#branching out to each other

[candycryptids]

Do me a huuuge favor and reblog/like/whatever this post if you’re cool with random character questions to your inbox

[julykings]

what's ur fav album right now ?

[habken]

How do you feel about bkdk accidentally edating au?

been thinking about bkdk unknowingly dating online for years I love the concept so much :’)

In general that whole “cornered by the middle school bully so you send one last text to your minecraft gf and his phone vibrates” as bkdk is so funny to me

[ryssbelle]

Does the flower from your first n2 post have any significance? Why isn't it blooming?

Yes the flower here does have significance!

It’s a memorial flower, the exact species of flower is one I made up, it’s one that has a strange growth period, there’s no real way to tell when it’s going to bloom but it does only bloom at night.

John Dory got the seeds while on one of his searches and gave it to Floyd since at the time Floyd was severely depressed and was spending all day everyday in his room in the bunker. JD had given Floyd a bunch of seeds for a garden but Floyd ended up only planting one which he’s been taking care of since he planted it.

He planted it on Clays birthday so they refer to it as Clay’s flower, but it’s a memorial for all their lost family members, so their parents, grandma, Clay, and Spruce/Bruce

Other than just maintaining it, Floyd also talks to it like the ones they lost can hear him through the flower, he visits it at least once everyday while the other brothers only visit on anniversaries and birthdays. (They also only bring the lights and photos out then as well, to keep the photos safe from damage)

It’s Floyd’s way of grieving :)

[daily-crowley]

Crowley Of The Day: gorgeous 😍

(I used up all my hashtags that I couldn’t do my usual GO tags that I always do lol I don’t care)

[blluespirit]

Another thing I love about is Zuko is 100% ready for a fight at all times. When Azula shows up at the Western Air Temple he’s immediately ready to go all hands. The Earth Kingdom soldiers in Zuko Alone want to fight? My man’s going to do it and he’s going to humiliate you while he’s at it. When he and Katara are hunting down Yon Rha and they find the current leader of the Southern Raiders Zuko beats that guy up no problem. When he sees Iroh in prison post-COD he’s throwing that guard up against the wall and off his feet like he’s a couple of grapes. The Beach has him launching people across the room. He’s ALWAYS ready to go and he’s not afraid to just throw away the bending, the swords and the knives and just go all in with just his hand-to-hand combat skills.

[disastrousduckss]

We Are In Sync AU, the kids ref sheet snsnsksksk

Ref for before and after Trolls 1

HYPE

Is in charge of his younger brothers

Is the one of the few trolls go to for help

Really tries to be a good example to others, but his brothers make that impossible

BOOM

Is the one who gets him and the others into something they can't back out of

Designs clothes for him and his family

Has a friendly rival with Satin and Chenille

Is trying to be a bit more tough as he is the sensitive one in the group

Has fought with Creek at least once

BRANCH

Is the one that is smart in the terms with survival

Is the one who has the braincell between him and Boom....most times

Is taught how to hunt a little bit early on (only because he followed Ablaze on one of his hunts without him knowing, almost getting him killed)

Has really fast reflexes

(they all were leaf vests to match with Branch, a little signature thing within the family)

[acircusfullofdemons]

misc paracosms // resident evil: village

🚨 FANDOM DNI

Ever since my family moved to this village this have been … off. You noticed it, haven't you? The dogs. I mean, they've always liked me. Now, though, it's like I have control over them. I don't know how to describe it. They—they follow me everywhere. I don't mind it. They're … nice to me.

But it's weird, isn't it? Anyone else would be torn to shreds. I can stick my hand in one of their mouths and they'd lick it.

... I don't know what's going on. There are only two people that can give me answers. One is dead. The other runs that factory. So, I'm going inside, Mr. Winters. You can come with me if you'd like, but you can't stop me.

[mc-critical]

1.10 / 1.09

[rexxdjarin]

hey besties :) let’s all remember that the Star Wars fandom is supposed to be a community. you should be supporting as many people as you can, not just the same two or three people.

there are hundreds of writers you can read the work of and support. Reblogging, reading their works etc. You don’t have to only stick to the same 2-3 people.

there are hundreds of artists whose art you can love and reblog and spread around. You can commission an up and coming artist instead of the same 2 people who get hundreds of commissions.

we all need to get our act together because this fandom doesn’t really feel like much of a community anymore. there’s so much focus on trying to promote ourselves and our friends only when there are so many new people out there we should be supporting and bringing into the fold.

We need to do better.

Follow the lead of @fandom-friday and @kimiheartblade trying to promote peoples work with their fic/art promotion events.

We need to be better about spreading works again re: Reblogging, promotions, commissions whatever.

I’m tired of seeing people leave or feel too down to continue the work they once loved.

[dark-elf-writes]

I know I jokingly mentioned Fawn Spots Harry being homesick when he goes to Hogwarts, but this kid would be homesick.

More under the cut because this grew legs.

The longest he had ever been away from his parents is the odd weekend where he was being watched by Josh, May, or on one rather thrilling occasion joining Aphrodite on a leg of her tour that was close to home, and he has never been separated from his brother for more than a day since Jason was born. He had tried of course, had even managed the occasional sleepover with some of the other kids whose parents work at H.E.R.A. but he was always glad to go home in the morning.

Hogwarts is different.

He is half a world away from his family, can’t call them, and surrounded by people who take too much of him. (He will never forget the first time someone casually called him Harry seconds after meeting him. Will never forget the fourth year Hufflepuff who asked him if he remembered his parent’s dying. Will never forget the third year that grabbed his chin so hard it ached to touch his scar and the bubbling of fear in his throat before Fred had all out tackled the older student away from him.)

Harry doesn’t sleep much those first few weeks.

Boredom drags him out to the common room and away from the snoring of the other first year gryffindor boys. Not that sitting in one of the plush chairs in front of the fireplace and watching the flames is much more interesting, but it’s better than Ron mumbling about his great aunt’s doilies in his sleep.

It’s Percy that finds him, and for a second Harry is struck with that old terror of breaking a rule (mum and Bibi told him he was allowed to make mistakes. That he wouldn’t be locked away or hurt for telling them. But they weren’t here.) but the older Weasley brother just settles on the couch next to Harry’s chair and pulls out a textbook.

The turning of pages and soft scratch of Korean is so familiar Harry cries. Percy is kind enough not to mention it, though Harry can feel eyes on him, watching to make sure he is okay.

An odd, quiet friendship is formed in those late nights. They never talk about it during the waking hours, not even when Harry slowly gravitates closer and closer until he is leaning against Percy’s side while he studies. Sometimes Harry manages to fall back asleep between the warmth of the fire and the steady sound of Percy breathing. Others he cries, silent and hardly daring to move. Others still he works up the courage to ask about Percy’s homework. Percy doesn’t mind, he claims that explaining it out loud helps him learn it better. “Teaching is the ultimate Mastery, Potter, “ He says with a soft smile and softer eyes behind those glasses.

(Percy never takes, not even when Harry grows close to his brothers, not even when he catches Harry breaking rules outside of their late night meetings. Harry gives Percy his name in the middle of one of his lessons on spells years ahead of Harry. He catches Percy’s smile out of the corner of his eye before the older boy continues his explanation.)

He isn’t sure what makes him talk one night. Isn’t sure but is helpless to stop once he starts.

“The castle smells wrong.”

Percy hums, marking his place in the textbook and turning to give Harry his full attention. “Wrong?”

“Wrong!” It’s perhaps a bit too loud considering the late hour, but Harry keeps going. “It’s all stone and wind and potion ingredients. And it’s quiet! It stupid! I shouldn’t miss the sounds of sirens and car alarms in the middle of the night but it’s like the whole world is holding its breath! There’s no music other than the frog choir! It’s all quiet! Like it’s dead!” Harry realized with a start his face was wet with tears, weeks of frustration and loneliness bubbling over. “And it’s so dumb that phones don’t work here! Why not? It’s magic! I should be able to call anywhere! From the bottom of the lake with the stupid squid! I should be able to never have to pay for phone service or wifi ever! Instead it’s just a bunch of nosey people in a castle that smells wrong!”

Percy nods sagely. “I always thought it should smell more like bread.”

It draws Harry up short. “Bread?”

“Mum cooks a lot. The house always smells like bread and bacon grease.” It shocks a laugh out of Harry. It makes him cry harder. It makes him feel a little less alone. Percy leans back against the couch and stretches an arm out along the back in a way that is all the twins and looks so weird on him. Like when Jason tried to mimic Harry. Harry settles against Percy’s side pressing his face into his comfy knit sweater.

“What do you think it should smell like, then?” Percy’s voice is quiet. Barely louder than the crackling of the fire.

Harry closes his eyes. “Like coffee and lemon cookies,” He says, looking at the flames. “My mum bakes a lot and she and Bibi are addicted to coffee.”

Percy snorts. Harry feels a hand in his hair that was so familiar a fresh wave of tears hit him. “How American.”

“Bibi is Greek, actually.”

The hand in his hair tugs gently on a stray lock. “Do you know Greek then?” Harry nods, pressing back against Percy’s hand like Jason’s puppy aura, eager for pets if only to drive away the spike of feeling in his chest.

“That’s worse than the quiet I think,” Harry admits. “It all English unless it’s spells.”

Percy hummed, then pointed to the fire with his free hand. “What’s fire in Greek?”

So Harry teaches him.

(The next morning Harry has to bite back tears when he sees a plate of lemon cookies and a carafe of coffee waiting at his usual seat. Percy toasts him with a fresh cut slice of bread and a smile when he looks up the table. He adds enough sugar and cream to his coffee that it’s nearly white, but the first sip feels so much like home the ache in his chest lessens just a bit more.)

[sunny-knight]

Oh boy this is about to be a double whammy…

Ive got an amv idea! Im probably not gonna start it for a bit though cause im *cough* busy

but also! Ive got an UNDERTALE ANALYSIS!!! so thought id share now…

“Merry Christmas, Please Dont Call” by Bleachers has been getting quite popular on tiktok, and OHH its soooooo good…

Listening to it on repeat though… It got me thinking… and appreciating sans’ character…. a LOT MORE??

Like yeah I already did really like/appreciate him, but this song is giving a LOTT more words to those feelings- AND YEAH.

This is gonna be a wonderful spiral of AMV visualizing + Undertale character/theme analysis… SO ENJOY! IF YOU WANT!

Heres a visual for the lyrics I have most in mind!

We start off strong, in an ending where you’ve gone and killed Papyrus and/or an inexcusable amount of Monsters-

The subject of this song is about Frisk/You as the player. Its even more fun this way cause Sans in game calls you “kid”…

and its even BETTER with this spesific line from the Empress Undyne Ending (w Papyrus dead) in mind AUGH

You Left Me On The Line Kid, Holding All Your Baggage.

Sans believes that “the anomaly” is doing all of this for SOME reason, subconsciously or not. Maybe they’re just missing something in their life, and thinking this will all fill their void??

But…In an ending where you’ve killed way too many people/Papyrus, I imagine Sans cant exactly justify whatever reason he believes the anomaly has anymore.

So, the wording “left me on the line with all your baggage” is him basically saying “you took out all your personal problems on people that were not in any way involved, and ruined my entire life. what the hell, man?”

Then the rest of that verse carries that same vibe/meaning.

Oh Golden Boy, You Shined A Light On Your Home. And At Your Best, You Were Magic, I Was Sold.

This part then takes place in the Pacifist route. At your BEST. When Sans has the most hope that the anomaly has found what it’s looking for.

Ofc, Sans doesnt REMEMBER anything you did, but the proof of time jumping seems to leave him with the same impression. (Also he’s pretty confident you’re responsible just cause of your expressions n all that) He even says so himself in the geno route that ORIGINALLY, before the routes you decide to go on/the humans appearance, hes always believed/wanted to believe whatever/whoever was causing this just wanted to be happy.

So in this ending, he’s hopeful that you’ve found whatever you’re looking for! he was sold…

But Don’t Tell ‘Em What You Told Me, Don’t Even Tell ‘Em That You Know Me. Id Rather Hurt Forever.

This line then switches to a potential Roommate Toriel Neutral Ending

“Don’t tell em you told/know me” referring to how he wants to keep what happened with Papyrus secret from Toriel,

“Id rather hurt forever” being an add/on to that: him preferring suffering in silence over Toriel feeling responsible for what happened.

THEN! LAST VERSE! This one is just tying everything up we’ve already discussed in a nice bow, but we still gotta digest it in chunks-

But You Should Know, That I Died Slow. Running Through The Halls Of Your Haunted Home.

BACK TO THE GENO ROUTE! Sans is dying/dead-

“running through halls of your haunted home” is kinda perfect for Chara though since…this home WAS theirs, and it is currently very haunted- with them and Asriel dying there- n all that….

And The Toughest Part Is That We Both Know What Happened To You. Why You’re Out On Your Own.

At this point of Sans laying down in The Judgment Hall, accepting death, he’s also accepting defeat. You both know why you’re doing this. That “Why” being….nothing. There was no reason, you just COULD. Thats why you’re “On your own” (in this game ofc this is not a personal attack-)

Merry Christmas, Please Dont Call.

AUUGH. The whole gang is celebrating Christmas in the Pacifist Route, but transitioning to a leaderless ending where only Sans remains, on the phone and saying his farewells to the thing that destroyed his world.

aaaand, see thats why i’m antsy about making this…I wanna get it out as a Christmas post ☹️

BUT YEAH! I really like considering this whole thing from Sans’ lense, cause honestly I DON’T believe he’s that nihilistic! Yeahh its a super horrible and soul crushing situation- and it is hard to “give it your all” when you have iron clad evidence that everything you’ve ever done/will do will just repeat and go on and on, not having true consequences, therefore, not matter.

But… if him not giving a shit were the case, why would he do ANYTHING he does??

He still shows up for the people he cares about/care for him, thats the main thing. He does things that matter to HIM, things that make him happy. He enjoys his life to the fullest. If the day is repeating, why not make that day the best day of your life??

And ive already went over how he sees you. I dont think he…likes?? you persay?? at least definitely NOT in endings where you clearly are killing people to see what will happen- but he has FAITH, hope, even. That you’ll do the right thing…..Eventually.

side note: I also know Sans and Papyrus are absolutely contradictions of each other for interesting dynamic/slapstick reasons- but they’re also REALLY SIMILAR??? Flowey is a reflection of the player… and Papyrus has faith in HIM! Idk, i also just think the connections between a lot of characters are really interesting!

[fictionadventurer]

March is turning out to be the month where my monthly reading list is, by far, leading me to the best books. Just winner after winner. Books that I not only enjoy, but recognize as quality literature.

Part of this is because I stacked the list with Great Christian Writers I already know I like and who have large bodies of work to choose new books from, but for every book I happen to choose from these authors to be this good is pretty astounding.

And that's not even getting into how exploring the reading list leads me down rabbit holes that also lead me to great books. Like, I picked up my unread children's poetry anthology in the vague hope that there was a Chesterton poem inside that I could use to cheat on that list item. There wasn't one, but I dove into those poems and I've read 2/3 of the book now, and that led me to pick up some Christina Rossetti.

I feel so literary and I'm loving it.

[galaxyspark-6e16]

finished reading this fic by the amazing talented incredible @sarilolla then later hoped in the train for the epilogue and sequel idea with their broppy kids. hope it lives up to their description with a few free interpretation.

[trainingdummyrabbit]

Woe. Extended Cocoa Monologue Be Upon Ye.

So. Her name is Cocoa. Theoretically. She's been around for a pretty long time, if not the longest when going by current employee terms. She's the one who works with Nothing There because shes the only one who. Can. A bit odd, she's almost entirely mute aside from a handful of phrases and words, and occasionally mimicking things said to her recently. She's considered to be a bit airheaded, not really paying attention to her surroundings and more often than not just kind of... cycling around the facility when not on the job.

She does a lot of things that would Seem normal on first glance, but are just.. kinda strange, when you actually pay attention to her. Like background actors pretending to be passerby, but when they get a lil silly with it and start like. Putting whipped cream on a carrot and eating it raw. Y'know. Girl Things. Most folks don't give her much mind aside from common pleasantries-- mostly because she just doesn't answer anything else. She just kinda stares blankly, no thoughts head empty, as if she doesn't understand. She's just silly that way though, so nobody minds.

When shes given a task, though, she's just. Entirely Different. Shes very methodical, cutting straight to the point-- oftentimes literally. It's where her experience with the whole Being A Lobcorp Employee really makes itself obvious. She can take a Lot of shit and just... Wont Die. She just gets back up! Easypeasy. It's almost mechanical-- and she barely seems affected at all by any of the Horrors(tm) that come with the whole... y'know. When it comes down to it, shes a little scary.

Nobody really Knows this necessarily, but before she was an agent, she was actually a clerk ! :] She just kind of... did her job. Was polite and enthusiastic, all that good stuff, model employee or whatever. but then, evidently, there was a pretty bad abno breach at some point, and she completely managed to hold her own, going so far as to be Almost Helpful! Astounding ! So they moved her around to being a fully functional agent! Something that has absolutely no consequences whatsoever !

. So, the horrors, right? Stepping out of exposition speak, Cocoa is an exploration on the split between human, monster, and object-- and what it means to define yourself within those terms. (It's honestly a common theme between the group as a whole, but they all tackle it differently.) Cocoa-- previously known as Holly-- was pretty much always a Highly Volatile person. Not that she ever showed it. A lot of her hinges on her desperate desire to be seen as Worthwhile, to be worthy of being kept around. Truthfully? She was always terrified of death.

She knew how the world worked. Either you made yourself useful and did what you were supposed to, or you were thrown out to the cruel whims of what the world does to people like her. She was, functionally, a Nobody. And she knew this. So she did her best to fit into the vision of somebody Useful. Polite, easy to herd around, noncombative-- all that stuff. It was grating, sure, but anything to keep her out of the bad books of people who could so easily crumble her already fragile life without a second thought. It was just what she needed to do.

So um. Unfortunately, pinning your entire identity on the whims of a conglomerated image of "other people" was never really sustainable. Not even remotely. Especially not for somewhere like the city. These sorts of things contradicted themselves, looped around, formed uncrossable chasms of expectation that she could never live up to even if she tried. And god, did she try. Constantly putting up a front was exhausting, but rewriting yourself completely every time you moved somewhere new? god can you even imagine.

She was just about Always tiptoeing a thin line between roles, teetering delicately between the gazes of those above her. Any action or expression or emotion contradicting from that image had to be immediately smothered, every step out of line earned a warning shot from herself that nobody else could really see. So like, no pressure!

So, going into Lobcorp, she was a model employee, secretly harboring the unstable energy of a dying star. Easypeasy. The abno escape was, as the kids say, "the last fucking straw in her miserable life," and she kind of just. blacked out, woke up, and it was over. She helped about as much as a clerk Could, but the fact that she was alive was an anomaly. Again, she is very very good at just... Staying Alive, when she shouldn't. So that was a pretty good vouch for her skill, even if she didnt present that at first. She, obviously, was pretty nervous about the whole thing, but if this is what she was being told to do, then so be it! Easypeasy! No big deal ! I'm sure Lobotomy Corporation is just an office comedy! She is very normal.

So, again, the thing about Holly is just that she. Doesn't Die. But the people around her sure do!! What happens around here is a bit of a blur, both to me and to her, but the long and short of it is pretty much this. Through the course of her acting as a full-title Agent, it did, shockingly in fact, Make A Lot Of Her Issues Worse ! Now not only did her Own life rest in her hands, but also a bunch of other people's! Crazy how that works.

She seems perfectly fine, mostly just because her immediate instinct in stress is to just. shut off. Panic, fear, anger-- none of that has any place in the role of a Useful Employee. She can't have doubts, cant have regrets, she just has to Move. So she just lets her body do what needs to be done, and tunes back in when everything is over again. It's not Easy getting to know people in a situation like that, but somehow she Did actually manage to make a friend! Though, I suppose, not that difficult, because "being friendly" is a very good Employee Trait to have, so obviously she has it. But, well, it Was nice! Was. Lobotomy Corporation Is A Tragedy ! Whoops.

So obviously, having a small bit of solace taken away from you is, to put it lightly, Not A Great Experience. But well, it wasn't exactly just that necessarily. To her, that person was everything that any model person Should be. Effortlessly. Intrinsically. They simply Were, and through the plain act of Being A Person, Unapologetically, was... well, it was refreshing! Silently, it was everything Holly Wished that she could be, but just couldn't gain the courage to reach. It wasn't even any huge event that killed them, it was just... some stupid mistake. The core of it simply came down to... well, if they couldn't do it, how could she? Her, hoping to be better than someone like that? Was that even possible? And this is about where things start . going sideways.

So. Her whole deal with Nothing There. It wasn't anything big. Not really, in the grand scheme of things. In all honesty, it was more of a Resignation. At this point, she'd already been kind of spacey and distant-- even for her own standards-- so of course, nobody would really notice much of anything. (Again, another good trait of a Useful Employee.) Working with NT for the first time was. odd. Nobody really knew what to make of it at the time, but Holly hadn't died Yet, so she was as good a choice as any. And seeing the damn thing, well. yeah, it was disgusting, but it wasn't what affected her the most. Rather, it was when it tried to start Speaking.

Calling it Horror isn't exactly correct, but it wasn't exactly... incorrect, either. All she could really do was watch it try to form words over and over, messy and stilted, inherently flawed. A crude imitation of something she should understand. Disgusting, sure, but not for the right reasons. Because all she could really see was a microcosm of herself. A horrible little excuse for a creature trying to pretend to be human, pulling itself together by the seams and stumbling over and over, painfully close yet uncomfortably alien to those it was trying to imitate. And she could only watch, as emotions she'd done her best to suppress slowly clawed their way back up.

It was then she had a choice. To confront what exactly it was that she'd been desperately locking away, that raging sensation of emotion, of desire, of anything-- or to resign herself into disappearing completely, letting herself drop all of the baggage of that flawed facade of "humanity" and allowing it to be replaced with... for lack of a better term, a Variable. an Anything Else. But... she was never very good at confronting herself, was she? So she sat down, and began correcting the entity's speech, forming both It and Her back into the shape that they "should" be. And at the same time, letting go of a "self" that could no longer exist anymore.

The thing about her, simply, is that-- again-- she doesn't die. Not the way that people do, not the way that people Should. But then again, "Holly" hasn't existed for a long time, by the start of everything. Anyone who Knew who she was never really had the chance to, with the way she was-- not that any of them were alive to be able to tell. She never answers anyone asking what her name is. or what her job is, or... well, much of anything. So people just call her Cocoa, because that's the only thing she seems to like :) And well, people say it confidently enough that others just Believe them, and Cocoa doesn't care enough to correct them, so like. whatever. Cocoa is here to do her job. Nothing more, nothing less. And nobody is going to stop her, because she's damn good at it. Nobody knows there was even a problem to begin with. Silently, wordlessly, the "person" she used to be simply... disappeared. And nobody was there to hear it. Which makes things... difficult.

Because she doesn't remember any of that. None of her peers do, either. She feels "fine," simply enacting whatever it is she needs to do. And because of that, people simply just Believe Her. It was as if "she" had never really existed at all. And at the end of it all... she was entirely indifferent. There was work to do, you know? No use worrying over some kid who couldn't handle the pressure. Happens all the time, right? And so the world moves on, without a second thought.

Not a second thought at all.

[dogboyboyshorts]

“MAID TO SKATE”-type gabriel to heal my soul