly falls asleep 

“We should both go to bed” wanted to escape but didn't want to leave, conflicted 

(J) I’m sorry if I was being too much

(K): Thats the second time you said that/improved ability to observe Juliana

Was she afraid of taking up space? Starts to see how difficult that must be

Closes door abruptly, holds his hands to his face where Juliana touched him

~EMBARRASSED EMO ~ / Reflection on duality of relationship

[high-noon-raccoon]

Our party badass and resident boomer, Sarah, who despite being "the responsible one" accidentally signed on with a literal supervillain to pilot this mech. I think we have to fight said supervillain next session. :despair:

Apologies about the Glaze, I know it doesn't really play well with my particular style of work but I'm not comfortable posting art on tumblr anymore without it. If you'd like, there's a cleaner version up on my Bluesky.

[yupuffin]

Speechless watching Neuvillette's Character Demo.

A nation where trials are publicized and hence the "entertainment" aspect is prioritized over their legal function is already cruel enough. But it gets even more poignant when you consider that the Chief Justice, who presides over all of these trials, who excels at his job due to his sternness and authoritative presence, is actually a highly considerate and sensitive guy, one you might even call soft on the inside, and his work brings so much intense internal tumult--conveyed by the auditory and visual chaos during the trial in the demo--that no one knows about just because he's not very expressive by social conventions. And it's tied back to the in-game lore neatly with the metaphorical bow of the rain imagery: in-game dialogue heavily implies (just one tiny step down from outright states) that Fontaine's rain is the manifestation of Neuvillette's tears, and the loudest and busiest parts of the trial in the demo are accompanied--almost overshadowed--by driving rain and rumbling thunder.

Then the trial ends, and it's finally quiet. Neuvillette has a second or two of tranquility.

And then Furina reminds us again of the true social purpose of court proceedings in Fontaine: trials can't be sufficiently dramatic and entertaining if they're too short!

As if it's not atrocious enough that the most grievous matters of the lives of civilians are made into a public spectacle, the entertainment value of a trial also takes priority over the degree to which it causes the Chief Justice, the one who manages court proceedings for a living, such emotional turmoil that he can barely focus. With trials serving a primarily theatrical function, the very real consequences, emotional and otherwise, whether they're evident in the participants' conduct or not, are effectively reduced to fiction with the sole purpose of engaging the audience.

I don't have a conclusion thought out for this post other than someone elsewhere said they didn't think the demo was very good and I disagree because it made me sad 🤣

[faceless-dude]

Flash, you-

[truly-quirkless]

@sparkles0n asked:

❝ where are you taking me ? ❞

[Prompted. || Accepting!]

Yagi let out a breath. He'd been holding Aoyama's arm for a minute, now- he let it go. It was through no pain towards the boy,...just disappointment in himself. Rage. He should have noticed. He should have seen it...and yet, he hadn't.

"....somewhere you and I can speak. Alone, young Aoyama." He should have noticed...that thought swirled in his head. He was meant to be All Might,...everyone's Hero.

Why couldn't he notice the suffering going on right under his nose?

Why hadn't he seen the pleas behind those eyes?

What information he'd been given...to him, it showed that Aoyama wasn't a villain. The kid was a wreck- another life destroyed. Another soul he'd failed to save. The anger in his voice wasn't for Yuga. It was directed at himself- but he doubted the kid would see it that way.

He felt like someone was ripping his soul apart- again.

[alchemicaladarna]

Little tangent about my journey with the QSMP fandom <3

First, I'm going to preface this post by saying, I wouldn't have been interested in the server, been introduced to so many communities, languages, and cultures, if not for the eggs and the admins. So, I initially gained interest when I saw a lot of people posting about Tallulah and.... Misclick duo (lmao) so I decided to check out what everybody was talking about mid-April 2023.

I watched Philza's April 29 VOD- "last" day of the eggs. Absolutely loved Chayanne and Phil planting potatoes because of Phil telling stories about Techno. Cried like a baby after. So now I'm invested.

I downloaded Twitch the next day, in time for the Brazilians' arrival. My main pov continued to be Philza, so I was a Crow for quite a while, mostly into the summer. I started watching Cellbit when the mystery really started to ramp up by the end of May.

Then Bobby died and everyone's reactions made me sob for like, a week.

Summer was probably the most time I've had fun watching QSMP. I don't know why, but it was such a good era, despite the discourse about elections lmao. I began to gravitate more towards watching Foolish's pov and when Jaiden began streaming every day, I had her as my main pov as well. Shoutout to the doozers and Jaiden mains <33

Then, Tina and Bagi arrived and I began religiously watching them as well for, uh. Reasons 🏳️‍🌈 XD. Got invested in Bagi's lore and then everybody became really busy during October so Bad and Bagi were pretty much the only ones consistently on the server XD.

Then, and only then, did I hear little whispers about q!Badboyhalo's soul vultures and possible death? And I got really really interested then. And that's where the Ghostie era started lmao. Up to now, Bad is the only person I'd watch consistently and keep up to date on his lore because well, after the soul vultures arc and especially Sweet Despair, you can't really go back to anything else after that you know?

Of course, without the QSMP, I don't think I would've discovered/re-discovered so many wonderful streamers like Fit, Tubbo, Étoiles, Mouse, or Baghera to name a few.

The past few weeks have probably been the shittiest and most anxiety-ridden weeks for me ever. But, I don't want all the negativity and anxiety to overshadow what was, for me, THE most special and unique fandom experience I've ever had. The QSMP is such a special project, there's no doubt about that. I want that to continue.

So, if this post can offer any sort of positivity and relieve some of the dread we've all been feeling, to any person from any community, that would mean so much to me already.

Send love to and the utmost kindness and care to any and all ex admins, and continue to show your support for the current admins too please. It will take a long time for this to be resolved, and it's terrifying I know, but all we can do is support each other and wait.

Remember to always take care of yourselves and no matter what happens, it always rains before you can see a rainbow right? So, in other words, things will become worse before they can get better. Idk what will happen with the QSMP, but know that life becomes better eventually. No matter the outcome, you'll be ok. We'll all be ok. <333

Edit: oh my god I just realized qsmp 1st anniversary isn't tomorrow. Today is the 20th djrjtbrbebd

There's still 2 days but um everything else I said is still true XDDDD

[starwrittenfates]

I just now realized---

I've had this blog for 1 year (October 10th, 2023.)

Happy late anniversary of sorts?

[metalandmagi]

As someone who lives in an apartment with upstairs neighbors who think it's okay to vacuum after midnight (when I often have to get up at 4 AM or earlier), I need to know if other people think this is appropriate. I was also just listening to a podcast where someone thinks it's totally fine to do that despite having downstairs neighbors. Who are you people!? Why do you think this is okay!?

[wispurring-moss]

@demisexual-in-distress truly u are doing the lord's work, Wrynne; you are Seen and you are Heard—and your forehead is now smooched for your valiant efforts!!! >:3c

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Oooh I just had another idea for the podcast au. What if they only had the information on the wikipedia page to convince Logan (at first), because they're just starting out and don't want to do like 3 pages worth of research for something that's supposed to be fun. (Like they enjoy researching cryptids, but gathering and putting that information into thoughts is not their thing, that's Logan's. It stresses Virgil out too much, and Remus would forget to look at that much research after a while, he prefers rambling imo.)

(This is also maybe so I don't burn myself out writing the first few chapters of this dhdhdhdh)

-g

OOOOH!!! I L O V E that!!! I can imagine one of them reading the wiki page and Lo is slightly skeptical at first but once the beloveds explain and back up their case he's like "Yeah okay that makes sense you've won me over" XD

[giantkillerjack]

Ya know. I spent most of my life with horrible painful soul-crushing social anxiety.

And after about 25 years of continuous hard work, suddenly, people started pointing out - to my utter bafflement - that I had, in fact, achieved my lifelong dream of being charismatic. I'm 29 now; I feel comfortable in most social situations, and it is a very rare person whom I cannot make laugh.

I am, undoubtedly, finally, charismatic.

But do you know what I found?

I found that now that I have an understanding of which social rules serve which functions -- Now that I have an understanding of just how much damage my awkwardness was doing to people, well,

I found that, actually, my awkwardness never really hurt anyone at all. People were just judgmental dicks to me about it.

Now that I have the skill-level to (most of the time) creatively vocalize what is in my head as soon as I think it and without fear, I can confirm once and for all what I had always suspected:

I was worth talking to when I was quiet.

I was worth talking to when I was awkward, and when the words in my head took time and patience to hear, and when most of my jokes didn't land. I was worth talking to the whole time.

So I just... I hope that if you've ever wondered whether you are worth communicating with, the answer is yes. Absolutely yes. Each of us has a soul worth sharing - and if you and I were talking, I would happily wait for you to speak (or communicate in other ways) without condescending, and I would never shame you for that harmless awkwardness that so many people feel the need to violently stomp out.

You are worth talking to. You just are. And you deserve people who will speak to you with kindness, with patience, and with the basic immutable respect owed to all people.

(I talk about this with some frequency, both on tumblr and in real life. At some point, maybe I'll gather all my thoughts on the matter into one post. At some point, I wrote about my personal experience trying to build my social skill. But I felt the need to say at least a little bit tonight after seeing this other lovely post, and I'm glad I did. It will happen again.)

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I'M SORRY THEY TOOK THE P I A N O??!?!!!?

[singsweetmelodies]

different anon, but there are so many (okay, not that many) fics where charles used to be with pierre and ends up with max, or pierre is pining while charles gets with max that i just really like when it's max->charles <--> pierre. something about how lestappen only has racing (if that) but pierre and charles have a relationship that developped beyond racing and they maintain the effort to keep it going despite increasing engagements. it's about pierre being chosen and not having to fight for validation or love.

oh my god, anon, YES. i was reading your ask nodding all the way through it like 🙏‼️ you are SO correct, friend!! in fact, this is something @boxboxbrioche and i have discussed at length - how we'd LOVE to see a fic where the "standard" (and in our opinion sickening, sorry, lol) trope of pierre-pining-for-charles-who-loves-max is INVERTED. let's have max pine for charles who is perfectly, beautifully happy with pierre!!!! because exactly like you said, anon: lestappen don't have any sort of relationship outside of racing, and even in racing, it's... they're friendly coworkers, at best. not friends. (charles has repeatedly said that pierre is his only real friend on the grid!!)

pierre and charles, though - they're genuinely friends and they genuinely love each other's company. like you said: they make an effort to stay close despite increasing engagements and hectic lives. they make an effort for each other - and if that isn't love, then what is? (not whatever charles and max have, that's for sure.)

perhaps i'm a bit petty, and too much of a pierre girl at heart - but oh my god, i HATE the way pierre tends to be portrayed in charles/max fics. either he's an asshole, or he's not even there (lol) or there's this whole idea that he might love charles but he can never have/deserve charles. i'm sorry, but to me that's BULLSHIT. charles has chosen pierre over and over - what more do you need? in short, anon, i couldn't agree more with you when you said "it's about pierre being chosen and not having to fight for validation or love." you are so so so SO right for that take 🙏 i am right there with you, and i crave a fic where it's never even questioned that pierre is the one who charles chooses. and it's max who has to fight for scraps of validation/love (because let's be honest, this is the most accurate portrayal, anyway!)

maybe briony and i will write this fic one day 👀❤️ but until then: thank you SO much for sharing your thoughts, anon, and i think i can safely speak for briony too when i say that we both agree COMPLETELY and you are 100% correct 🙏❤️

[bleue-flora]

well they also referred to him dying by the revival book as suicide experiments and i think even though this was directed to c!clingy and later c!tommy when c!dream brings it up again, it sounds like he's telling the truth because hes pointing out that c!tommy suiciding doesnt matter because he himself has experienced suicide before, it would be weird for c!dream to lie to c!tommy in that scene because if he lied there than his logic doesn't work, there also isnt a need to lie here when he could have just said "i died by the revival book" but he chose to call it suicide experiments

[context]

“dying by the revival book”? That um… that doesn’t make sense. I’m gonna say that might be a translation error which kinda makes this hard to respond to… But I don’t think Dream needs to point out that they’ve specially tested suicide after saying they tested every way to die, in order to highlight that Tommy’s suicide would have been made meaningless because of the book. He also doesn’t have to personally experience suicide for that fact to be true. - I have a book that makes death meaningless - remains valid logic regardless, especially since it ain’t like Tommy’s one to think logically or fact check Dream lol. Like Dream could say I’m gonna put Skeppy in this 2x1 hole in the wall and Tommy take it as perfectly reasonable logic. ;D In other words, Dream could’ve made the same point in the second stream about Tommy’s suicide being undone by the book, even without saying anything about testing the revive book or testing it by suicide. It doesn’t really matter, he was using the book to justify past behavior anyways, presumably before the experiments.

Why lie? Well, he made that comment in the statement that was setting up the saw trap room, which they clearly don’t really even care about since they gave them steak that they could use on the pressure plate to escape minutes before. Like when Tommy shows up in the next stream Dream seems confused about whether Tubbo is died or not. Like bruh didn’t you want to interview him about Limbo? And yet you’re unsure if he’s dead or not. [clip] and if that whole set up thing is fake, then is it not reasonable to question if the rest of his statement is less than truthful?…

But regardless if it is the truth or not, why is the assumption that Dream is the one committing suicide? He doesn’t say “I’ve committed suicide” he says “We've tested by—self-sacrifice and suicide.” Why couldn’t they have gotten Lazar or Vik to kill themselves? Or then again, we do know that both of them have been once so maybe the reason his list of examples they tested Limbo is so short is because that was the two ways they both tested if they could revive themselves. Like Dream committed suicide and Punz did a sort of self-sacrifice as their finale deaths to test whether they could bring themselves back from the dead. That then, would be using a partial truth, which would be very up Dream’s ally….

I don’t know. I’m not saying he is or isn’t lying or whatever… the point isn’t that it’s unreasonable to make the assumption that they experimented on themselves, it’s that there isn’t definitive proof that they did despite us all accepting it as canon… I mean I’m just trying to open the box here, what if they didn’t? What would that look like? Does that change how we think about them?…