#angeleofbrahma

[dilfsisko]

saw rocket pocket pants today. effervescent

ASDFGDFGSF

did jasper tell you they called him a whore

[adulthooliganism]

could you possibly explain doc sung's backstory to me?

okay okay okay so the thing about twrp is there's no lore and everything is made up on the spot and they're like "well when you travel space and time things get a little wonky and it's hard to keep track of what happened in this dimension vs other dimensions"

BUT my understanding is he's from the fifth dimension and sorta scoured the universe for the Best Musicians to form his band, twrp

he found havve in the mesozoic and saved him by replacing his heart with an 808 drum machine

i think phobos and meouch had already met when he recruited them, and by "had already met" i mean "meouch's funk fucking genocided phobos' entire planet, but, like, it's cool and they've moved on from it and they're best buds now"

he's got this light on his chest which is his ~prismatic core~ or whatever but canonically all it does is prevent him from stubbing his toe

twrp's lore is a fucking nightmare which is to say there is no lore and fans just make up shit to fill in the gaps where they've given us Nothing

[irradiatedsnakes]

kiss kin kill: jonny d'ville, gunpowder tim, toy soldier

kill jonny. rest in piss idiot

kiss ts......i love the it :pleading: :heart:

and i guess that leaves tim to kin. that’s fine. i can vibe with that.

[niceferatu]

also 7

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7. What shirt are you wearing?

a white shirt with this logo on it:

[ID: a logo that reads "Mac - Apella" in blue and black text. there is an image of four microphones fanned out in a green and blue gradient next to it, with the microphone lead becoming the dash between the two words.]

it's for the a capella group I'm in. we did end up changing the group's logo in like the last 2 months but this shirt is a few years old and I'm sentimental

[star-temeraire]

YOU PUNCHED A MINER OUT OF THE AIR???

yes i did. although given the fact that it got straight back up and swooped me again and i ended up with two dislocated fingers i think i came off worse.

[thirdplanet]

can you make your own socials?

HMMMm.. i guess i could make a sideblog on this account or something 👀 i think i will do that, ty for for the suggestion !

[primatechnosynthpop]

sorry if this is unwanted but in that picture of riker i think he's actually playing a trombone, not a saxophone

Aw beans, you're right. I'll go edit it.

[raphaellalacognizi]

Fun fact (tw for suicide and homophobia): John Winchester specifically spent Dean’s 17th birthday with Sam, and sent Dean on his first solo hunt to kill the ghosts of a couple of lesbian nuns who killed themselves when they were found out. I wish John Winchester a very special die

[Image ID: the Bugs Bunny “I wish all blank a very pleasant blank” meme edited to say, “I wish all john winchester a very DIE”]

[image2fiction]

[ID: Yellow 3D text with red edges that reads “what is a god compared to a cowboy”. It is tilting left and right on a loop. End ID]

Summary: Two gods go on a cowboy adventure? It’s hard to explain...

hey folks i hope you enjoy our cowboy story, we didnt know what was going to happen with it, we started with the GIF and tried to capture the energy it felt to us and eventually chaos ensued please send us other images or GIFs to write from. we actually want to write lots of short maybe 500 word ones, and it’s going to take a lot of self-control. we’ll probably keep continuing this one to longerform though, especially if you tell us to. thanks for vibing and keeping it tight if you need me im on my cell 

- @tiredwiredandtired

what is a god compared to a cowboy

part 1 

“What is god compared to a cowboy.” An intrusive thought echoed through my mind as I pushed through the doors of the saloon, one hand on my holstered revolver, the other swung up to brush the sweat from my brow.

The saloon, forever covered in dust from the cracks in the windows, walls, and open doors, was largely empty, aside from an old man at the piano, the bartender, and a few guys playing cards in one corner.

“That lying bard-” I stopped thinking mid-thought. There he was. A tall man cloaked in worn fabric, what was once elegantly-patterned layers of detail - now torn and stained by the harsh, dusty, wind of the outlands. There he stood, a god. Imperfect, seemingly human, but a god nonetheless. Brangus.

I grit my teeth as we sized each other up. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then, reaching a wordless agreement, we both gave a sharp nod. I turned my head to the old man slightly, not breaking eye contact with my opponent. “Hit it, Joe.” I spat like so much old chewing tobacco.

“Is that the way you greet old friends these days, Jaroline? I’ll admit I’m not familiar with the sentiment, but something about it rings quite offensive.”

“I’m talking to Joe right now. You, I will deal with in a moment.” I caught Joe’s eye as he turned from the piano to catch mine. An understanding nod, and the instrument sprung to life at the hands of the best keysmasher in the Deep South.

The sounds of steam through brass pipes, of bells, and whistles, and bangs and clangs, filled the air as I turned my attention back to Brangus and we got back to buildin’ up that tension. The tension that you can feel, like a thunderstorm comin’. That kind of tension.

Brangus withdrew a cigar from his coat pocket and placed it between his lips like a cigarette, and made his way over to Joe’s machine. He leaned against it and threw me a snide grin.

“You know I’ve never been one for showtunes, Jaroline!” He roared over the slapping cacophony, turning to Joe. “Now I’m sorry to have to do this to your machine, young man, but well, I need a light and… ah, anyway, hit it Joe!” 

Joe leapt back as Brangus slammed an open palm on top of the machine, which sparked on impact as the top of the contraption burst into flame and splinters. The fire began consuming the delicately carved oak and mahogany of the still-whirring and pounding cabinet of gears, cymbals and drum skins. Without an operator, the noise began to die down as the burning flames swallowed up the machine entirely. A leathery hand hovered in place, lighting a cigar on a makeshift furnace.

“Sorry, old chap, you’ll find physical possessions a fool’s gambit anyway,” He shrugged to Joe, before turning to me, raising a hand to the ceiling. “Back to the greatest fool of them all.” He snapped his fingers and time stopped around us.

The saloon was frozen. The swirling motes of dust around us, the flames and smoke produced by melting varnish. The bartender quietly and resignedly setting up a third Kickstarter page for Joe’s next machine, Joe himself and the gamblers, all stuck in place, trapped by their own understanding of time and their physical limitations. I sighed, turned and jumped the bar to pour myself a glass of “house special”. I took a long drink, grimacing, and stared at my old friend.

“What do you want, Brangus?”

to be continued...

[ID: It is a yellow, pensive face emoji, but it has had a brown, 3D cowboy hat added. The facial expression of the emoji could be read as somber acceptance, or regretful. End ID]

another fine @tiredwiredandtired & @angeleofbrahma chaos fiction

[zedvancement]

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[tillman]

fuck yeah, stir fry

it was SO FUCKING GOOD... i got to actually use french ginger and garlic in it and GOD it helps so much. we didnt have much soy sauce fr the actual sauce of it but i managed to scrape by w a shit ton of other sauces mixed in. mirin is fucking good bro its . god . it was delish 

[shmoo92]

[ID from @angeleofbrahma : a photo of Dean Winchester from the shoulders up, smouldering at the viewer. Text at the top reads: “Claims to be pro life”. End ID]

[niceferatu]

ily! also, for the ask game, 12 (i rigged it)

uwu

12. Who told you they loved you last?

im tryna think of something funny and mean to say here but uhh I love you too and also it was you

[primatechnosynthpop]

riker (beardless edition)

Skdkdjsj yeah I mean I wanted to point it out and I wasn't sure how else to. He's the special beardless deluxe.

[leylaskryn]

angeleofbrahma: nightmaskart: Whisper to me “You’re enough” [ID: digital fanart of Beau and Yasha from Critical Role. Both are looking at the viewer as they embrace, giving the slight feeling that the viewer is interrupting. Beau sits beside a white rose bush, wearing black pants, a light blue button-up and suspenders. One of the suspenders is falling down, her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, and her short is entirely unbuttoned, revealing her defined abdominal muscles. She reaches up and touches one of Yasha’s arms, which rest on Beau’s shoulders and gently around her neck. Yasha stands close behind Beau, her long black and white hair loose and adorned with small blue flowers. She is wearing her trademark blue face paint: a solid block of dark blue on the upper half of her face and a vertical blue line from her bottom lip to chin. Yasha is wearing a long black backless dress with thin sleeves that fall over her shoulder, and long black lace gloves that end in a point between her index and middle fingers. End ID]

Whisper to me “You’re enough”

[tillman]

hey val what's a worm