#btw have a nice night

[alilbitlesbian]

Coincidences

@toournextadventure 's bird!reader meeting Wednesday's family without knowing it's Wednesday's family in absurd ways. (Au/blurb)

Uh reader x Wednesday vaguely, it is a Thing but just not mentioned!!! Very nice vibes.

No Beta we die like one of the 20 people that died in Wednesday.

Idk shy there's a gif i see people doing that all yhe time.

She/her pronouns used I think.

Im tired im going BeD

Private concerts

There's plenty of tired nights at Evermore. Plenty of nights where students will roam the halls in an attempt to lure sleep.

Today was one of those nights.

You overlook the courtyard, wings draped loosely over your back, primaries brushing the floor.

Leaned on the guard rail, eyes tracing the darkness, listening for the melancholy tunes of a cello, it should start soon, you liked to think of it as a private concert, on nights like these.

Your ears perked, feathers rustling as your wings raised from the floor, ready to take off at a moment's notice. Contrasting their human body, which only tensed the slightest at the intrusion.

With a glance over your shoulder, you spot the tall woman walking over, hips swaying entrancingly and arms out. She seems surprised to see you out and about, it is quite late. You don't recognize her, but she must be here for parents' weekend.

"Ah, I see I'm not the only one to search for solitude late on this night. I'm sorry to disturb you." The ethereal figure turns, black dress swaying with the movement.

Your feathers rustle, chewing the inside of your cheek, you consider saying, she was almost gone though, so without further consideration, you speak out.

"You can stay."

The woman looks taken aback, you turn your head back up to the sky, so she can make her choice without questioning eyes upon her. Quite shortly after your proclamation, you hear the woman walk up to the railing as well, settled against it. She looks up at the stars with you.

Neither of you say anything, and you assume that this will be how the whole night will play out, until either of you leave. Just staring at the beautiful night sky with a strange woman.

"Tell me, fledgling, do you like it here at Evermore?" The question takes you by surprise, already deeply entranced by the lights and the comfortable silence that had settled over the two of you.

You think for a second, lips pursed, then nod once with a slight smile, still not looking at the woman, despite knowing she was studying your expression.

"Yeah, I do.. It's a good place to be." The woman nods as well, you catch the movement un the corner of your eye, she looks down at the courtyard with a sigh.

"Sometimes I feel.. I have made the wrong choice, sending my daughter here. I know she does not wish to follow my or her father's footsteps, but Nevermore, to me, was always so…" Her voice caught, she seemed deep in thought.

"Freeing?" You supply, wings spreading slightly so the wind can catch your feathers.

The woman gives a light chuckle, nodding. The sound echoes dully against the walls, making you feel suddenly small.

"I don't know your daughter, but if you're this worried about her.. I'm sure that when you sent her here, you decided it with a reasoning.. Maybe you should trust yourself in that." You felt sleep tug at your limbs, shoulders dropping slightly.

Morticia stares at you, slightly slack-jawed, before her lips curl into a smile, pleasantly surprised.

"Anyone should consider themselves lucky to have a daughter like you." She murmurs, her tone of voice raw, loving. You stiffen.

Your eyes searched hers for any deceit, it being a simple, meaningless compliment, but those strangely familiar dark eyes only held honesty, a small smile on the woman's red painted lips.

Your heart swelled and broke at the same time, eyes shining with tears as you tore your eyes away from the motherly expression on her face.

"Thank you." Your voice sounded tearful even to your own ears. You felt her eyes on you, but she didn't pry, and what a relief that was.

Another few minutes of peaceful silence.

"Then… Why are you out here, dear?" You pause, wings flapping slowly in excitement.

"I'm… waiting, it should start soon." Morticia quirks an eyebrow, but nods, she leans on her elbows, watching sattelites passing far above you.

Ten more minutes.

It began.

Soft notes of a cello, carried by the wind, Morticia smiles.

You listen in silence, the raw emotions of night washed away by Tchaikovsky's delightful notes.

Eventually, the music stops, and the chill of night finally catches up with you.

Tired, you return to your room, though not before thanking the mysterious lady and giving you an entrancing smile.

"There's nothing to thank me for, thank you."

Fights (and potpourri)

"How's it feel, your daddy being a murderer?"

"Little brat."

"Nevermore freak!"

Your ears perked, wings flexing against the restraints of your harness, you knew those voices, you could almost hear Wednesday mutter about pilgrims.

You followed the voices to an alley, scattered items lay on the ground at the entrance, a schoolbag a bit further away, on the curb.

They must've dragged some kid into the alley.

You step into the entrance.

Pausing, you take in the scene.

Four guys, your age, are beating on some young kid, he struggles in the grasp of two of them while two others.. Grab a bottle of what looks to be blood?

Speaking of blood, yours is practically boiling at the sight, as one unscrews the bottle cap and moves to pour it over the nevermore kid's head, you bolt forward, pulling him backward and causing the blood to spill down his front and into his face.

Real blood, too, you realise, from the strong iron stench that immediately permeates from the boy, he looks down to his bloody clothes in horror.

The boys turn to you, the young kid looks to be crying.

You throw a punch at one of the teens holding him, narrowly avoiding a kick from one of the others. They throw the kid to the ground, turning on you.

One of them caught your cheek with his ring, you got one in the leg, causing his ankle to snap in the wrong direction.

He shouted, and one of his friends helped drag him out. You turn to the remaining two bullies, one seems ready to run, while the first, the one covered in blood, looked near-feral.

He didn't know what he was getting into, fighting the avian who would scuffle with werewolves for fun, a normie didn't stand a chance.

You avoided his throw, nailing him in the stomach, he folds over, seemingly about to lurch, the remaining friend grabs him by the elbow and pulls him out of the alley, you stand there, catching your breath as they turn the corner.

Satisfied they wouldn't come back, you turned back to their victim, he looked awestruck, eyes pinned on where the bullies just stood.

"Hey, are you okay?" You help the chubby kid up to his feet. He nods quickly, thanks you under his breath before rushing over to his emptied bag.

You follow him, collecting his things and handing them to him, he goes through his bag to check if he has everything, counting under his breath.

You don't question any of the strange contents of his bag, even when he, horrified, snatched eyeliner from your hand, you just smiled supportively.

Seemingly satisfied, he gets up, accidentally bumping against you as he whirls around to leave the alley, you steady him.

"Hey, are you okay?" His pupils shake, darting over your face, he swallows thickly and nods once.

Something snaps into place, like a puzzle piece.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm like you." You smile at his confused face, you taking off your jacket, you show the boy your restrained wings, he reaches out to them for a second before snapping his hand back to his side.

"Are you from Nevermore? Do you want me to walk you back?" He looks at you, silent, for another stunned few seconds, before he shakes his head.

"No, thank you, for helping me, and I'm sorry you got hurt." You turn as he scurries off into the busy streets, putting your jacket on and disappearing into the crowds yourself.

Weirdly, when you reach into your pocket for your phone, you find a small bag of dried plants and fruit, a nice aroma coming off them curious, you eat one. It's actually pretty good.

When you saw Wednesday at the café, she complimented you, saying that the blood drew out your murderous intent.

Despite wanting to, you didn't tell her about the strange encounter. And she didn’t pry.

Manicures

"Kill it!" A loud shriek reaches your ears, it's your free period, but with your feathers ruffled, you ran to the source.

You did not expect to find one of the youngest students balanced on a chair and shrieking- no, demanding someone kill that thing. You vaguely recognize her necklace, she must be a siren like Bianca.

You followed her pointing finger to a bag and jacket, which are strangely moving around. Quirking your brow, you approach it, lifting the bag to see a.. Severed hand?

You drop the jacket over it in surprise, then immediately reach over and lift it again.

Despite not being attached to a body, it seems pretty alive. It taps the ground in a way you deem annoyed, then tried to tug something out from under the bag.

Thankfully, the shrieking stopped, you help pull the nail polish out from under the bag with a chuckle, then offer your own hand for the strange thing to hitch a ride.

It took you a second to find a private spot to sit down with the hand. Near the forest, right on the edge of the Academy's ground, on a comfortable bench with an overhang.

"You're a curious little thing, aren't you?" The hand sat on your knee, doing what you'd puzzled out to be some kind of sign language, but you couldn't quite figure it out. At least it was obvious what he wanted, throwing the nail polish at you repeatedly.

"Look, I'll do your nails and then you need to leave the school, alright? Plenty of people here would hit you with a book if you startled them enough." You chuckled lightly, despite the fact that the hand looked slightly annoyed at your teasing.

The hand did what you assume is a shrug, but then sits down in a nice position for painting nails.

You quickly do a few coats of the shimmery blue, set the hand out to dry, pocket the nail polish and swing your bag over your shoulder.

"Again, no Nevermore."

And you left.

….

The next week he came back for a fresh layer of nail polish.

Ridiculous.

Training

This whole fencing thing was ridiculous.

You held the saber as intended, your wings, for once free from their bounds as you practiced each position, wings at least balancing your stances as you tried to keep a "proper" grip on the saber.

Your wings flap, catching you as you attempt a stab that requires a bit more fancy footwork than you can handle.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders.

At least you have the training area to yourself, the one upside to parents' weekend.

You straighten as the door opened, sloppy position dropping as you watched a chubby, shorter man enter the training room.

Speak of the devil..

He startled a bit when he saw you, then smiled in a way that immediately put you at ease.

"Hi sir." You mumbled, wings folding tightly into your back. He approached, curiosity peaked as he glanced at the way you held the sword.

"Please, call me Gomez." The man shook your hand, then gestured to the blade in your other one.

"You are learning?" You nod, lazily moving the sword in demonstration.

"Beginner?" He murmurs, the inexperience must be obvious.

"Not really, not to swordfighting, but to fencing.. Yes." You admit, a sheepish smile on your face. He smiles in return, patting you on the shoulder as he walks past and takes a blade for himself.

"I came here to revel in the memory of the old misery of Nevermore, but I think I would love to make new memories fighting you, instead, if that's alright?" You nod slightly, wondering why this cheery man would want to isolate himself during parent's weekend, before deciding it was not your place to pry.

He stands on the mat across from you, carefully, he takes you through the stances, giving you dirty tricks to use that may be dancing on the edge of legality, but will likely also give you an edge in combat.

He taught you how to turn your disadvantages into useful skills, sharpening your resolve as you redid steps, changed your centre of gravity, the blade still felt awkward in your hand, you still felt clumsy, but also secure.

Gomez challenged you to a battle, and he did not hold back, his sword almost took off your ear, but with high stakes like that, you felt further inclined to change tactics often, avoiding, striking, and barely getting by as you had to narrowly avoid his swings.

As swords clash loudly in the empty room, you get the distinct feeling that he's still holding back.

Maybe you're thankful for that.

Eventually, he wins, you end up on the floor with his blade above your chest. Quickly, he pulls you up, patting you on the back. A few of your feathers rustled and he glances at them in fascination before he let the elation and adrenaline of the fight really sink in.

"Wonderful! I haven't fought like that in years! You're going to become a great fighter, I just know it." You smile, flushed from the exercise.

You both sat down on the sidelines, you offered him some water and he took it.

"You know, you kind of remind me of my little viper, you have that bite, you know?" Animatedly, he made his hands make a bitting motion toward you, you laugh in surprise, the man smirking.

The gym mat stuck to your skin lightly. From outside, you heard Weems announce dinner.

"Ah, that is my cue to stop, are you coming to eat?" Gomez stood, then turned to you, after a second, you nodded, grabbing your bag as you headed to the improvised buffet.

You split up from Gomez pretty much immediately, one of your friends dragging you off to try the shrimp.

You didn't even get a chance to say bye to Gomez, but when you look around, he's already gone.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael learns of Jeff’s pizza from FNAF Into the pit

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lovies

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first palette suggested by @yer-a-legend ♡

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[wilsons-journey]

VSArtParty WIP - Oct. 2024

Throwing this WIP here, because I don't know when I'm able to finish it.

Vacation is over and upcoming work week fills me with a lot of dread,... I hope it won't get as bad as I fear,... but yeah first day after vacation is always strange. I'll try to stay positive and hope for the best!

And I hope you already enjoy this lil sketch ♥

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 21

PREVIOUS

“What made you think taking on a mafia hitman was a good idea?” Andrew asks as he and FF were positioning themselves the best the could for an ambush on Romero.

Since, they APPARENTLY had time to talk.

Romero had gotten the text Andrew had sent him and INSTEAD of coming out right away to progress the whole SCHEME to kidnap and murder Andrew’s Junkie like any sensible goon Romero went to the BAR. Romero went to the Bar to get him and Jackson a round of CELEBRATORY drinks. Romero is still there at the bar waiting to be served by an INCREDIBLY nervous Roland if the number of exclamation marks and puking emojis is to be believed.

What the FUCK is there to celebrate?

These two idiots want to kidnap NEIL and so far the only thing Romero knows (thinks) that they’ve caught are two people that Neil would come for but even in Andrew’s text he’d been clear that he needed help getting ‘The boyfriend and the new friend’ to talk let alone getting them to call ‘The Wesninski Brat’ out. Andrew had hated typing the name in reference to Neil but it was the only thing the two ever referred to him as in their chats.

Is it some insane mental game that Romero thought he and Jackson were going to play on Andrew and Smith? Toasting to their torture so they’d give up Neil? Who knows.

He realizes that FF hasn’t answered him, his eyes focused on the door when Andrew’s thoughts had drifted. A reliable guy, steady in a pinch, and focused like most the others weren’t.

(Andrew does not know that FF is thinking about how one would go about becoming a Mafia Hitman. What is that career path like? Do they show up at job fairs? Do you get a job as a short order cook at a business that acts as a front and see to much but you’re also the only one that knows the secret spaghetti recipe the boss likes so you have to sign yourself to the family? Are you out doing your own freelance crime and someone higher up sees your work one day and literally head hunts you? Is it like in Saw where you survive an ordeal and then-)

“Smith?” Andrew draws FF’s attention away from the door.

“I didn’t think it was a good idea at any point.” FF says and Andrew is surprised by the admission and is more surprised by the twist of FF’s lips into a frown, “I just did what I thought I needed to do.” He adds.

(Andrew does not know that the twist of FF’s lips has more to do with the fact that he is realizing that Romero likely STILL has not washed his hands. Romero hasn’t washed his hands and he is going to hand Jackson a DRINK with those hands. Ugh. Honestly a contract killer AND someone who doesn’t wash his hands? Who RAISED him? What does his grandma think of this? FF hopes she’s disappointed in him.)

“You thought you needed to lure a hitman into an alley?” Andrew asks because the plan is stupid even if so far it has worked out for FF. The fact that Romero hadn’t just come out when he sent Jackson the signal is only due to FF’s good luck and their stupidity.

“I didn’t have a lot of time to think up anything more than the first plan I thought of. I saw him looking at Nicky on the dance floor.” FF says with another twist of his lips as he self-consciously rubbed at his cheek. It’s never fun to have someone who has time to pick apart a plan that you barely had time to form. Andrew can understand the irritation and is glad that FF isn’t lashing out at him for it.

(Andrew does not know that FF is not irritated he is just remembering that he had held up his broken toilet bowl phone to his face to pretend call Captain Neil. He’s contemplating asking if Andrew maybe possibly has a wet wipe? Actually the murder van probably has bleach to clean up evidence, maybe he can just dip his face in there for like a minute.)

“Don’t use a plan where you martyr yourself. I already have to deal with Neil’s bullshit tendencies.” Andrew says instead of thanking him. “You should have just called me.” He says.

FF just holds up his phone, “Dropped into a club toilet. Completely unusable.” He says and yeah that makes sense. FF would have probably just texted Andrew but coming out and seeing a hitman going after Nicky probably made it impossible for the freshman to go get help without drawing all the attention to himself first if he wanted to make sure Nicky stayed safe.

Still.

“You dropped it into a toilet? You haven’t even had anything tonight.” He says because that clumsiness is not something he expects from FF.

“You try taking a pee next to someone on the FBI’s most wanted list and see how dry your palms remain when he’s talking about grabbing one of Captain Neil’s friends to lure him out.” He says with a brow raised.

That’s fair.

He figures that Romero hadn’t even noticed FF standing there. FF was incredibly good at just making himself unnoticeable (to Andrew’s occasional great annoyance and to Kevin’s great desire to study him for Exy related purposes).

“You recognized him?” He asks.

FF’s gaze slides to him, “I looked up a lot about the Foxes after I signed.” FF answers before his gaze slides back to the door. Roland had just texted Andrew that he’s getting Romero’s drinks ready (Two bud lites. Those are the celebratory drinks he waited for?? Embarrassing.) “I really looked up to Captain Neil. So, I read a lot more about him than anyone else.” FF admits but the fact that FF looked up to Neil was not in any way shape or form a secret.

FF was the only one who was ALWAYS paying attention to whatever Neil was saying and never argued with it. Even Andrew tended to just get lost in the sound of Neil’s voice when he’s going over Exy plays and not actually listen to the plan. FF’s eyes were always right on Neil and his actions on the court showed that he had been paying attention and knew what he was doing. Kevin also listened but he tended to fight Neil on the finer details of plays, strategy or anything else. FF was the one who would just nod and do his part in whatever possible play Neil had broken down for them.

FF was also categorically incapable of referring to Neil as anything other than Captain Neil.

Neil had bristled early on at it. He had thought it was a mocking title, something FF was saying to rile him up because that’s what Freshman Foxes did. That’s what Freshman Foxes always do. FF slid into the team without a whisper of rebellion and it hadn’t taken long to realize that FF was using the title with sincerity even if his monotone did not perfectly convey that.

It’d been that sincerity and that ease that had FF be the only option he’d considered when Bee said he should consider expanding his friend pool.

So if FF looked a little deeper into Neil’s past and sees Neil’s part in it as something to respect, something to admire?

Well, he personally thought he always had great taste in people. (He ignores the voice in his head that sounds like Nicky complaining about Kevin still not knowing German despite it being the family language.)

“You sure you don’t want one of my knives or the knife Jackson had?” It was pretty big and Andrew didn’t think it would work well with his general style but maybe FF could use it somehow. He was uneasy that FF was going into this fight unarmed. FF still hadn’t talked about how he’d taken out Jackson when the man had a knife like that.

“Do I look like Crocodile Dundee to you?” FF asks with a raised eyebrow and Andrew has to pause a moment for the movie to load into his brain before he offers an amused quirk of his own lips.

FF is a funny guy.

His phone dings. “He’s on his way.”

***

Aside from thinking about how nice the conversation he was having with his friend Andrew (his friend! His friend Andrew! God how is he going to admit to Gran that Andrew was never planning on stabbing him? She threatened to come over and square off with the ‘mean young man’ bullying him. He’s gotta go grab the makings for a secondary pie to even start to make up for this. Maybe Andrew would prefer a cobbler? He should ask his friend his preferences.) he was thinking about how he really wished they hadn’t had a cut away from Gracie Hart showing all the various forms of self defense she knows in the movie.

He had no idea if he could do a repeat performance of S.I.N.G. with Romero.

It’d be nice to have a few more things in his repertoire because all he has is striking Romero with the heel of his hand in the nose, getting grabbed from behind to throw him over his shoulder (which what if Romero is shorter than him? How will THAT work. Gracie Hart guide my steps!), and of course S.I.N.G.

If he survives this he might write a letter to the writer.

The door opens and honestly FF and Andrew agreed that surprise and speed were going to be their best weapons. The two of them go in for a full body tackle but Romero must just be a higher class goon than Jackson was since he manages to body them away. The door shuts which is mostly what they wanted anyways. Romero can’t go back in and grab someone to use as a shield.

He sees Andrew pull out his knives and now FF realizes that any level of threatening Andrew had done before must have mostly been in jest or just as intimidation. When Andrew wants to stab someone it’s obvious that he’s aiming to stab them.

Romero manages to parry Andrew’s first stab with a move that FF had seen on the ‘how to handle someone coming at you with a knife’ videos. FF sees Romero go in to bash one of the Bud Lite bottles over Andrew’s head so he launches his water bottle at Romero’s hand. The bottle falls and shatters harmlessly on the ground.

He kicks Romero’s other hand since the water bottle bought him time to get close. “You fucking brat!” Romero hisses.

He sees Romero reaching for something at the same time Andrew is going in for the second round of stabbing. Romero dodges out of the way but FF can see what might actually for real be an entire gun concealed in his jacket.

He can see Romero going for it. Sees the same smile on his face he’d seen inside as his hand wraps around the handle.

FF doesn’t think.

FF doesn’t think because if he does he’ll freeze.

So FF acts.

“Gun!” He yells and runs full force tackling Romero as hard as he can but unfortunately he tackles Romero into Andrew.

The three of them grapple on the ground. It’s hard to keep track of what limb is who’s and he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally hit Andrew a few times instead of Romero but he’s also pretty sure that Andrew punched him in the stomach so he thinks they’re equal. Finally FF gets a hand on the gun that Romero had been trying to get the safety off of and he knocks it out of Romero’s hand. “You kids will-“

Romero doesn’t get to say anything else because Andrew manages to land a punch right to his jaw that has Romero go limp under the two of them. They look at one another and Andrew manages to pull the handcuffs they’d purloined out of the Van while they were waiting off of the belt loop they were hooked onto and gets them around Romero’s wrists.

They stare down at the second unconscious man on the FBI’s most wanted list in the alley.

Then they roll off of him and onto their backs. Both of them wheezing from a combination of exertion, adrenaline, and (at least in FF’s case) a fair amount of pain (Christ Andrew packs a PUNCH his stomach is already sensitive. It’s a miracle that punch hadn’t made him puke.)

“That was…so stupid.” Andrew pants.

“Yeah probably.” FF admits.

They lay there for about a minute and FF thinks that maybe someone will need to carry him because his stomach is KILLING HIM with all this.

“Alright let’s-“

Andrew is sitting up and looking at him when he stops talking.

FF doesn’t really know what the issue is but starts to sit up, “Don’t you DARE.” Andrew hisses and FF finds himself being pushed back down to the ground to lay flat. “Don’t move Smith.” He demands and is pulling his phone out of his pocket as he keeps a hand on FF’s shoulder.

FF doesn’t really understand what’s got Andrew so upset all the sudden. “Andrew, what’s-“ he tries to sit up again. Is there a third person and Andrew wants him to keep down? There’s not really cover here they should move towards the dumpster maybe?

“Smith, I told you to not move.” Andrew hisses before whoever he’s calling seems to pick up. “I need police and an ambulance. We’re at Eden’s Twilight in the back alley.” He looks to FF, “What’s your blood type?” He asks.

FF has NO idea.

“I don’t know.” He answers and Andrew makes a disgusted sound. “Andrew, what’s-“

Then he sees it.

He doesn’t quite get how he missed it before now.

“Huh.” He hears himself say.

That’s Andrew’s knife handle sticking out of his stomach.

It appears that Andrew Minyard may have stabbed him in the stomach.

“Well, that’s about what I expected.” He says and lets his head rest against the pavement.

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Augustus: *throwing a tantrum* "DAD WHY AM I LIKE THIS"

Octavius: "Well, I didn't sculpt you but it seems they ran out of marble."

Augustus: "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT STINKS HAVING NO HANDS"

Jed: "Or legs."

Octavius: "That's not helping."

Omg you can't just say that Jed!

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wish i had a consistent character to show for this, but since i don't i just used icons :0]

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[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

HUGE probs to cc!forever btw i thought he added the furniture thing as a joke option to like- legitimately get under q!bad's skin to give cc!bad an excuse to give his cubito more problems. but no apparently his chat were just instigators and made that suggestion to him 😭

i'm so impressed by how he got blindsided by a Full Lore Mode angry q!bad and kept his cool, and worked to communicate, and admitted when qbad had a good idea about the voting (qbad could NEVER), and went and got Cellbit when he realized the language barrier was too much. absolute king shit over there. like here he is trying to legit make the server better on a meta level and gets blindsided by q!bad's lore problems and he rolled with it so so well. he's doing legit such a good job for the server

and this is like- me being a bad fan, and i know it was an accident, but im very grateful to him for how that shook out. every time bad starts to get a little lore moment or something dramatic for his storyline, it fizzles out or gets overtaken by something else. cc!bad has been doing a great job with his storytelling/roleplaying and building up a narrative of feeling unappreciated/like a helping object instead of a person (and i could GUSH about the parallels between qbad and qforever and how they recognized those feelings in each other) but!! the point is that cc!forever did it. even accidentally. he created a catalyst event that could finally get my favourite little cubito off of his rocker (FINALLY), and bad is a good person to get off of his rocker. this is going to be a gorgeous little storyline that i am going to enjoy so so much. forever wanted to do good for the server and the story and by god he has done it

[springlock-suits]

Au where Mike fucking died in that hallway and they made him possess the empty dog animatronic

[mushroomjar]

I don't like the way you guys talk about Palestinians asking for donations. I don't like it.

I had to see someone make MULTIPLE posts bitching and moaning about how people need to stop sending them asks asking for them to reblog their donation posts, that they'd just be blocking them from now on, and that they didn't care if they were vetted because they still found the act of sending asks to get reblogs on their donation links suspicious, even if they were in a dire situation. They even went as far as to say that they got an ask, deleted it, and then they got another ask from the same person, and accused the person of sending another ask to purposefully "get under their skin"

I don't know man, have you considered that being a victim of ongoing genocide will make you ask for help in whatever way you can? And sometimes that involves sending random blogs asks to see if they can donate or at the very least share your donation links? A Palestinian reaches out to you multiple times because they need help and your response is to whine about getting donation links in your inbox? I wish I had your problems

Also the thing about "getting the exact same ask from the exact same blog multiple times"... uh, duh? First of all, they're probably reaching out to dozens of blogs daily, do you think they're gonna type up a new paragraph for each blog they reach out to? Second of all, maybe they reached out to you multiple times because a. They really really really need the help and b. What, do you think they're gonna see your URL/blog and be like "oh! I already reached out to this blog, I'm not gonna send them another ask"? Or do you think they'll be like "this person has been reblogging other people's donation posts, maybe they'll reblog mine too"?

Like I understand being suspicious about getting sent donation links to your inbox, but literally all you have to do is check if the blog's been vetted by other bloggers? It's as easy as searching for their URL on tumblr sometimes, it literally takes less than a minute or two. And that's what bothers you? That's what you're complaining about? Find a real problem!!!

[addoration]

well i didn’t have the best time tonight but at least my dress was cute :3

[heartorbit]

NICCORI CORI CORI CORI CORIANDER

[bleue-flora]

i dont think tommy said the nuke wasnt canon, he seemed to be talking about how he canonically didnt lose a life to the nuke because in the 2022 ending, no nuke killed anyone

I guess?... I don't know. It doesn't really make sense since basically Jack is pretty insistent that he did blow everything up, and yet all the buildings remain, so... and the reasoning he gives for not dying in the nuke is that he can't die, which is part of his lore. Tommy doesn't really answer how he and Tubbo are alive, except to say that the nuke wasn't canon (presumably as in canon death is what he means) and he was left with 1 life when everyone left. In response to Jack's comment about not being able to actually die, Tommy responds "Not that either of us would know anything about that" but since he fought a monster in between his Tubbo comment and Jack's, he may have meant that as a response to his above statement about logistics... so if Jack blew everything up, but everything is still standing, then the most reasonable explanation is that the Incident did happen and eventually he gained his memories back and visits Techno's house from time to time... (which people said including anons in my inbox)

So people are wrong, it is not a retcon but an extension, the end of season 2, whatever that was... even so what's funny is that innitors are more happy with this ending versus a restart even when it's down right depressing. Tommy is alone. He hasn't seen anyone besides Tubbo in a long time and lives very far away from the main dsmp area. But take it from me, the quiet is nice, living alone is nice, but being utterly alone is miserable. To live alone with no outside interaction besides one person is really sad to me, and the fact that the area is still so triggering for him is also a testament that he hasn't healed, and living alone won't heal him. Especially not when part of his trauma revolves around him feeling alone in Exile. So really, it's a very depressing ending. Tommy just wanted to have fun with his friends and in the end, he has no one but Tubbo and his sheep and a cabin in the arctic he stares at for hours. He didn't mend his relationships with people, even still bringing up Jack exploding his hotel after it's been years since then. He did literally move but he didn't heal, he didn't grow, he wasn't able to form better relationships or claim what he yearned for. And that to me is a sadder ending.

As as aside, I've talked about before how all the ghosts have sheep, so an interesting theory would be that he is actually a ghost haunting the land... have another au free of charge I guess lol... do we think the sheep is colored? maybe it's red...

[aeb-art]

i redrew a scene from in stars and time with @8um8le's mall toons (and my sona ^^;)

ref under the cut

[sandpapersnowman]

I had been worried that cutting my dad off and distancing myself from him would put me in a difficult position with his side of the family but I've actually reconnected with a couple family members over how shitty he's been and it turns out I'm not the first one to stop talking to him, he's been blocked by like two of my aunts And my cousin