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[solalunar-eclipse]

Strings Neither Green Nor Red

Chapter title: Pink Embroidery (Clickon K. Addison)

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Spamton belongs to Toby Fox, all other characters belong to @brightgoat on Tumblr and Twitter.

Click sighed. Vid had left their apartment keycard in their house again, and yet again, it was up to him to bring it to their workplace.

This had been happening more and more recently, and he was getting sick of it. Not only did it put him out of his way, but it cut into his break time, which he needed to be savoring every second of just to hold himself together. 

Ever since the rift in their department opened up with Spamton’s disappearance (which had only grown as Vid and Mags became more at odds), Click had been spending as much time avoiding the others as possible. This pattern forced him to do everything but that, making his mouth twist in annoyance as he rounded the corner towards the shop.

Click threw open the door to Vid’s place (a little convenience store, this week), not bothering to grab it before it slammed into the doorstop. “Hey! I got your keys!” he shouted into the silent store.

No reply came, except for the very faint echo of his voice off the tiled floors.

That kind of silence was weird, even for a depressed Video. Warily, he wandered up and down the aisles, unable to even catch sight of anyone at the register. Could Vid have gone out? But then why was the door unlocked? The yellow Addi had lost their apartment card, not the keys to their store.

Click’s ponytail twitched at a quiet noise, and he combed it over his shoulder somewhat shamefully, hoping nobody had seen that. 

That was nothing, however, compared to how he reacted when the storeroom door swung open in his peripheral vision.

It was sheer luck that his tail didn’t drop more than anything, but it certainly came close, given that he’d screamed nearly loud and high enough to shatter glass. Instinctively, Click summoned an arrow, pointing it at the figure in the doorway.

“…AH, [$!&*].”

That voice…

The pink Addison’s magic fizzled out as a new kind of terror welled up in the pit of his stomach. “S…Spamton?”

“[[The one and only!]] WHO’S IT LOOK LIKE I AM, [the Fonz]?” he shot back, looking decidedly unimpressed.

Click nearly let out a half-hysterical giggle, but choked it back. “N-no…” he said weakly, unable to muster a better response.

He’d been planning for this moment for years. His apology speech had been perfect—just the right blend of sales pitch and argument, sure to convince Spamton of his guilt and his desire to make it up to him. Now, though, he couldn’t remember a word of it.

Vaguely, he wondered if this was what stage fright felt like.

“You’re alive.” he managed to say, and then immediately winced. Way to point out the obvious, Click.

“WELL, DUH.” Spamton gestured to himself, blatantly unimpressed. “YOU GOT ANY MORE [Logical Deductions] TO POINT OUT, [[Sherlock]]?”

“Listen—Spam—” Click began, but he was rapidly cut off.

“NO. THAT WAS A [Answer Not Provided] QUESTION.” Spamton snapped. “I DON’T WANT TO [Here] ANY MORE OF YOUR [[Rated PG-13 For Foul Language]].”

“But I’m sorry—” he tried again.

Spam laughed harshly. “YOU?! SORRY? HA! AT LEAST [[Video compilation]] WAS BELIEVABLE. HE MIGHT’VE LIKED ME, [Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away]. I WAS JUST Y0UR [[Sob story]] [Punching bag]. AND YOU EXP3CT ME<TO [[Return to sender]] BACK T0 TH4T?!”

Click felt like he’d just been hit in the chest. “Wh—I don’t—just let me explain…”

“EXPLAIN WHAT? HOW I’M A [[glitchy little freak]] WHO’S [[going to come running back to us the second you fail]]? NO W4Y. I’M NOT GONNA [Put Up Your Dukes] WITH A [Round 2] OF THAT!!”

The pink Addi felt sick to his stomach. Hearing Spamton spew out his own words as part of his glitching genuinely left him closer to making a mess of the store’s floor than any alcohol could ever have done. 

Clutching at his mouth, Click leaned heavily against the shelves, resting his other hand on his knees. All his words were stuck deep in his throat, choked by the impact of his disgusting old speech.

Spam rolled his eyes. “SAME OLD [Drama Queen]. THAT [[Sales Shtick]] AIN’T GONNA WORK ON ME, YOU B[but are you okay?]!”

Click dragged himself back upright, leaning on one of the shelves. “Not really…but I probably deserved that…and more. I mean, I’m guessing you haven’t been okay for a while…”

Spamton seemed a little startled by his last outburst, as though he hadn’t meant to say that. When Click spoke, however, he refocused on the conversation.

“I MEAN, UNLESS YOU COUNT LIVING IN [[the trash like a rat]] AND [Eating the scraps from the table] AS OKAY.” he said, giving the pink Addi an irritated look.

“Oh, god…” Click groaned, as the true force of exactly what his words at the Cyber Grill had done hit him for the first time. “Oh, god, what did I do? I mean, at least you’re not dead, r—no, never mind, that sounds so messed up.”

“YOU GOT THAT ONE [Right as rain].” Spamton muttered. 

“How am I supposed to fix that?” he asked (mostly to himself), feeling weak. “How the hell do I—make this all go back to normal?”

“YOU DON’T. [U] CAN’T. [Default settings] AREN’T EVER COMING BACK, [[Clickbait]].”

“But I have to!” he cried, his speech fully off the rails by this point. “I need to, it’s eating me alive! Don’t you understand?! I can’t live like this!”

“Maybe I can help with that!” a voice said from behind him. 

“Vid!” Click gasped, never more relieved to see the yellow Addi than now. “Wait, actually, hold on—do you know why Spam’s in your store??”

Video sighed, giving him a half smile. “We started talking a few weeks ago. Now I’m working on making things up to him. Slowly.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone?! …never mind. That makes sense.” he sighed, still a little stung.

“But…how can you help?” Click asked, desperate.

“Okay, so listen, Click. This isn’t the kind of thing you can one-and-done. You’ve gotta prove, over and over again, that you’re not gonna treat him like you used to. Heck, he might never forgive you…I don’t even know if he’s fully forgiven me yet.” Vid said, surprisingly serious for once.

“That’s not helpful!” the pink Addi snapped.

Vid raised an eyebrow. “Aaand that’s the first thing you’ve gotta work on, right there.”

“What?” Click was bewildered.

“Your anger issues! Thing is, man…anyone who you don’t like, you yell at until you scare them the heck away.” Video explained. “‘S what ya did with Spam, right? Though for the life of me I can’t figure out what you hated about him so much.”

“I didn’t hate him.” Click scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I was just…annoyed.”

“Wow. How long’ve you been telling yourself that one?” Vid shot back. “You legit said the words ‘I hate Spamton’ out loud. More than once. And you insulted him, like, all the time! Since when have you ever not hated him? …no offense, Spam.”

“SOME TAKEN. FROM [[Cotton Candy Half Off]], NOT YOU.”

“W-wait, but that’s not what I meant—!” Click cried. “I…”

“YOU KNOW HE’S [Right on the money!], DONTCHA.” Spam sighed.

“But, it didn’t mean anything, did it? It was just…what we did! I mean, how else was I supposed to act when—”

Click cut himself off, unwilling to say the rest of the sentence out loud.

—when you were such a total failure?

“When what.” Spamton snarled, all glitching gone.

“No, it’s nothing! Really! I didn’t mean it!” Click yelped. “Dammit, I’m not messing this up again!”

“Aren’t you?” Vid asked, very little sympathy present.

The pink Addi turned several shades paler.

“Listen, man. I’m gonna give ya one last bit of free advice.” Video continued. “If you’d spent one damn minute actually hearing out Spam’s feelings way back when—geez, even just listening to one of his pitches—maybe you wouldn’t’ve made so much fun of him! Can you even imagine how hard it is to mess up sale after sale and then come home to your resident Pink making fun of you nonstop? And to put up with that for literal years? Don’t you get just how much that takes?”

Click felt a mounting realization building inside him. “Oh, god.”

“Yeah. Just, like, think for maybe five seconds about how the person on the other end feels, okay? Even if Spam never forgives you, at least you’ll know you won’t make the same mistake again.” Vid finished.

“DAMN, VID! WHEN DID YOU [Becomed] THE [[Mom Friend]]?” Spam called from behind Click.

Meanwhile, the pink Addi was having a crisis. “I thought you didn’t care! Are you saying I’ve been kicking you while you were down this whole time?” he asked, stunned.

“UH, YEAH??” Spamton said, like that should be obvious.

“…but, wait—does that mean I’m like the other Pinks?!” he cried.

“Did—did you think you weren’t?” Vid wheezed. “What planet have you been living on?”

“I thought I was better than them!” Click shrieked, defensive.

“TECHNICALLY, YOU’RE THE [#1] THOUGHTFUL [[Magenta]] IN OUR DISTRICT…BUT THAT’S A [How Low Can You Go?] BAR, PAL.” Spamton explained.

“So what you’re saying is, ‘better than Joyston’ is still pretty damn terrible.” Click muttered. “…actually, that sounds really obvious when I say it out loud.”

��[TBH], YOUR ONLY REDEEMING [[Quality Product]] IS THAT YOU’RE A TOTAL DORK AROUND POPPUPS.” Spam said.

Click opened his mouth, ready to snarl some insult right back. He could feel a million appear instantly in his head, ready to fire for maximum impact.

And then, he saw Spamton brace himself.

Instantly, he felt sick all over again. He really hadn’t changed, had he? Honestly, he deserved way worse than being made fun of for his love of poppups. Spam should be beating the life out of him right now, not patiently explaining where he’d gone wrong!

“I really am a terrible person.” he said instead, his shoulders slumping.

“I don’t know about terrible, but you’re…really good at hurting people.” Vid said, and Click winced. “But, that doesn’t mean you can’t change that! It’s pretty hard for Addis to change, but I sure have.”

“Yeah, you’re being weirdly rational right now.” Click said. “Why?”

Vid sighed. “Back before…everything, things never went wrong for me. Sure, I might’ve lost a sale here or there, but nothing, like, apocalyptic ever happened. But having your whole life turned upside down kinda changes your outlook…I still wanna live life to the fullest, but now I’m a lil’ more careful to keep an eye on how other people are feeling, too.”

“HEY, HANG ON, [[Video player]]! YOUR [life turned upside down] AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN GET TO GO TO [[Bel-Air]]? ROUGH.” Spam said, suddenly smirking.

“Wh—HA!” Video cackled. “Did I really say that?”

“YEP.”

Click’s first instinct was to roll his eyes again at such a (frankly) lame joke. But then, he noticed how Vid was genuinely laughing for the first time in years. And Spamton—Spamton was grinning. For real. 

Faintly, ever so faintly, Click felt his expression relax into the lightest of smiles. His shoulders dropped, and he leaned a little more into the shelf. 

“Guess that wasn’t half bad, Spam.” he hummed.

Both of the other people in the store did double takes. “SERIOUSLY?” Spamton asked, startled.

Vid just beamed.

Blushing, Click looked away, feeling tense again. “Hey, I have to start somewhere, right?!”

“YOU GUYS ARE [[Full of surprises]].” Spam said, smiling wryly.

“Having the element of surprise isn’t just for fighting tactics!” Video cheered.

Click smiled again, briefly. It was getting easier already, when he allowed himself to be infected by Vid’s energy instead of pushing it away.

“MY [20XX—20XX planner]’S GONNA BE FULL IF I START SPENDING [[Time is money!]] WITH BOTH OF YOU, YOU KNOW.” Spamton said, but not in a way that suggested this was necessarily an issue for him.

“Sounds like a good problem to me.” Click replied, after a moment of thought. It wasn’t too difficult for him to not be annoyed by Spam’s presence, given how long he’d been hoping for exactly this. Responding to him genuinely was still weird, though…it took actual effort for him to think of something that wasn’t a snappy retort.

“...OKAY, THIS IS ACTUALLY [[Stranger Than Fiction!]]. WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH [Clickbait]?” Spam asked, a faint smirk on his face.

“Is that your new nickname for me?” Click said, raising a brow. “I’ll have you know my businesses are all perfectly respectable!” He stuck his nose in the air, only a little bit serious. 

“SURE, SURE…WHATEVER YOU SAY.”

It took all of Click’s strength not to slice back at Spamton. Instead, he rolled his shoulders, sighed, and asked, “What are you going to do now?”

Spam’s look of surprise when the pink Addi spoke, however, made all his effort worth it.

Once he’d recovered, though, he asked, “WANNA GET SOME [[Sweet treats]]? I [Seeing Is Believing!] A COTTON CANDY STAND THIS MORNING!”

Click’s eyes lit up, and unbeknownst to him, his ponytail began to swish excitedly. “Really? Where?!”

“DOWN BY THE [[Carnival in town]]! …BUT YOU’RE PAYING.” Spam said, smirking.

The pink Addi winced, but even that wasn’t enough to deter him from the prospect of his favorite food. “I’ll take that deal.”

Spamton beamed from ear to ear, stunning Click into silence. “HEY HEY HEY, WHADDAYA KNOW! LOOKS LIKE I CAN STILL [[Salesman Never Sleeps]] AFTER ALL!”

Click groaned softly, but without malice. “Dammit, it’s not fair! You know my weak spot, don’t take advantage of me like this!”

“HAEHEAHAHA! A GUY’S [Gotta Do What He’s Gotta Do!]!!!” 

“Yeah, yeah. You coming or not?” the pink Addi asked, pushing himself off the shelf and heading for the door. 

“JUST TRY TO KEEP UP!” Spam exclaimed, already right beside him.

It was only once they’d left, the bell on the door long since finished ringing as it swung shut, that Vid remembered they hadn’t even gotten their apartment card back.

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[stil-lindigo]

lighthearted.

if this comic resonated with you, please consider donating to this palestinian escape fund (vetted by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein) as it is less than $7,000 away from it's goal.

i turn 24 today. To celebrate, I made this comic to be a spiritual successor to lead balloon, a comic in which I talked about the darkest period of my life so far.

A lot has changed since my 23rd birthday and this one. My priorities have shifted a lot, in ways that I think are mostly good. But i think the best part about today is that suicide has gone back to being a far away notion. I'm really lucky, and I'm grateful for that.

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[sixpennydame]

Hi Sailor 👋 How are doing?

I have caught up with North Star. I won’t deny the scene of Levi meeting Hange, it really brought tears in my eyes.

And, I really want to hug Catherine. She endured so much in her and like Levi, she believes she’s undeserving. I, myself can relate to her. Though, I didn’t face the same situation, I know how it feels like.

Until then, take care 👋

Hi San 👋 It’s so good to hear from you! The semester started today so it’s nice to have students back on campus. Hopefully I’ll find time to write. 😬

Ahhhh…this chapter was emotional for me to write too. Levi and Catherine, both dealing with their own pain - of surviving, of being left behind, of the reluctance to move forward. They both feel alone, but they’ll soon realize that’s not the case. 💕 As Shakespeare said, “The course of true love never did run smooth..”

Let’s see what this winter in Mursa has in store for them… 😉

[commsroom]

the u.s.s. horrible unending nightmare 💥 (once again from the incredible @hehearse)

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

✿.✿.✿

you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

✿.✿.✿

[stealingpotatoes]

Hello you had a dc era? I need more of your Batfamily they’re so delicious! Also happy birthday

i'm always in my dc era deep down, but my absolute Peak batfam/dc phase was when batgirl of burnside and grayson were running so in honour of tweenage me, Them:

(commission info // tip jar!)

[bixels]

Why the hell, shit, you damned bastard son of a bitch

[technically-human]

Comfort and safety and such things

This one was actually a commission! I had a lot of fun working with such a cute concept

[jonsawilldanceanon]

Lack of Morals ~ Lack of Vows

[kitsuneisi]

Despite literally ordering volume one (so excited btw- anytime i think about the fact i was lucky enough to order everything i literally buzz with excitment and flap my hands) I always forget that Double Hearted is like. A real thing. With multiple volumes. With multiple chapters in those volumes. Like this is Real. This right here? This is a whole complete comic SERIES.

Do you realize how cool that is? How amazing you and Maruu are? Do you understand that you guys have basically revolutionized the art community within the Hc/life series fandom? You guys didn't just create a silly little au with amazing writing and drawings, you guys created a real, tangible, thing that hasn't fully been done before. Comics? Sure. Merch? Sure. But ddvau is different, because its not only spiraled into something that is known by the majority of the fans here, but it's literally not even the whole au. Double Hearted is just a mini story, something happening in the background of your own original story.

And that? That amazes me. You and Maruu are so talented, and have created something that will probably go down in the metaphorical history books of the HermitCraft/Life Series fandom. You guys deserve so much love, because you have inspired hundreds of people, if not thousands, and that alone is something most artists only wish they could do.

BUBUBUUBUBUBUBUBUBUUUUBUBUB

[sweetieviktor]

jealous! viktor x reader (headcanons + tiny scenarios)

summary: viktor sees you talking with a friend and get jealous.

content warning: idk if it counts as a cw but jealousy?? also, i made with s1 viktor in mind!

author notes: heyyy, so sorry this one is little, im still trying to find motivation after the end of the series but i think it turned out cute! thank u for the request and hope u like it!! :)

» it was a common sight to see you walking up and down piltover’s academy, working or just chilling on lunch breaks, but every time viktor would approach you, you were already with someone. sometimes an unknown person, other times with a friend, laughing and joking, touching them in such a sweet way, side by side in the aisles.

» he looked at you both, blood boiling and shaky hands. if you looked at him, it was possible to see his lips forming a thin line, brows furrowing, his left eye almost twitching. oh, he was jealous.

» he felt angry at himself to feel like this, he didn't mean to be jealous at all, but he wanted to steal you away, just for a second, and be the one by your side, be the one you smiled to, the one you’ve been touching so sweetly.

» he wanted to reach for you, to interrupt your silly conversation about whatever you two have been talking about, he wanted to share his new discoveries with you, he wanted to be in their place so bad.

» but he couldn't complain, not when you waved a goodbye at your friend, and turned your body, recognizing viktor, eyes lighting up immediately, smiling from ear to ear.

“viktor!”, you shouted, voice echoing in the aisle while you walked to him, “i’ve been looking for you all day. you wouldn't believe what happened!”

he looked at you, expression softening, eyes shining, mimicking yours, his thin lips now turning into a little smile, “yeah? tell me."

» soon all the jealousy melted away, now, he is the one walking by your side.

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when Wilson says House's name

[nitefise-art]

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[babypuphole]

well, i classify the customers as the people. they're the one's paying mommy after all. so your third customer is the proud owner of three stocky cross-mixes that have never spent a day in a doggy training (unlike you, the video i took of that day is doing so well on all the icky porn sites rn)

you're sore and achy from the first two customers and now your poor holes are going to be subjected to three sturdy dogs all at once. the first is going to slobber all over your dripping cunt for all of two seconds before he fucks deep inside of you. he fucks harder and rougher and his cock is much girthier than the ones before him, you'll be delirious with pleasure in no time.

one of the puppies is the gentler of the trio but that doesn't mean he doesn't want his fill too. he comes around and lays on his side, red rocket exposed, hard and waiting. you get scratched up a bit by the first dog as you inch closer and bend down, licking at the second pup's throbbing cock. the dog behind you growls a warning, but lets you take the second dog into that cute little mouth of yours so you can pleasure the gentle one.

you love the taste. mommy's pretty sure you'd live off doggy cum if you could. so suck it all down like an obedient little bitch while your boycunt gets thoroughly bred. i bet you'd be moaning around it with your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

the pair finish at around the same time, and the gentle dog licks at your face when he stands, cleaning up the mess of cum that you didn't manage to swallow. you stay knotted to the first dog for a while before he grows tired and tears himself free. you're only free for a moment before the third dog is upon you. the biggest of the three and the scariest.

he smells the bitch on you and mounts you in seconds but--oh no! it looks like it's gone in the wrong hole! you're so covered in slick that it doesn't take much for him to push in, and even if you wanted to, there'd be no fighting him pff.

but it's okay. mommy programmed a little trigger for when that happens so every time he bottoms out inside of you it feels like a mini orgasm. it also makes a big, stupid, ahegao grin stretch your face. you're such a disgusting little anal whore and you love it, don't you, puppy? <3

he nips your neck to claim you once he pumps you full, growling if you dare try and pull away. the stretch in your ass is so humiliating, even through all the hypnosis mommy's put you through but if anything that would just make you wetter. i bet you'd push between your legs and rub your lil cunnie to the shame of it. what a dirty kiddo.

finally, the owner is one of the rare few who sits in and strokes his cock at you debasing yourself. he pays very well and even know you don't like human cock nearly as much as dog cock, mommy's gonna let him use you too.

i know you'll be a good baby boy and take it for mommy, hm? you're such a good puppy for me, and it feels so good to present your holes and obey.

three at once is so tiring but so nice!! feeling doggy cøck in all of my holes, filling me up like the perfect breeding puppy i am!! 🥰 thank you mommy!

of course i’ll take it!! it’s my job, right? and it feels so good to obey mommy and obey the customers, just like i was always meant to!! he can use all my holes if he wants to!! ☺️💕✨