#alt kk what is in this thing

[reddeliciousauce]

the sauce has been sauced

[rosewaterandivy]

The injury of finally knowing you and/or notes on a scene for the WIP game! 💜

Ash my babe & beloved, whatever your little heart desires! 😘

*cracks knuckles*

Notes on a Scene came to me as a vision. initially, i did not have ambitions to continue to TKAA universe but then best friend Eddie had other plans! it’s my first foray with an alt!reader and i’ve had to rely on my spouse’s immense film collection to carve out the basic touchstones— horror, sci-fi, & film noir. additionally, i thought it would be interesting to have a character acclimating to Hawkins and a pre-existing friend group. so, while Trouble embraces reader with open arms, i think there will be some instances of growing pains and a sense that reader doesn’t belong as well as how fuck buddy Eddie would deal with that. (random group chat snippet below the cut)

Injury of Finally Knowing You is my love letter to Practical Magic and the witchy vibes of my youth! carpenter!Steve is so precious to me— there’s a definite fish out of water concept at play, as well as his struggle with ptsd post-Hawkins and the Upside Down. he’s not as hard-boiled and cowboy as the romantic lead from the novel or film, but they do share the same softness in how they treat others. as you know, i’m operating on pure vibes in that series and am working to lay the groundwork for the inevitable payoff. steve definitely fell first, but that just means reader is going to fall harder, eventually. because she’s stubborn and obstinate on the best day. so it’s going to take a collective effort from the aunts and some scheming friends for steve to get the girl.

💫elite meeting💫

princess 👑: g’mornin plebs, anyone have any gum on them?

save ferris 😎: i take offense, if anything i’m a patrician

trouble 👁️👄👁️: honey no, it’s too early for your ancient rome lecture

dingus 👽: i’ve got juicy fruit, would that help?

princess 👑: what would be a bigger help is you poppin across the hall to watch my gremlins for a minute

dingus 👽: say no more, mon amour

trouble 👁️👄👁️ ‘liked’ this message

wild thing 😜: robs, what’s the hot goss? tell me everything

trouble 👁️👄👁️: would spearmint be okay? i can run a kid down with some

[dingus 👽 sent an image - desktop with a can of liquid death and a pack of saltine crackers, crumbs scattered on the desk mat, minecraft pulled up on the computer screen]

dingus 👽: considering she’s got this shit on her desk, i’d say yeah, run a kid down here real quick

trouble 👁️👄👁️: kk, i’m sending will

save ferris 😎: that’s a tallboy, wtf is she doing with that

wild thing 😜: that’s liquid death, you cretins, it’s canned water. flat or seltzer?

dingus 👽: black, so seltzer i think

princess 👑: aaaand i’m back 😓- thanks robs!

wild thing 😜: all good?

trouble 👁️👄👁️: tell will not to linger! we have writing conferences today

princess 👑: 🫡

princess 👑: nothing to worry about, just the ol’ puke and rally

save ferris 😎: not on rex manning day!

trouble 👁️👄👁️, dingus 👽, princess 👑, and wild thing 😜 ‘liked’ this message

princess 👑: no shame in my game, someone has to set an example to these kids

wild thing 😜: sugar, you gotta stop saying shit like that 😤

dingus 👽: ruh-roh 👀👀👀

save ferris 😎: hold up there, scoob

princess 👑: why, TMI?

trouble 👁️👄👁️: never babe, he’ll just fall even more in love with you is all

wild thing 😜: trouble, 🤜 that’s my fist comin’ for your ass

trouble 👁️👄👁️: 🏃‍♀️💨

wild thing 😜: that’s right, you better run! i know where you live 🔪🔪🔪

[thegroupofalltime]

skin for the murdz

Not too sure about this but Sickle is trying to deal with “the curse” and he’s not doing so great (sorry if i misunderstood this) - Catt

kks accepted the fact that he’s a bad person and has just kinda embraced it at this point (as in he knows he won’t be forgiven but he does try to be nice at times) but with the whole “most horrible version of himself” part is something he avoids thinking about. I dont think he really likes who he is though -truth

Kusarigama is completely okay with being a bad person, a murder, everything and even proud of it. And funny thing is... She doesn't face it. She pretty much throws that part of herself away and burns it. -alt

falchion knows he's a terrible person. he excuses his actions due to his poverty; he thinks what he does is justified - mtd

dagger is completely aware of her actions and her murders that make her a terrible person; yet she continues to do them out of some sort of belief that she'll soon learn to forget her guilt (SPOILER ALERT: SHE NEVER WILL!!) - v

[hopefullyababe]

hey! this is AGM's alt account btw :) it's me, col!

i'm sorry i missed posting date yesterday! this is my first fic where i'm giving myself a schedule lmao

to make up for it here's a sneak peek of the next chapter while i get it finished up to post later today!

Context: Dave is wearing gray converse, KK is wearing red

“Hey,” Dave starts, in a voice that makes it sound like he’s just had a eureka moment, “we’re matching.” Karkat stares at him, flashing back to the train of thought he’d had earlier, when he had been brooding in his loneliness and melancholy. Matching outfits. It’s nice. Even if they’re not dating, it’s still something off of Karkat’s prom checklist. He fights the blush that threatens to come to his cheeks and he’s pretty sure he’s successfully forced it down before he replies.

“What do you mean?” he asks, knowing full well what Dave means, but wanting to hear the boy say it anyway. He’s always found Dave’s voice vaguely endearing, and, obviously, much more pleasant to hear than his own scratchy voice that makes him constantly sound like he’s just recovered from a cold.

“I mean,” Dave says, “my color is red, and yours is gray, right?” He has the dignity to lessen his smirk a little bit, ears coloring pink in a small display of embarrassment that Karkat only just barely notices. “So, you’re wearing my color, and I’m wearing yours. Like in all those cheesy romance movies, where the couples are always wearing similar outfits to show their devotion to their partner. Not that we’re a couple, of course, I was just saying that because that’s the first thing that came to mind. Fuck, man, why is the first thing that comes to mind for me always something incriminating or uncool or gay? Seriously, I really need to work on that or Rose is going to have the time of her life when I go on a ramble next. Not that she doesn’t already. Yeah, the other day…”

Karkat leans his head against the wall, letting himself zone out for a bit as Dave rambles on and on about a Freudian slip he’d made in front of Rose, and about his brother, and his bro’s boyfriend, and everything and everything that comes to mind. He thinks about the days before Gamzee went berserk and nearly killed Terezi and Equius, before Terezi and Vriska found that body in the woods and Terezi went blind and Vriska lost an arm, before Eridan became a sore loser who nobody could stand and then grew out of it, and before their groups’ dynamics shifted so radically. It’s incredible how much people can change in a week. Karkat has witnessed it firsthand. 

hi col!!! its cool, life gets in the way of fic sometimes and thats ok.

but HMGMNGNGF literally so excited for this chapter *vibrates*

[starryflowered]

i know the au said that kris had headphones but i just went, ‘okay but what if they actually felt it too’

anyway kris is fine(?) probably

a comic made for the beatdown route au by @the-meme-monarch! hope this is okay

[thequeendesi]

Horror Movies

Title: Horror Movies

Alt Title: Her Past is Her Past

Warnings: swearing, Nate Jacobs LMAO, stalker themes

Disclaimer: I don’t own you or the euphoria franchise

Rating: MA-16

Word Count : 1.8k

A/N: OH MY GOSH :c I am so so so sorry it took forever to get this out!! Between work, life, and finding out how to work “single life” I finally got a minute to sit and finish up Part Three for you guys! Thank y’all for being so patient , I love y’all sm!!

Tag List: @ellyskey , @minaxcarter , @leslienjazzy , @write-from-the-heart , @local-bxbby , @twdbaddie1090 , @multiharlot , @lovesanimals0000 , @slut-for-matt-murdock

Part One , Part Two

“Do you know which movie you’ll be watching?” Kat asked, as she laid on her left side on your bed. Flynn next to her, fist in mouth as he stared at Kat. “No clue. I left that for Elliot to pick out.” You shrugged. “What if he chooses a horror movie?” Kat asked, sitting up.

“Then he picked a horror movie.” You responded, pulling on a pair of ripped skinny jeans.

“Thank you so much for watching Flynn.” You looked at her. “Of course. It’s the least I could’ve done.” Kat said, looking down at Flynn. His hazel eyes watched her aimlessly.

“Did I tell you Nate called?” You asked, sitting on the bed. Kat looked at you, eyebrows narrowed. “No. You did not. Why?”

“Elliot, doesn’t want me with him, doesn’t want Flynn around him. I called him a fucking leech.” You laughed a little. “Bitch!” Kat laughed, pushing you a little. “You didn’t!”

“I did. Well, he woke me up after I just fell asleep and got Flynn to bed.” You explained why you were irritated. “I can’t believe it.” Kat laughed a little. “Reminds me of when we were all in the hot tub and Maddy put him in his place:” Kat laughed a little, a memory that you weren’t part of.

“How’s Maddy been? I can’t believe Cassie was dating Nate.” You asked as you picked up Flynn to place him on your lap. “She’s… better now? I don’t know. She’s torn up. But she’s more upset with Cassie than Nate.” Kat sighed before looking at you. “You didn’t go to the play?” Kat asked.

You shook your head, shrugging a little. “Nah.” You fixed Flynn‘s hair, who simply tried to push your hand away. “Knocked her face against a wall.” Kat said, checking the time.

“I know you’re trying to use small talk as a way to be late and call off the date.” Kat looked at you. “I can’t believe you’d say such a thing… fine.” You smiled at her. She definitely knew you like the back of her hand.

You stood up with Flynn on your hip. “You look cute bitch, now go.” She said, standing next to you. “Hand me the baby.”

You looked at Flynn, his hazel eyes met yours. “Give Aunt KK hell. Love you bub.” You said, kissing his cheek. “Love you Kat.” You said, placing Flynn in her arms before grabbing your purse.

“Don’t get pregnant!” Kat called out after you as you left your apartment.

— — —

Elliot took a long drag off the cigarette as he leaned against the building. He knew cigarettes wouldn’t be the best way to fight his previous vice, but fuck it was good enough.

Exhaling, he watched as your car rounded the corner. His lips moved into a smile as he watched you park. Using the bottom of his shoe, he put out his cigarette. He watched as you walked up to him.

“Hey! I’m sorry for the hold up!” You said. “Nah, milf-y duties require the milf to take care of them.” Elliot nudged you, making you laugh a little. “You and milfs.” You shook your head.

“You’re a mom, hot, I wouldn’t say no, tell me how you’re not a milf again?” Elliot teased. “Do you refer to me as a milf when talking to me about your friends?” You asked.

“Nah, mostly your name, I’ve brought up that you are a milf though.” He held out his hand, which you took. “What do you say about me to yours?” He asked, leading you into the house.

“Your name.”

Nate’s potential next victim.

“So you gave me free reign to pick the movie, right?” Elliot asked, looking at the movie posters. “I did.” You nodded. “How about this one?” He asked, pointing at a poster that had a woman holding a knife behind her back.

“So, a horror movie?” You asked. “Yea!” He smiled.

‘Kat called it.’ You thought as you looked at him. “Alright. Let’s watch it.” You said, giving into his cute smile. “Baller.” He answered, leading you into the theatre.

The movie had a slow start, an explanation to why the girl was in the woods. You leaned forward in the seat, your arms crossed on your legs. You intently watched the movie, paying close attention to when a jump scare.

But, like always, it failed and you ended up jumping in your seat.

“Fuck!” Elliot shouted, his hands covering his face. He cleared his throat before putting his arm behind your seat. “Jesus Christ… scared the shit out of me.” He quickly attempted to act like he didn’t just scream in a public movie theatre.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him. You snorted a little before covering your mouth. “Sorry. It’s not funny.” You cleared your throat. “Nah…” Elliot sighed. “It is a little funny.” He admitted.

And it was like that the whole movie. Every jump scare, every loud noise. Every time.

Elliot cleared his throat after every time as well, and put his arm back around your shoulders.

“Remind me why you chose a scary movie?” You whispered into Elliot’s ear after the seventh shout.

“My buddy said it’d be a good chance to hold you.” He whispered back.

“Did you forget that you’re an easy scarer?”

“A little bit, yea.”

———

His fingers intertwined with yours as you exited the theatre. “Did… did you at least have a good time?” He asked, a twinge of embarrassment on his voice. “I did. It certainly has been one of the better dates I’ve been on.” You smiled.

“Good, uh. I’m glad.” Elliot smiled. “So… Can I hope for a second date?” He asked, opening your driver’s door for you.

“You want a second date?” You asked, leaning against the car. “Yea, o-only if you’d one, obviously.” He looked at you, biting his lip a little.

You smiled at his nervousness, sensing it was genuine. “Yea. I would like a second date.” You let go of his hand. “Let’s make a plan tonight.” You said, your hand moving to his cheek.

“Yea. Yea, of course!” He grinned. “Cool that went exactly as I thought it would.” He let go of the car door.

“Good night Elliot.” You smiled at him. “Good night, (Nick Name).” He responded, pulling away from your touch. Turning on his heel, he walked over to his bike that leaned against a bush.

You smiled to yourself, getting into your car.

The ride home was silent. Your mind replaying the last two hours, how your heart raced when you two touched. It was a short drive, nothing over 10 minutes no matter the traffic, but your brain was always fast.

“Why didn’t he kiss me?” You asked yourself, parking in your regular space.

Grabbing your purse you got out of your car. Closing the door behind you, you locked it with your key. “Did I do something to give off unkissable?” You muttered, walking to your apartment, 17T.

It was fortunately on the first story, your anxiety of stairs and car seats ruined you ever getting a second and beyond story apartment.

“I’m home!” You whispered yelled into the quiet apartment, other than the quiet chattering of the TV in your room. Closing the door behind you, you locked it.

“In here!” A whisper yell returned yours, as you walked into the back room. Entering the room, Kat sat cross legged on the bed as she watched the TV.

She cleaned your room, which was an action you two have done since childhood. “Flynn’s in his bed?” You asked, taking off the clothes you wore for the date.

“Mhm.” Kat nodded. “Thank you for watching him.”

“How was the date?” She asked, watching you change into an oversized sweater and sweatpants.

“It was good.” You said, grabbing a makeup wipe. “That’s all?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“It was just the first date Kat.” You laughed a little, wiping the makeup off. “There’s not much to say. We watched a movie, yes. A horror movie.”

“Did you get scared?” She asked.

“Not as bad as he did.” You laughed a little. “It was cute. It was like spooking Flynn when you sneeze out of nowhere.” You explained, recalling how Flynn flails his body when you sneeze.

“Did he kiss you?”

You paused, wiping the remnants of your makeup off. “No, actually. We just said good night, and he rode off on his bike, and I came home.” You explained, and threw the wipe away.

“Really? That’s all?” She asked, appalled at the idea of not kissing on the first date. “That’s all Kat.” You laughed, sitting next to her on the bed.

“You spending the night?” You asked, arms going behind your head as you fell backwards into your bed.

“You already know the answer to that question.” Kat scoffed, rolling her eyes laying on the bed next to you.

The two of you shifted onto your sides. Your eyes met hers as you crossed your arms.

She matched your stance and smiled at you. “I’m glad I still got you, bitch.” She smiled at you.

“And I’m glad I still got you… bitch.” You laughed a little, before covering your mouth. “You think I’m doing the right thing? Dating someone other than Nate?”

“C’mon (Name). You know the answer to that one. Plenty of families flourish from single teen moms.” Kat patted your shoulder a little. “And Flynn’s gonna be nothin’ like Cal or Nate.”

“God I hope so…”

———

Nate’s arms crossed over his chest. His eyes trailing the boy who rode down the road. The low rumbling of his truck only added onto his current shaking. Of all people… of all fucking people, Elliot? The one you threw family away for.

Nate took a deep breath before throwing his truck into drive and followed behind Elliot. “Elliot!” He called out, before driving alongside him. “Hello?” Elliot said, confused at why of all people Nate Jacobs was talking to him.

“You’re the one dating (Name)?” Nate asked, the ‘friendliness’ act was laid on thick. “I wouldn’t really say dating. We’re seeing each other. Why?” Elliot asked, irritated with Nate in his business.

“She’s the mother of my child.”

“Oh.” Elliot simply said, before shrugging. “Cool,” he responded before turning into his yard. “Your baby mama is cool. I don’t know what you did to her, but that’s not my business. Her past is her past. Obviously there was a reason she didn’t bring you up.” Elliot got off his bike. “Listen man, I got an exam early in the morning. I don’t want to deal with you all night.” Elliot leaned the bike against his house as he walked into the house.

Nate gripped his steering wheel as he sped home, with one thing on his mind; how to ruin your relationship.

[thewertsearch]

As if! 

TA: the game is bad news, it will cause the end of the world, not stop it.

Whether it ‘causes’ the end of the world really depends on your perspective. It definitely doesn’t help. 

My intuition is that you couldn’t have prevented this, no matter what you did. Sburb is ‘locked’ into happening on any world it seeds, by countless time loops that ‘have’ to happen. You might have been able to branch into an alt-timeline to avoid it, but you (presumably) don’t have access to that sort of tech pre-Medium.

CG: TEREZI AND I HAVE ALREADY ESTABLISHED A CONNECTION AND WE ARE MAKING GREAT PROGRESS HERE. CG: WE ARE A GREAT TEAM, AND I AM A FANTASTIC LEADER.

I can’t help but think about the what-if where Terezi was the leader, and Karkat was her Server Player. 

I think it’d be a non-starter - Karkat didn’t know about the meteors, and would thus have no sense of urgency about getting Terezi into the Medium. Plus, he’d be all prissy about ‘not being the leader’, and waste time bickering with her. 

CG: TO BE HONEST I DON'T SEE WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT YOUR PROGRAMMING OR HACKING. CG: WHAT IS A HACKER EVEN? JUST SOME SMUG ASSHOLE IN MOVIES DOING FAKE THINGS AND MAKING UP WORDS.

Hey, I never claimed it was cool, just that it was awesome. Very different things.

CG: WHAT DOES ALL THIS NONSENSICAL CODE YOU WROTE EVEN DO? CG: IT'S ALL NONSENSE.

Yeah, but it’s fun nonsense that I spent hundreds of words trying to analyze. Time well spent, I say. 

CG: LIKE A BLUFF. YOU JUST SAY, OH KARKAT WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT I WROTE IS BULLSHIT BECAUSE HE'S TOO DUMB TO FIGURE IT OUT. TA: wait, KK...

10 Shocking Pesterlogs Taken Seconds Before Disaster

CG: I BET IF I RAN THEM NOTHING BAD WOULD HAPPEN. CG: MIGHT EVEN IMPROVE MY COMPUTER'S PERFORMANCE!

[jayisnotdrawing]

OK so I'm still really into fanfics and have SO many plot ideas but I can't write nor roleplay any of the characters so...

Crap-

ANYWAYS plot ideas aka if these plots or similar exist in fanfiction please inform me because I really wanna read a plot like this kk, thanks-

ALSO major video game and comic spoilers if, for some reason, you haven't played/read them (you should for the comics at least, they're so good do it now).

1) Roleswap(?) for the Back to the Future video game. Instead of Doc being erased first when going back to alt. 1984 (since, based on the game, both Marty and Doc were going to be erased at some point), Marty is erased first. Doc needs parts to repair the Delorean, since it was destroyed by ramming it into a billboard. Therefore, he has to run into town to gather these parts, and sees the rather horrific reality created by his alternative self after he gets with Edna. Immediately when entering town, he is confronted by alternative Marty who assumes he is this reality's Doc (because of course Marty would recognize him, even when Doc disguises himself). Marty is baffled by the attire, but decides that it is best to not question Doc, who, although Doc and Marty aren't close friends in this timeline, Marty looks up to greatly. Cue Marty following Doc around like a lost puppy, willing to help him and not question a SINGLE thing he's doing until he is revealed the time machine on pure accident (after Doc attempted to keep Marty away but failing). Of course, Marty questions it all, and at first doesn't wish to partake in the project any longer. However, when Doc tells Marty more about his timeline, alternative Marty breaks down (all good fanfics have angst-) and reveals that he's not as happy as he appears to be. His mother is an alcoholic, his father is constantly spying on her, Jennifer broke up with him, and he has a concerning lack of friends. Knowing he'd be better off in the "correct" timeline, he helps Doc fix the Delorean and return to repair the past.

Ok the next couple are just different characters finding out about the time travel escapades for pure funsies. I dunno, I love plots where characters just go "oh shit, time travel exists?" so-

2) So, as I was reading the comic, I noticed I think back in volume 4 or 5 where Biff and his gang were SO CLOSE to having that "oh shit" moment. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they did? Also cue some family bonding because I'm a sucker for that. So, in the specific section of issue #22, Biff accuses Marty of looking awfully familiar. While Biff is presented as kind of a doofus, even a doofus could connect the dots (which he admittedly almost does-). Remembering the situation with the almanac, he has reason to believe time travel is real. Seeing Marty (who looks very similar to Calvin Klein), he doesn't accept that he is his son, especially considering a) Marty's hesitation in response and b) that Calvin Klein disappeared right after the dance (incorporating other's headcanons, perhaps Doc told those that asked about Calvin that his nephew was dead or long gone without considering Marty returning to another time). However, before accusing him, Biff needs some actual proof, and where else to get it aside from a photo ID? He has no qualms with stealing from another's pockets, and in the scenario that he was wrong then he could claim that it was for the teen's money. Stealing the wallet, Biff finds out the (rather obvious) truth: Calvin Klein is not Calvin Klein at all. The teen's real name is Marty McFly, and deducing it from his birthday, he was the same guy at the dance years ago. Enraged, Biff is NOT beyond beating a guy up, but upon realizing the teen's identity, Joey steps in to help. Of course I need some good hurt/comfort and family bonding because the comics' depiction of Joey and Marty's relationship BROKE me.

3) Okay two Doc finds out prompts! This one is sort of similar to the previous one, an AU of the same comic volume and also very short (probably would be a one-shot if anything). While stealing from Doc's house with Joey, Marty manages to be caught. Of course, Doc is easily able to recognize his friend from the 1950s, and immediately gets down to scolding him and intense questioning (ofc like a dad scolding a child lol). Marty kind of just awkwardly has to explain himself.

4) Back to the video game, in episode 2 there are, of course, two Martys (if you've played the game, you'll figure out what I'm talking about lol). Doc/Emmett, unaware, speaks to Marty 2, who is from the future trying to prevent his own erasure. Unfortunately, the original Marty returns too soon. Shocked by his own presence (and quite confused), he passes out. Marty 2 now is forced to explain the situation to Emmett. He tells him about the Delorean, stating that it was his own creation and the entire reason he was here was to save future Emmett/Doc from being murdered. But the real reason Marty 2 was here was to prevent his own demise. Arthur, having being delivered the subpoena, was about to be beaten as a result. Emmett feels guilty. Despite barely knowing Marty, he could very well assume that his future self and Marty were great friends. Marty had also been glued to his side all day, and had been one of the nicer people to interact with him. Wanting to redeem himself after unknowingly putting his best friend's existence in peril, Emmett attempts to help Marty 2 with the task, but as Marty already notices, Arthur McFly and the goon is gone. Marty 2 tells Emmett to stay with his past self and continue about the day, or else they'd risk some world-ending para-whatsit by failing to do so. Upon arriving to help his grandfather, Marty (unlike the video game, purely because I need some angst and hurt/comfort) ends up succeeding in the task, but getting pretty badly hurt in the process. He ends up being found by past Emmett, and we get some wholesome friendship moments.

5) Ok, ok, last one of these types of plots, I swear. I'm sorry, I'm just an absolute SUCKER for them. This one, it's George and Lorraine, and a Back to the Future Part II AU. When Marty is crawling over the stage, he slips and nearly falls. However, this alone is enough of an error. Marty is seen by the crowd, and is somehow...in two places at once? His past self panics, and is rather confused by the events occurring. Time travel did always give him a headache! But now, he has quite a bit of explaining to do. Marty from the future can only think about how he has to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. He climbs back up and gets down, running out of the building. His past self, getting an obvious hint, runs off himself ahead of Marty 2, but of course with a massive headache. Before Marty 2 can leave, he finds himself subject of questioning by none other than George and Lorraine. They demand to know his real identity, and how in the world there was two of him. He reveals the truth, not able to have a second to think of a good lie, and admits that he doesn't really have time to stay and chat. With the realization, George and Lorraine are desperate to know more, but Marty is already gone. Bttf Part 2 plays out as usual, until the ending. George and Lorraine find themselves on Doc's doorstep, and lucky enough find themselves with some answers. Cue family bonding and a horrified Lorraine.

Ok, ok, I'm done. I've had these floating around in my head for a while, and I'm quite curious if anything similar in fanfiction exists. As much as I wanna write, my history as a fanfiction author is quite crummy and I lack any motivation 😖. I am also tempted to dip back into roleplaying, but I CANNOT, for the life of me, probably do any of these characters without making them too OOC or add in too much angst (like, maybe I'd give a shot at Marty but that's probably it rip). In that case, ig free plots if anyone wants them for anything lol.

[absynthe--minded]

What would you say would be Fingon, Maedhros and Finrod's favorite pop songs? In general what modern artist do you think they would enjoy?

This is assuming a post-canon modern setting, something like my Aspen Grove fic, but -

Maitimo’s taste in modern pop is “whatever my husband puts on”, honestly. If you really pressured him for his personal taste in all music you’d probably get an answer like ��sappy power ballads and songs that remind me of happy times” but also he’s not really a Contemporary Pop fan - think artists like Blackmore’s Night, Loreena McKennitt, Enya, or Heather Dale, and you’ll get an idea of what he enjoys listening to on a day to day basis. Anything with the hurdy-gurdy is automatically Sad Hours because the hurdy-gurdy sounds uncannily like the tungaquerma, which doesn’t exist on the Hither Shores anymore. I’m borrowing @thefifthbattle’s headcanon here to say that “Two Hornpipes” by Hans Zimmer is a comfort piece because he heard a song that sounds a lot like it regularly in Himring and the one mountain village nearby, but he heard it because it was everybody’s agreed-upon “hey Lord Nelyafinwë is coming everybody cool it with the horny pub songs about how hot he is” auditory cue.

Findekáno loves 20th and 21st-century music. Fall Out Boy, Carly Rae Jepsen, Laura Branigan, Elton John’s 70s stuff, Lady Gaga, The Dark Element, and Ad Infinitum stand out as examples of things he’d love. Anything big and bombastic and “I’m here, deal with it”. Maitimo would hand over the aux cord by default and offer no comment. All Noldor have a bit of a preference for things that aren’t modern pop but Finno is the most eager to throw the doors open and explore.

Findaráto really likes all music as long as it’s got something of a tune. Can you dance to it? Then it’s good enough for him. He’s not a dubstep or EDM fan, really, and pure pop doesn’t describe him either, but if it’s got a decent beat he’ll tolerate it. He’s the least invested in discovering modern music; he’s fond of things that remind him of home. He’s also got a melancholy streak, and tbh I think he’d find most of the things he liked in the alt-rock category that reflected that. If you want modern artists - Breaking Benjamin, Smash Into Pieces, Five Finger Death Punch, Halestorm’s less angry more angsty songs, and really whatever mix of past and present top 40 hits they play at your average grocery store.

(If people are curious as to my headcanons for what Noldorin party jams/“pop music” might sound like, the closest I’ve found is pieces like “Touch Me” by KK and Alisha Chinai - call and response vocals, strummed and plucked string instruments alongside pipes and drums, and an infectious melody. Elvish music imo is Diverse As Fuck so this is an example solely of one movement in its greater scene, but something that sounds kind of like this might be considered YT Tirion’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” and is definitely playing at the party in Ignition before the formal partnered dancing starts and the genre shifts to something more “classical”.)

[theorynexus]

This would seem to bring us to Post Number 60, the 62nd post of this series, if you count the decimalized ones.

LAST TIME ON MEAT EPILOGUE It would seem we are returning to John and Terezi, this time--- wooo!~   Apparently, he looks pretty bad. This is unfortunate. On the other hand:  YES, MEAT EPILOGUE CHAPTER/SECTION 6!!!

Hey, don’t try to shame John for being the sub in this situation. It’s not like he has experience with that kind of thing (not that it’s something generally to be ashamed of: I’m just saying that it is something he seems to be somewhat embarrassed about, and his inexperience meant that it wasn’t exactly by choice on his part--- which is not to suggest that Terezi molested him in any way).  Aaaannnd Trolls (especially highbloods) are supposed to be particularly vicious in nature, generally, right? It makes a whole lot of sense that that would extend to the bedroom, as well.

... But yeah, that doesn’t help with his health. He was already doing pretty badly, just after the surgery. He didn’t really need that sort of mess tacked on afterward.     Oh, and... why “mysteriously” sticky, you derp? XD

And I am glad you were kidding.   (That slapping was very interesting to hear. Hmmm.)      Yeah, him being confused and uncertain about it also feels just about right~ ~~~ On a random note, I am reading this just after going through the memo where Karkat, John, and Dave were talking about romance/the propagation of the species, and KK insisted that John and Dave stay away from troll women.    That makes this all wonderfully hilarious, in retrospect. 

Huh. I’ve never seen “cuckold” used in that sort of context before.  Indeed, this is quite the question, though.  Could John Egbert handle a blackrom? A caligionous one, at that?   A very hard question, that is.   I’m not sure he’s emotionally capable of giving himself into the kinds of hate and playful ribbing that would be constantly involved in that kind of relationship, if healthy.  I suspect it might have been just a particularly violent flushed thing, though.  We’ll see.

Pffft. Slithers.   That said:  Huh. I was not expecting that turn. Let’s see where this goes~

Oh my gosh, Dirk, would you stop being such a downer? XD I think this is indeed very, very cute~     Soul-shattering is a weird sort of term to use there, for a normal person. Seems right for Dirk, though. He understands the nuances of how shattering can be more or less than a whole break.

That is practically the definition of a subjective judgment.  I know you’re being ironic and all, but come on, man, that’s just base as heck. But yeah, I think he might have it bad, indeed. 

The question here is, “Does he mean to suggest that Andrew Hussie is God to him, or does he mistakenly [in the context of Homestuck, which has given no distinct evidence for it] believe that there was a God that he actually usurped?”   “replaced” is a very interesting and useful word, here, given the working interpretation that I have is indeed that he is interpreting AH as God and likely believes him to have abandoned Homestuck, thus removed himself from his directorial capacity over its narrative, until he managed to take over.

WHY ARE NEITHER OF YOU THINKING OF RETCON-PORTING IN TO RESCUE HER FROM HER DEMISE BEFORE IT HAPPENS?!?!?!? But yeah, you really should get home and recover first, if it is possible.

Whoops. Not a good sign. Noooot a good sign.

The Power of Three is a very strong thing.

Here we gooooooo!!!~    The first time (I think) that I’ve continued a post beyond one page!!!

No.  Also, probably Jake English. He has strange effects on people.

Wow, someone’s a bit miffed.  That said: Hooray, acknowledgement by the narrative! :’D

I do not appreciate your repeated suggestions that Jake is dumb! That said: No. No, I do not want to engage in wanton promiscuity with such a man.  I am, to put it quite simply, not interested in meaningless sexual encounters with people I am not deeply connected with. Even if I had such a bond with Jake English, I would not be inclined to engage in such activities. Quite frankly, I am not exactly partial to the type of equipment he sports. As for the political side of things... well, that’s complicated. Yeah, people can indeed become far too energized by the attractiveness of candidates and those associated with them, rather than their substance.  Maybe that’s the case, here.   I’d like to think that the actual results of the election will in fact prove people wrong. Maybe there will be exit polls that we can see excerpts of to judge things for certain.   I don’t know~

FINALLY, SOMEONE FRICKING ADMIRES THE SUFFERER!!!

Eh?  I mean, I guess even Dave and Karkat were acknowledging the possibility of a misstep. We’ll see what happens.

Heee’s probably gonna try to sabotage this, isn���t he?   Also, I wish I were more familiar with human muscle anatomy.

“The Kibosh” is a good phrase to use.  That said:  ***snerk***    It’s like Karkat has wedding day jitters. XD

Man, it is annoying how spiteful you are toward him, Dirk. Can you give him a break for just a second?   I mean, you probably caused the sweating to begin with.

Wow. Such dudebroism, which I just suddenly realized/-membered Dirk was supposed to slightly embody, somewhat.  (I blame Gamebro Magazine, and the sharp contrast between the diction there and Dirk’s writing style.) That is a funny description, though, the brain-tonguing.  Also, gosh, Jake is nervous.

Oh, hey, I think Dave’s going to finally get a feel for the Narrative, and maybe end up confronting Dirk.  That will be incredibly interesting.

Wow, this is getting to him.  It’s like he’s made of sugar, and someone’s just begun to drizzle water on him.  Or maybe made of witch.

***lip curls up in a snarl***    Dave better make this quick.  I am somehow edging on more angry at this Unreliable Narrator than I was before Alt!Calliope took over...!

Well, that’s, umm... interesting. Particularly, the cultivated Obfuscating Stupidity bit. But moreso the fact that Dirk will acknowledge he’s smarter than he seems.

Yes... I think I most definitely am more furious than ever at this piece of garbage, now.  After the sweet taste of freedom that Jake was finally able to feel, and the burst of confidence he’d found in it, you pour all of this blithering waste on him?   Jane was trying to use him!   I’m sure she hasn’t loved him for a long time, and even then, I Jake never toyed with her heart intentionally, I’m sure!   Grrrrr...!

Honestly, though, he brings up a complicated and intriguing question.  Jake has definitely been used and abused throughout his history, and at least part of his recent activity to exploit his Hope-y Assets must have been Dirk’s doing, but how much of his sexually promiscuous revelry has actually been something that he would not and did not choose, say, as a result of his drinking problem, rather than him reveling in his identity as a   

WORLD RENOWNED EXPLORER-NATURALIST-TREASURE HUNTER-ARCHEOLOGIST-SCIENTIST-ADVENTURER-BIG GAME HUNTER-BILLIONAIRE EXTRAORDINAIRE 

 just as your pre-Scratch self was?  Regardless of the level of culpability he actually has in the matters of his life, he is nowhere near deserving of this kind of shaming, and Dirk should be ashamed of himself for this kind of disgusting behavior which he is almost certainly engaging in specifically to throw Jake off.

Oh, also, victim blaming is BS, and the answer is an unequivocal, “You, you insincere, megalomaniacal, self-justifying dirtbag.”

***is so fricking ANGRY that it is taking a great deal of willpower not to release a roar of primal fury and break my hand on my computer screen*** THIS IS NOT HOW HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS WORK!!! THAT IS NOT HOW SOMEONE WHO IS ACTUALLY WILLING TO SUBMIT TO YOU LIKE THAT WILL BEHAVE, YOU FFF---     ***RRRRRGH!!!***

YOU HAD BETTER NOT FRICKING LISTEN TO THIS GARBAGE, JAKE!!! RESIST HIS INFLUENCE, AND---         Huh. The thought just occurred to me that both Dave and Jake could be interpreted as stand-ins for Simon, if Dirk were Kamina (despite how different Kamina’s personality is from Dirk’s), because Simon really seems like he could be interpreted as a Page of Hope too, for some reason (but curse my ADHD! XwX)   ---AND DEFEAT HIM WITH YOUR HOPE BUBBLE!!!

...  At least he apologized. For what that is worth.    This is going to seem so obvious to Dave, though.  Obviously, he isn’t going to kill his Bro, but... well, let’s see how things turn out. Hmm. Also, this is hilarious insofar as it derailed the press conference and probably took away much of the steam that could have been generated for the Karkat/Vantas ticket by Jake’s endorsement, but it doesn’t exactly do all that much for Jane Crocker’s side, either.  It was a very sickening and weird spectacle, but I am not sure how it will actually play out in their favor?   Seems like it might cause Jane’s side trouble, and might cause tensions between them.

I still can never consistently remember what “smh” means. But yes, “HICCUP???” is right.   STOP HIM, DAVE!!!  

TACKLE HIM AWAY INTO THE FUTURE!!!

Realistically, he should have no problem with speed at all. Time power shown a la cheating with Jade in games should let him get there instantly, and even his flash step that he has shown since before entering the Game should allow him to get there on time.      Man, Dirk is a prick about manipulating things. Especially since we are going to see things derailed and shift to another setting, right when Jake is supposedly going to make the biggest contribution he’ll ever make.  WHICH DOESN’T EVEN FRICKING MAKE SENSE!!!

[rustyyart]

Okay, okay, okay. I just fully woke up at the good early time of 11:15am after a week of going to sleep at 6 and waking up at 2. 11am is apparently midnight for Asia (?) I wanted to log into a mobile game on time. Sit down with some popcorn, I’ve got a rant. Hold the salt cause I’m probably overflowing with it right now.

TL;DR Why the fuck is my guild of 1 high ranking active person and 2 low ranking inactive players up against a guild of 10 high ranking active people?

Alright, let’s get into it. I’m currently a guild leader in a game about sentient baked goods. I made my own guild for an event that required you to sign into a guild three times within the event time. I figured I didn’t want to join any existing guilds because 1: I’m bad at the game and 2: I literally had just reached the level you must reach in order to join a guild. Most guilds had a 9k trophy limit to join and competitive P2W mobile game stresses me out hard. But I liked the game enough to get past that and made a group with no trophy limit or anything. Literally the only requirement is to log in 3x per week. Oh boy.

So when guild runs first started, I didn’t join. We had three members: Me, my mom (Basically me whenever she offers me her phone. Otherwise she doesn’t understand how the game works and plays trials over and over), and a really nice person who didn’t speak english. I figured us three (or two) wouldn’t be able to join a competitive thing because my mom doesn’t do trophy run and the other person was at 3k trophies. I’m currently at 9k. So I didn’t join and bam, the other member left. Kk whateverr. 

A while of me leveling up the guild from 1-3 basically by myself later, we got a different member. Who doesn’t speak english. Fine by me, they logged in and greeted us every day. Because of what happened last time, I joined a guild run. We get matched up with a bunch of 9k trophy guilds. We manage to somehow get 3rd. Cool cool. Idk what happened and how we didn’t totally lose. 

I decided to have a schedule where every other friday, we join the run. I spend maybe $20 on the game monthly and I’m still losing every trophy run to people who have maxed out literally everything. I started playing the game probably in February/March, so I could just be complaining about players who have been there for literal years. So I give my members a 2 week buffer to level up lesser cookies because lmao I only max the ones I use and the guild run requires different cookies than the ones that are meta. This works for me because everything costs 500k coins and you get maybe 100k coins every 20 days with how slow this game is when you don’t pay actual money or have a life outside the game.

We end up losing our second guild run because most guilds have at least 5 members and/or have 3 members of high rank. I managed to do better on my mom’s account than my own on one race lmaoo. Idk what our other member was doing to get such low scores, but hey, they tried. So I saved what cookies needed practice and worked to level them up. After the second guild run, we got a big rush of new players for some reason. We got one new member per day for a bit. I felt super popular amirite? I think two of them were just a guy and his alt tbh. But he came on and was like “XYZ requests a guild run.” Because that was our off Friday, I didn’t accept. 

For once, our guild was pretty populated. The first page was nearly full of semi-active members. I used my mom’s account to send the message that it was every OTHER Friday and I felt like our guild rules were pretty lax. We had a level 9 in the group ffs (and I just recently had to kick him because of my 7 day inactivity buffer). This continued for a couple days until 3/4 of new members vanished with the last one being the inactive level 9. Almost immediately, since I added all of them, they’ve joined high level high ranking guilds. According to their guild info, they run EVERY Saturday. Fml then I guess. 

So today is the day I join the guild run. With my mom and my now inactive loyal player, I joined at 11:30 this morning. I looked at all of my competition. Theres a guild with like 4023484 members and they’re all 9k trophy players. I know some of this is bad luck on my part. I should’ve known a month ago I’d have pushy players who would get 9k trophies in a different guild after leaving mine so I should’ve known to put my schedule on another Friday. BUT I’M NOT IGNORING THE GAME ISSUE HERE. I’m a guild of 3. We should be up against guilds of 3. ????? Guilds of 10+ active players should not be allowed to go against guilds like mine. Players should have to play way longer than level 9 to join a guild. This is BS. I’ve always had an issue with how guilds work.

[burym3inblck]

22 Questions

I was tagged by @two-evils . making a new post instead of re blogging so it doesn’t get too long. thank you for tagging me! (also I’ve probably already answered some of these but whatever)

Nicknames: erin because it’s my middle name

Height: 5′6

Last Movie I Saw: technically it was in social studies class and we watched The Secret Of Kells.

Last Thing I Googled: global wind temperate and tropical air. I had a science test today.

Favorite Musician: as I’ve said before, frank fucking iero.

Song Stuck In My Head: breezeblocks by alt-j

Other Blogs: I’ve mentioned them on this blog previously but uhhh they suck so shhhh 

Following: 335

Followers: 74. 

Amount Of Asks: none right now. send some tho I like interacting with other blogs so yeah.

Lucky Numbers: just 8

What Are You Wearing: a grateful dead shirt (it’s so rad looking really) and black leggings. 

Dream Job: journalism. though my friend and I plan to learn electric guitar so maybe we could be a shitty, interracial punk bad. 

Dream Trip: uhhh I guess London. it just sounds like a cool place.

Favorite Food: cereal

Instruments: don’t play any.

Languages: english but I’m taking spanish again next year.

Favorite Song: it changes a lot but breezeblocks by atl-j which is also the song that has been stuck in my head.

Random Fact: the ozone in the stratosphere is a gas that protects us from the sun’s ultraviolet rays burning us in the troposphere. thank you science class. 

Aesthetic: flowers. literally just pictures of flowers with pretty filters that dull the colors slightly. dull flowers is my aesthetic. 

right I’ll just tag a few people because I don’t want to bother anyone.

@geesusfrankie @frnkandthechemicalromances @frnkieropartydad

kk. thank you again for tagging me!

[turgidtangentimagines]

Fuckin. Sollux talking to a human about code. bonding over java or c# or something.

I made this into a semi-pesterlog situation because I was thinking back to a time sollux could talk to humans and, well, see code and alll the way back on the meteor seemed the most plausible and probable to me. Kinda came out a little less bond-y and a little more first-meeting sort of thing but i think it’s still pretty solid.

Also- I know nothing of those two code languages- I am most familiar with javascript. And then there’s this whole sburb situation… soo… yeah, bare with me.

If you just move that function here… and make that server call there… then you might just be able to shrink down this massive ui system. You’ve just. You gotta get this game running on your phone. You have to stop being so tethered to the portal system just to be sure your client player won’t die on you. 

There’s just been too much of that recently, death. And simultaneously the lack of death. This game- it’s just too strange. Between John’s ordeal with Terezi and the Davesprite-dead-timeline situation, you’ve been a little on edge to say the least. Between these trolls and this game, death could be lurking around any corner. Hopefully, with any luck at all, this app would keep it off your friends’ doorsteps.

With a jolt- pesterchum pings with the presumption that you’ll answer its chattery call. All it really does is make you aware of the trail of semi-colons you’ve left on the end of your code, nulling your command- and annoying you to no end. Finicky, finicky language. Being this drowsy isn’t exactly the most conducive thing to coding, but maybe you can get some muse flowing by trolling one of these dorks back. They never really seemed to expect that from you- the push-back. Your friends, even back on earth, seemed to humor and then evade their jests, your technique was simply to ignore their trolling till they were idle an ample about of time, say your piece, and- goddamnit.

–[[TA] TwinArmageddons began trolling [PC] PesterChum at 04:12]–

TA: hey. a22hole. what the hell are you doiing?

A quick Alt + tab and you’re back to your code. It’s important that you stay on- goddamned pop-up notifications.

TA: ye2. we’re talkiing. iit'2 happeniing.

TA: ii’ll a2k agaiin.

TA: what’re you doiing, a22hole?

Ctrl + Alt+ Delete, annd… he’s gone again. Guess you’re just going to have to lay off pestering your chums for a- oh god-with the phone-and the vibrating on ya leg-

PC: What do you want, I’m very busy.

TA: obviiou2ly.

TA: ii repeat a 2econd tiime:

TA: what are you doiing?

You put the phone down a moment to think. Only one other troll thus far had been so annoyingly hard to ignore, and even then it was because of your own need to communicate and not the fault of any of the technology around you. There were a few ways this could be happening, most of which are coincidental, but if you humor this troll for a few moments perhaps they’ll show their cards long enough to discern if there are any flaws in your impenetrable wall of troll ignorance. That, or, you’re so tired that that wall crumbled the 6 hours ago when you were supposed to be asleep. Whatever. You were coding on fumes anyway. Might as well look at something that’s not the editor for a min- aannd that dude isn’t shutting up.

TA: 2eriiou2ly, ii’m 2en2iing all 2ort2 of doomed tiimeliine2 waftiing through the viiewport2 and the wor2t ii2 comiing from none other than your2elf.

TA: miight a2 well 2ee what 2hiit your 2peciie2 ii2 gettiing iinto.

PC: Alright.

PC: I’m reconfiguring a copy of the game to allow me to run my client’s client editor on my phone in real time while continuing to run the game from my computer for my server player.

PC: Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy.

PC: Except not.

PC: This is tedious.

PC: It’s like it was coded with the game equivalent of Dreamweaver.

A lapse in your conversation allows you a chance to delete all of those semicolons. Just how out of it were you, you must’ve added like 100 lines worth- ping!

TA: oh my gog. you’re fuckiing iin2ane.

PC: ???

TA: what the 2hiit do you thiink you’re doiing- diid you even code your game?

TA: no, you diidn’t.

TA: you’re readiing off gog know2 what developed by one of your iinferiior human grub de2iigner2 who couldn’t code the wiide 2iide of a moobea2t contaiinment faciiliity.

TA: 2top fuckiing wiith your game'2 code before you doom a miilliion tiimeliine2 iin the mo2t excruciiatiing way po22iible.

Okay, there was a lot you could take in life, insults normally being one of them. But an insult to your skill is simply a challenge in your book.

PC: I can read it.

PC: I can code it.

PC: And it’s happening.

You press the power button on your phone, but it just glitches right back to the conversation as soon as ya do. Fuckin glitchy ass last-gen smartphones, hardly able to run pesterchum anyway.

TA: okay look, ii diidn’t even want two troll you 2hiit2- ii ju2t wanted two leave you alone becau2e ii thought your 2peciie2 wa2 2tupiid enough two fiizzle out by iit2elf- but thii2 cro22e2 a liine.

TA: ii’ve 2uddenly caught a ca2e of giiviing a fuck.

Yeesh, this guy crosses all sort of lines. First with the technological illiteracy comments and now with the whole slandering your specie- man this guy gets wordy when he’s spooked.

TA: the game2 code ii2 not two be tampered wiith, iif runniing iit off of tho2e two 2hiitty human game grub2 de2troyed your uniiver2e- what the hell do you thiink you’d do ju2t fuckiing wiith iit for conveniience?

PC: Gain any semblance of agency I have left in this hellscape of a game.

PC: Keep my friends alive, and not be bogged down by all the shit of the universe while doing it.

PC: etc.

TA: …

TA: look.

TA: ii don’t know what iit ii2 about the code you’re wriitiing but ii know for a fact that nothiing good come2 of iit waay more than anythiing you’re actually tryiing two do doe2.

TA: ju2t. plea2e. don’t run that code.

TA: you’ll do more harm than good

TA: then your friiend2 wiill diie

TA: and then on top of that KK wiill nag me about iit.

At this point, this dude’s just becoming a drag. A pause and you come to realize that you are waay too tired to comb through this heap of code. You need some sort of break, a reprieve from thinking like a computer and a moment to think like a human being. Preferably a human who wasn’t coding or talking right now and slept for the next week. You gotta get this guy off your back, and only one way comes to your sleep-deprived mind.

PC: Fine then.

TA: what.

TA: really?

TA: you’re giiviing iit up that ea2iily?

PC: No.

TA: waiit. then what’re you doiing?

PC: Look.

PC: Dude.

PC: It’s waaay past midnight.

PC: I’m going to level with you:

PC: My code right now?

PC: Probably not my best work.

TA: no 2hiit.

PC: Not done.

PC: So this is either going one of two ways: you withdraw from this pestering- by force or by your own will- and I test my code like any developer would. Or- you actually help me, we test it, and I go the fuck to sleep.

PC: Your call.

You hold the phone like you’re waiting for a reply when in actuality you’ve closed your eyes and can feel the sweet sweet relief of no blue light forcing your eyes into a semi-alert hell. Your phone almost jiggles out of your hand with enough force to actually wake you up a little bit. You reluctantly open your eyes to see more dijon text in dual i’s.

TA: iin a biilliion alternate uniiver2e2 ii 2aiid fuck iit and let you run a code that'2 bugged two 2hiit whiile your 2e22iion cra2hed and burned.

TA: two be hone2t, kiinda wii2hiing thii2 wa2 one of tho2e, becau2e you’ve been nothiing but a paiin about liittle more than an alpha te2t for an acce22ory app.

TA: that you don’t even fuckiing need.

TA: you’re ju2t codiing for the 2hiit of iit.

TA: ju2t. what the hell.

PC: Well?

PC: What’s your answer troll dude, gonna help me debug this shit?

PC: Hack a game that’s fucked up our lives for just the slightest bit more control over it?

PC: Eh?

PC:…

PC: Yeah, that’s about as enticing as I can make that sound right now.

TA:…

TA: you know what?

TA: 2ure. you iin2ane apebea2t.

PC:…

PC: Call me y/n.

TA:…

TA: Sollux.

TA: Sollux Captor.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Ask meme

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag some blogs you would like to get to know better!

Tagged by @bellamatto

1. Name/Nickname: starts with an M but one of my many nicknames is kk

2. Gender: female

3. Star sign: Taurus

4. Height: 5"7’

5. Hogwarts house: Slytherin

6. Favourite animal: Sharks, scorpions, snakes, snails, parasites, spiders…

7. Hours of sleep: 7 or less because I hate sleeping

8. Dogs or cats: Cats but I don’t like to touch anything with hair that sheds so hairless cats or hypoallergenic dogs

9. Number of blankets: 2 or 3

10. Dream trip: To somewhere I get to see lava, so to a volcano with someone entertaining to talk to or somewhere quiet where I can see the stars.

11. Dream job: An astrobiologist or just like a job where I get to do research double checking people.

12. Time: my brain is split between EST and whatever you call the time zone the uk is in

13. Birthday: April 24th

14. Favourite bands: Arctic monkeys, half moon run, alt j, courtney barnett, ingrid michaelson, 21 piolets, the strokes, halsey, soley, chet faker, panic at the disco…

15. Favourite solo artist: I don’t actually care about the people I listen to so they’re all filed under ‘bands’ even if they’re just people

16. Song stuck in my head: my boy - billie eilish

17. Last movie I watched: The Last Jedi with much mixed feeling

18. Last show I watched: star trek tos

19. When did I create my blog: I think it was while I was bored in a computer class as a freshman in high school and then I didn’t use it for like 2 years. I think.

20. What do I post/reblog: whatever I happen to decide to draw/whatever people request

21. Last thing I googled: cosmic horror

22. Other blogs: @keyladeda is where i reblog things but I also have an aesthetic blog and I guess a cryptid blog

23. Do I get asks: yeah, every now and then but not as many as I used to

24. Why did I choose my URL: It was my fanfiction username from when I was an emo middle schooler whose favorite song was Little House by The Fray “she doesn’t look, she doesn’t see. Opens up for nobody.” *cringes to death*

25. Following: 1,013

26. Followers: 7,928

27. Lucky number: I don’t have one but I like the number 3, multiples of 3, and odd numbers over even

28. Favourite instruments: I dunno… I used to play the clarinet

29. What am I wearing: star trek shirt, purple hoodie with an elephant design on the front, and striped pajama pants

30. Favourite food: raspberry ice cream, cheese, spaetzle, ravioli

31. Nationality: I’m a white american with probably a lot of german ancestry

32. Favorite song: well, Amy Hit the Atmosphere or Hardcandy by Counting Crows both suit my mood and make me aggressively nostalgic

33. Last book I read: well if we talk nonfanfiction then American Gods, wich it thought was just radically okay. Nothing special.

34. Top three fictional universes I’d like to join: harry potter, star trek, leviathan (scott westerfeld)

To Tag!

Anyone who wants to do it, I’m too tired and nervous to tag anyone

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just hit 300 days on active island resident on acnh which means i can now time travel without it having an effect on nook miles stamps (as long as i dont time travel for extra gulliver/kk visits)

im going to keep playing every day through the end of february at least to check the able sisters, since the majority of what im missing from them is winter exclusive (35 of them, and 19 summer exclusive and only 6 things sold all year). also if i fly to harvey’s island every day i will get the dal model plane (the last dal item i need) just before the end of winter

aside from that im mainly concerned with the special visitors. i need 8 more gulliver visits for the gold shovel. probably will get at least 6 more in a month and a half, so i’ll be mostly done. i only need 5 more gullivarrr visits to get all of his items, so thatll probably be done by then

ive been using my two alt characters to get 3 models from each flick and cj visit. i only need flick 5 more times, and c.j. 8 times, and then i’ll have all the models in the game

im already done with label and leif, and saharah’s rugs and kicks are so rng-heavy that i dont think i’ll bother beyond the point that i finish with everyone else. from redd, i still need 16 more pieces of art, so i might just time travel since i had to in acnl after i waited week after week to get everything

15 more celeste recipes. i feel like not time traveling for those (thanks to meteonook i know the exact nights she has a chance of appearing, and specific nights on weeks where theres only one valid day)

not even halfway to 100 kk concerts, im at like 43. it would take another year to get that final nook miles stamp, and even though its just a few minutes of opening up the game every saturday (or sunday/monday if he gets displaced by an event) that seems like a long process just to get a little stamp and the option of selecting a couple more words on my passport so considering im nowhere near done and im definitely not going for every single nook miles stamp (ive realized certain ones, like crafting 3,000 tools, are definitely not worth the trouble) i might just stop when im done with everything else im focusing on

so yeah after march im probably going to step back a bit. then once ive finished off those visitors i can finally take a break. then maybe come back someday and actually start designing my island lmao the completionism has distracted me for far too long from the plans i had made for it

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Gender: Agender (they/them)

Sign: Cancer

Height: 5′4

Time: 11:57

Birthday: July 4th

Favorite bands: Alt-j, Daft Punk, thousand foot krutch, skillet

Favorite Solo: Stromae n bo burnham

Song stuck in my head: Stuck inside your head

Last movie I watched: This is the end

Last show I watched: One punch man

When i created my blog: dude i don’t know

What I post: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Last thing i googled: //shrug

Do I have any other blogs: ye

Do I get asks: i wish

Why I chose my URL: first thing to pop into my head

Following: 282

Followers: 335

Average hours of sleep: 3-4???

Lucky numbers: 3, 5, 9, or anything with those number together

Instruments: Clarinet n my voice

Wearing: thigh shorts and a grey shirt with a cat wearing glasses

Dream job: cartoonist/comic maker or veterinarian 

Dream trip: Germany (i guess) 

Favorite food: Sushi

Nationality: uhh

Favorite song: i have a lot

Last book i read: Shakespeare’s Macbeth 

Top three fictional universes I want to live in: Mob Psycho 100, Bnha, n Rick and morty

Anyone can do this, i don’t really have friends here