#and I thought it was infinitely funny

[cloudwhisper23]

Funny fact: every time I go to add something to one of my fanfiction pieces, I stare blankly at the folder it's in for like five minutes.

And yes, I write chapters individually in their own word doc. Since I don't have a beta reader, I just copy and paste it into Ao3 (or Tumblr) from here! (Unless it's a Tumblr exclusive, in which case I only have it on Tumblr [which means I have to search my blog tags] but yeah! You get to learn a bit more about me I guess!

[eggo-tistical]

sorry can we just talk about how light's choice for another kira proxy (doubling as a manservant) was a pale, sallow faced man with black shaggy hair, who was young enough to be around his age.... like i'm probably reaching but it's both so sickening and pathetic that he selected mikami, who did what L never would: worship light and carry out his bidding

[hannahdeer]

I was having fun on faceapp so...

edit: i just added another pic

[invinciblerodent]

I......

I don't know what to do with this information.

Emmrich may have said that "we have no business forbidding the harmless vices of the living" when someone proposed banning the collected reviews of the Randy Dowager from the Necropolis libraries, but I think I may have an idea as to which volume inspired that particular stance of his...

[nevesmose]

Separation 11347

This was, by Trazyn's infallible reckoning, his eleven thousand three hundred and forty-seventh divorce from Orikan. The Diviner, on the other hand, was adamant that it was in fact only their eleven thousand three hundred and forty-sixth. This dispute was what had caused the current divorce.

At first he had settled contentedly into his usual divorce routine, entering his meticulously-preserved time loop of a "Happy Divorce" party plucked from the Terran city-state of Nova Yoruk in early M3 as the Imperium kept its years.

As had been the case so many times before, the Lord of Solemnace basked over and over again in the reassurance of the assembled middle-aged humans that he was indeed so much better off without that asshole in his life, rounding off the festivities with a cake depicting a miniature confectionery figurine of Trazyn using a guillotine on a similarly-constructed sugar-based effigy of Orikan.

It was all very gratifying, and he was certain that when the amusement faded he would return to find Orikan waiting for him apologetically, his eminently bullyable faceplate resembling a weeping juvenile felid.

It was, however, not to be. He returned to the Galleries to find no trace whatsoever of Orikan. He was so disconcerted that he even briefly considered retrieving his much-prized clone of the primarch Fulgrim from stasis, but decided against it. It had, after all, only been a few subjective decades since he had placed the clone into a detailed diorama of the genuine being's final battle with his erstwhile companion Ferrus Manus for enrichment purposes. He had been thoroughly pleased with himself for coming up with entertainment of such realism and, judging by his mute tears of joy, so too was the clone.

What a wonderful caregiver I am, he had thought, jauntily walking away. Perhaps he and Orikan should adopt, which when used by Trazyn the Infinite is a word which means kidnap, an Astartes or Aeldari together.

Time passed and with no sign of Orikan's return, Trazyn felt it justifiable to seek other outlets for his multifarious urges. After exhausting every category on Cronhub and getting banned from Nemesorindr, he arose to find that the necrodermis of his lower limbs had spontaneously reformed itself into the shape of a baggy, ill-maintained example of the Terran garment known as sweatpants.

This could not stand. He resolved that he would start A Project, an undertaking of such majesty and glory that no one, least of all that cycloptic fool Orikan, could deny him the attention he deserved.

After brief forays into stop-motion animation and painting miniature Space Marines (accomplished by shrinking normal Astartes through arcane technosorcery and ignoring the resulting high-pitched noises as he applied pigment of a much too viscous consistency to their battleplate) his thoughts returned once more to his display of the battle between the primarchs on Isstvan V.

Theirs was a tragic tale of heartfelt companionship severed by corruption and betrayal. He himself had mentally projected several hundred phaeronfics about them to the great repository of the Necron race whose name, although untranslatable into any other language, was best rendered as The Sarcophagus-Belonging-To-Us-Alone, and some of them had even received multiple scarabs of approval from the discerning audience entrapped there forever.

Surely, he reasoned with the confidence of a being who had long since activated the developer console of his necrodermis body and manually increased its confidence, intelligence and charisma variables to 100, this meant that no one other than he could restore their friendship.

And so, in single-minded pursuit of compassion and friendliness, the Archaeovist and his forces wrought a swathe of destruction across the galaxy.

A foray into the Eye of Terror itself resulted in the capture of Fulgrim through the use of a vast two-pronged stick to pin the writhing daemon prince to the ground where he had been basking one day, while the sacrifice of his entire collection of ancient Terran doujinshis to the haemonculi of Commorragh itself had given him forbidden knowledge sufficient to wrest back the very soul of Ferrus Manus himself and place it into a suitably prepared necron host body via the biomorphic resonance of the necrodermis which had coated his hands in life.

Finally, the moment of glory came. The daemon Fulgrim and the metallically resurrected Ferrus Manus were placed into the same containment chamber and -

It was not at all what Trazyn had hoped. After a monumental bout of hand-to-hand combat lasting for hour upon hour, the two primarchs had settled into an uneasy stalemate, in the sense that Fulgrim was currently coiled around a light fixture on the ceiling and Ferrus had run out of objects to throw at him.

"You're even uglier now than you were when you had flesh," Fulgrim hissed venomously.

"And you were more of a snake then than you are now," Ferrus shot back, the frozen inexpressiveness of his necrodermis faceplate matching the famously stone-faced countenance he had displayed in life.

Fortunately Trazyn, who never made a mistake of any kind whatsoever, had prepared for such an eventuality. A concealed slot opened in the ceiling of the containment chamber, dislodging Fulgrim from his perch, and through the opening there descended a vast garment of woven silver-metallic fabric, emblazoned with inscrutable Necron symbols and sized in such a way as to accomodate the bodies of both primarchs.

"This is your get along shirt," Trazyn said, his voice amplified throughout the containment chamber. "You will wear it."

[c4n1d43cup1d]

drew this the other day

[enginator2000]

daily infinites 61-70. top 10 goobie woobies: number ten we got infinite. hes hella funny. then we got infinite. what a goat. then we got infinite; hes a menace, dont let his appearance fool you. then we got infinite, what a beast! then we got infinite, love him. no list is complete without infinite. uhhh then we got infinite. aww, its infinite! i love infinite. then we got infinite. aaaand this guy (infinite again)

part 1 part 6

[thesoupisburning]

right so you guys ever think about the spectre telling the narrator that hes more similar to her than to a person?

what "her" was she referring to? the fragment we call the spectre? the way he can only be perceived, not perceive himself? the ghost of him, the ghost of her? all of her?

im just. thinking. i always think about spectre. she has. a lot to say that i think is overlooked in favor of more common favorite routes like moment of clarity and the tower, but shes one of my favorites, and shes one of the only ones who SEES the narrator, save for wraith, who is. also her. or nightmare. and she says that hes not really a person. like her.

of course, that makes sense, we think shes a ghost and dead, so she is. but him. is the echo a ghost in the classical sense? is that what she meant? or are there layers?

she says he's not really like a person. what is a person to her? is she comparing the narrator to the "shards of broken glass on the floor" are her interactions with us and the voices the only "person" she knows?

i love love love when this game separates the narrator from us and our voices. i love it so much i think about it daily. props to tower for "layer of grime" that fucks so hard.

i don't have a thesis im just. thinking. how much of the narrator is left. really.

[designernishiki]

if you beat amon in dead souls kiryu gets an orbital death laser. just so you know

[proselles]

thing one and dumbass two

[dravidious]

The challenge levels in Under the Knife/Second Opinion have some dialogue at the start where the main villain says some stuff and the player character responds, and the two different player characters have different responses. Usually they're both counterpoints against whatever point the villain was making, declaring humanity's will to live blah blah blah, but on X-7...

"Death is baked into your very DNA, it is your nature. Your destiny."

"Bitch I'll kill you."

[thecottagecorebisexuals]

So. Y'all know how in the Characters Profiles, there's the harem + Catarina answering the question "Is there anything you would like your lover to do for you?"

And Catarina's answer is basically "Well, I used to think I wanted to be held like a princess and be whispered sweet nothings but I got that last one and it's too much." And there's no mention of her current wish so here's my headcanon: She wants to be the one pulling out the romance novel moves.

Here's my justification:

She wants too coolly princess carry her. Holding her like a princess.

Also, she's the one getting on one knee.

Her character profile:

[one-vivid-judgment]

The concept of IchiEi living together post-canon is so funny to me cause like,,, Eiji is NOT getting a job anytime soon after all this shit. Like, he tries but literally everyone knows what his bitch ass was getting up to and his reputation is in SHAMBLES. I'm sorry bby girl, I know you redeemed yourself, but try telling that to your potential employers.

So he then tries to get some housework done, cause Ichiban's been nice enough to let him stay so he might as well DO SOMETHING instead of contributing zilch to the household.

Let's give him credit and say that at least the apartment looks way better when he cleans (cause it literally can't look any worse), but if you think this man can COOK??? Yeah, it's a no for me dawg. He can and he will burn water while making pasta. He's a hot mess of a man. Please save him.

[meamiki]

i will not elaborate further beyond the original notes i had:

these are the type of thoughts i have while eating breakfast ASDASD

[fabdante]

I was tagged by @robinainthood !

Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone’s favorite.

I tried to limit things to one per fandom and also promptly forgot every character I ever liked however I could not exclude all 3 of my DmC kids so bonus Vergil option.

anywho, tagging: @thevampireauthoress @whimsipunk @ro-blaze @destroyyaa @bigsister-watches @cainite-bite (no pressure, only if you want!)

[anonyhun]

Dear Amnesia Tumblr

I would like to let you know that I had a dream last night and the next Amnesia game was called Amnesia: Women at Work.

Do with this information what you will.