#damn this is LONG

[plague-karm]

Right time to analyse this shit because god dammit I have been silently making theories about this show the second I saw the premise I’m about to become the most annoying person on the planet on god so LETS GOOOOOOO-

First things first the animation looks fucking phenomenal (let Kevin Temmer cook, that man can do no wrong). Also Caine the guy ever, he is the silly and I love him wholeheartedly, he’s just a fucked up little guy who’s living his best life fr.

And also NEW CHARACTER HELLO.

They do be circling though.

THE SILLIES ARE HERE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉

Smiling Gangle spotted ten seconds before disaster, no thoughts head empty indeed.

ALSO I WASN’T EXPECTING STUFF OUTSIDE THE CIRCUS BUT IT’S A WELCOME SURPRISE WHOA

They have come to steal your credit card information.

The thoughts I had of Ragatha being the lone brain cell keeping everything together were completely correct I CALLED IT- (it has been said by Gooseworx that she has been there the second longest so she’s probably gotten used to the zaniness by now…maybe)

A door that leads to a void?

Maybe it has something to do with this room in the teaser trailer? Possibly.

Tumblr sexyman spotted.

''If there was a way to leave I'm sure we'd have all left by now''

They're ✨suffering✨

This caught me off guard when I first saw it lmao (holy FUCK I love Zooble's design, they're everything to me).

''Welcome to your new home...AND your new body...''

So they're aware that they were human before they entered the circus? That's interesting considering what happens in a few seconds (I'll get to that soon). It's also worth mentioning that Gooseworx has stated that their clothes ARE a part of their bodies.

Case in point...

At the end of the character introduction compilation Gooseworx posted to their YouTube channel Pomni is heard saying something along the lines of

''How do I...take this...headset off?!''

I saw a few people theorizing about her talking about a VR headset and that was how she entered the circus to begin with (I had the same thoughts until very recently). However, considering how much of the visuals and character designs are based on old media (also a teaser image was set up as the menu screen for a retro game), I'm beginning to think that this isn't the case.

So it's incredibly likely that Pomni is actually talking about her jester headpiece since she can't take it off.

This scene is probably the first time Pomni sees her new body, pinwheel eyes and all.

''I'm fine with whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people''

I love him he's so unbothered.

I'm sad that we didn't get to hear any dialogue from them but I can't wait to see them in the pilot! Kinger is love, Kinger is life.

''After a while you start to realise that you really can't leave, and constantly chasing an unattainable goal will start driving you a little crazy''

She's a little fucked up actually wow who saw that coming.

It sounds like Ragatha tried to leave a few times and just resigned to her fate after a while, her description DID say that she was the ''sweetest little optimist in the digital circus'', so maybe she's told the others that escaping is impossible and that they should make the best of their situation instead? (Also the framed picture of the right looks like some kind of void, a lot of void imagery here).

Also, Gooseworx released this image a short while ago and it has the same background that Ragatha had while she was talking so she's DEFINITELY talking to Pomni here.

''OH GOD! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER MY NAME?!''

EXCUSE ME? Okay time for some more speculation. I knew that their names definitely weren't their real ones but I wasn't expecting them to forget them!

Now, since the premise is said to be centred around Pomni and the others getting messed with by AI and their traumas, maybe instead of forgetting what their names were, they actually REPRESSED their memories from when they were human due to the trauma they went through? (Which would include their names)

I don't buy that they've COMPLETELY forgotten who they were (Zooble is aware that the body they're in isn't the one they used to have so I'm guessing everyone else knows that too.)

I'm guessing that their human lives absolutely SUCKED and they've now repressed their trauma to the point where they can barely remember who they were in the human world, this is just speculation.

''Thank goodness this is all a dream, right Pomni?''

What a sassy little guy (it's so weird hearing Michael Kovach sound so reserved, he's normally feral as hell playing these kinds of characters). The little mannequin symbol on the door is probably there for when new people stumble into the circus.

She's definitely seen some shit, I wonder what it could be though?

OH MY GOD THERE'S MORE OF THEM 😭

Wow this background looks...oddly normal. The only thing I can think of this being is Pomni witnessing a flashback of her human life before she showed up in the circus.

''You completely lose sight of who you are and why you're even alive and when you reach your breaking point something REALLY terrible can happen''

OH? Okay speculation time again. This is the closest hint we've gotten to what exactly one of the gang's traumas could be. Ragatha may have forced herself to stay positive in really shitty situations during her human life which likely lead to a lot of negative thoughts which eventually lead to her doing...something, I'm not sure what though, maybe it lead to her losing an eye? (Maybe her new body represents that?) I'm not sure. Maybe this is why she's been in the circus for as long as she has, instead of dealing with her feelings and existentialism, she instead continues to try to be someone who's more adjusted than they actually are.

Again, this is all just speculation, maybe it's just an Infinity Train type of thing where they can't leave until they learn to accept what they went through and how to work through it healthily idk.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Well, I'll tell you what I think it is.

I think it's this weird tar like tentacle thing from the teaser trailer, I don't see what else it could be.

And I'm 90% sure that whatever it is, it's connected to this room, and I think that THIS is gonna be where we'll be seeing what the gangs traumas are (Ragatha looked TERRIFIED when she was grabbed so if this was the case I wouldn't be surprised). I'd also like to speculate that this could possibly be another AI. There's Caine, Bubble, and whatever the hell those little shape creatures are, so it's very likely that other AI does exist, we just haven't seen them yet.

But who knows? I'm probably looking too much into it.

Woah new background, he is angy.

I would go into another theory I have about how their designs may hint at what trauma they have but I've spent over an hour writing, compiling trailer screenshots, and speculating every individual frame while suffering with chest pains I wanna go to bed

Holy shit that took WAY longer than I thought it would. I cannot WAIT to watch the pilot, this show has become one of my most anticipated projects of the year over the last few months and I can't wait to see what it has in store.

TL;DR: The trailer looks fire 10/10 can't wait for the inevitable Pomni plushes.

[rorichuu]

hii can I get a support class where the reader is mad and they accidentally hit them and then they cry cause they regret it :((((

SHARPER THAN WORDS.

pairing: support class x gn!reader

authors note: ooh, yes okay, I love this—I love a little angst... thank you for sending this in, friend! :) + READ DISCLAIMER!!!

disclaimer: death is mentioned in Sniper's and deeply exaggerated for the drama (aka life is more precious)... Medic's is the only romantic one, I feel like it fits better with the dynamic I was going for :((( I hope this clears up the confusion!! enjoy!!

MEDIC:

Medic's absence was hard to ignore, stuck in his operation room, experimenting on god knows what... spending night after night without him until the ungodly hour he finally rested. You sat in the rec room, bouncing your foot as your thoughts raced. Impatient, you let out a frustrated groan, launching yourself from your chair and walking towards his office. Your hand slowly opened his door, the creaking not evident enough to Medic. You frowned and leaned against the doorframe. "Hey, hon?" He let out a small hum, back slouched at his desk as he wrote continuously on sheets of paper. Assumably, his experimentations. "Gonna come to bed soon?" You asked, walking over to him with your hand on his shoulder. Medic dismissed you as he walked over to his operating table, continuing his work on the cadaver. You clenched your jaw and crossed your arms, visually upset now.

"Medic." Your voice was low and poisonous, he felt your tone run through him alarmingly. Medic turned his head, eyes observing your figure.

"Ja, Liebling?" (Yes, darling?) His eyebrows furrowed now, his hands now extracted from the body. "What is wrong, z'vy are you out of bed?" Not understanding why you were so upset, he waited till you gave him a response. You let in a sharp inhale.

"I haven't seen or talked to you in days. God forbid, weeks!" Your voice raised and hands flew out, clearly upset. Medic shook his head, continuing.

"Schatz, (Sweetheart/treasure.) you're being a bit dramatic," he said, upset his work was being interrupted. "Please, go to sleep. Es ist spät." (It is late.) He mumbled. Your head tilted to the side, offended of his tone.

"Pardon?" You squint your eyes, slowly advancing to where he was standing. Your hand was planted on the steel, medical bed, the other balanced on your hip. Medic sighed deeply.

"I can't talk right now, you know this," he glanced at you momentarily. "Work is work, it’s a responsibility." This was your final straw. Your lips formed a thin line, head pounding with a newfound anger... you were absolutely pissed.

Forcefully, you pushed your shoulder against his, his medical tools clashing against the metal as you stomped off. Though you couldn't see it, Medic stumbled on his feet and looked back at you as you walked away.

"Don't bother."

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The night rolled by at an excruciating pace as you sat on the edge of your shared bed. The light of the lamp dim as it shadowed your face. Sleep avoided you like a sickness as you held your hands on your eyes. Tears rolled down your face, guilt washing over you as you left that argument on repeat in your mind. Though it twisted and snarled into something far worse than it was, far worse than you intended, you drowned yourself in that guilt like a drunkard.

You flinched, a small gasp leaving your throat when you heard the door click open. That familiar figure lingered at your door for a moment before catching your tear-soaked face. "Oh, Mein Liebe..." (My love...) He whispered, shedding his coat and throwing it on the bed carelessly as he fell to your side. His hand comforted you as it placed heavily on your shoulder, he held you tightly before embracing you in a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Liebling... (Darling) Oh, forgive me." He whispered on, your shared guilt now found in your embrace. You looked up at the man, and he pouted at your diamond tears. Medic brought his hand up and wiped your tears away. "Y/n?"

"I'm so sorry for pushing you. I didn't mean it, it was mean of me. I swear, I didn't mean to hurt you." Though you were crying in his hands, the man let out a laugh. You sat confused, gulping as you hid your face in his palm out of embarrassment.

"Oh, my love. It shouldn't be you who should be apologizing. I wasn't there for you when I needed to be. Ich war schuld..." (I was at fault.) Medic apologized, lifting your face to his. "Please don't cry," his humored smile comforted you, reminding you to know the situation wasn't as drastic as you had put it out to be. "I will be here for as long as you want me to." He kissed your forehead and wiped your cheeks once more.

"Let us sleep, meine liebe."

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SNIPER:

It was the end of the job, rain now poured heavily outside the windows as you tapped your foot angrily. You were leaning against the wall in the community room, the others noticing this as they slowly started to slip away from you. Everyone knew why you were upset, it happened on the battlefield... even the enemy team knew not to mess with you and Sniper's heated argument.

The door clicked open as the tall New Zealander walked in, his eyes quickly escaped from yours as he set his sniper down. You stared daggers into his back as he grabbed a mug of coffee from the pot. Sniper sighed and set the cup down with a clack. "Don't give me the silent treatment, Y/n." He spoke, the silence broken now. You took a deep breath before speaking.

"I don't need your help on the field, you know that," You spoke. Sniper huffed, shaking his head. "I can handle myself fine, and you know it." You pointed a finger at him as you walked towards the man. Your eyes are slight and glaring now. The man observed your argument before turning to face you.

"I know you can."

"Then leave me be, Mundy!" You exclaimed, the man lowering his head as he hid under his hat now. "My actions are my own. Those are my kills... and I can't afford to have you be responsible for my mistakes." You punched his shoulder as you spoke, stomping out and grabbing your coat before exiting on swift feet. As soon as the door shut, Sniper had let go of that breath he had been holding… for what seemed the entire time. Sniper stared at his gun, reflecting.

. . . flashback to the battle . . .

You held your weapon in your hand, eyes glaring at its violence as the outside began to curdle into muted noise. Anger was fueling your senses with little to no control. Your eyes lifted and finally caught Sniper's own, and you glared. And you knew why he was taking almost every kill of yours. You had stumbled once in battle, the enemy Demoman holding his signature blade to your chest as he stood over your injured figure. Holding it up high before plunging it into your chest. Suddenly, Sniper had taken out the Demoman, leaving you to respawn.

— What had angered you was that Sniper felt some sort of responsibility for you. To never let you go through that again. And having known and been close to each other for years; willing to lay each other's life for one another... he cared for you deeply.

To let you fall back into that pain, that horrid sight of you dying in front of him when he could have done something. It hurt him. Far more than he would have thought.

So he did what he could.

. . . present . . .

As soon as you left the room, your breath caught up to you. Your chest began to rise and fall quickly, that familiar burn in your throat making it hard to breathe. A sudden cry left your throat as you felt warm tears fall from your cheeks, begging for any kind of escape from your immediate regret. You swung yourself backward and opened the door back up. Sniper turned his head to find you wrapping your arms around his figure. His arms immediately found yours and took you in. "Oh, roo," He cooed, rubbing your back as he rested his head on yours.

Moments passed, and your crying died down enough for you to talk. Swallowing hard, you let out a big sigh, looking up at him sorrowfully. "I'm so sorry, Sniper. I didn't mean to—when I had hit you, I seriously wasn't thinking. I was so upset..." You found your voice hiking, your chest hiccuping again before the man leaned down and cupped your face.

"Y/n, I understand," He said to you. Leaving you biting your lip anxiously. "We do things we don't mean ta' when we're upset, and I would never, ever hold that against you." He sent you a small smile, quick, but unmistakable. You hugged him once more. "I just wanted to protect ya." You looked up at him again.

"I know. But you won't lose me, please know this."

"I trust ya, I always have ... but the fight is over now, yeah? We understand and don't need ta' dwell onnit now." The man said before ruffling your hair.

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SPY:

"God, why do you think you're so great? Do you really think you're better than everyone else!" You and Spy have been arguing back and forth till the clock ticked to the newest hour. Voices rise, fingers pointing, and all by you. Spy listened and gave you simple responses; you felt each dagger of his short 'answers' kill at your heart slowly.

He stood with his head high. And even though he was hurt by your anger and sorrow, he showed nothing but a furrowed brow. Believing he was annoyed by you, you sniffled and exclaimed: "Why won't you speak to me? Am I really that low to you?!" You choked out a sob with your response. You had lost sight of the argument. Your words were vulgar, mouth moving without second thought. Cheeks hot with anger and eyes threatening to spill tears. Spy broke little by little seeing you like this.

Écoutez-moi..." (Listen to me...) He spoke low, hand reaching out before you slapped it away.

"No!" You exclaimed, Spy clenched his jaw, leaning back to give you space from the sudden throw. "I... I'm tired of feeling like I'm under you!" You hit him. You flinch, regret washing over you, your hands shaking now. Spy went to hold you; to calm you from your sudden anxiety. You tried to pull from him, but his hold was firm. Slowly, you dropped your hands, falling into his hold as you mumbled slurred apologies. The Frenchman shook his head.

"Breathe, Y/n." He hushed, voice soft as you softly cried on his shoulder. Taking your time to calm down, Spy noticed your breathing begin to slow. Proud of you, he held your shoulders and guided you to sit down... swiftly getting you a glass of water for you to drink. You took it graciously, gradually drinking it as you felt yourself calm down. The man sighed, sitting beside you in silence. You sniffled.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, feeling your eyes begin to water again. The man shook his head.

"No need to be," he responded simply. "I never knew you felt this way, and I'm glad you communicated with me." You put your glass down, laying your head in your hands. You draw out a groan.

"No… when I hit you, I shouldn't have hit you, and I did," Spy rested a hand on your back, slowly rubbing to soothe you. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm not hurt. I'm okay, mon ami," (my friend) he took a deep breath. "I have never once felt you were below me, Y/n. Nor anyone."

"Not even Sniper...?"

"Ehh, well..." You laughed at his response, wrist wiping the last tear away from your cheek. Spy lets a small smile rest on his face as he leaned back, thankful your spirits were back up. "But I mean it, don't doubt I think otherwise." He stood and brushed off his suit, as he always did before standing. "Take as much time as you need."

"Thank you, Spy." The man nodded before hearing the door click open, both of you looked over at the entrance.

"Hey, Spy! I know Y/n was havin' a rough time and was wondering if you knew where they..." Scout stood awkwardly, his stature still; unmoving. "Oh."

"Scout, leave."

"Right, just a moment, big guy," Spy rolled his eyes as Scout held a boat with a taco in it. Flavored with your favorite toppings. "Y/n, you can have the last taco." The boy sends a wink and finger guns before escaping Spy's wrath.

(Spy was appreciative… :)

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rorichuu!

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TAGLIST: @simp999

[local-falsettos-obsession]

POV: It’s 2101 and I’m a blonde girl at UCLA. I am expecting a proposal from my boyfriend but instead he breaks up with me. He’s going to Harvard Law so I decided to go to get him back even though I have the qualifications to go there anyways. When I get there I also immediately get kicked out of my first class while the professor says “My guts have been spilled”. Weird. However I get invited to a costume party that turns out to NOT be costume party and I show up in a playboy bunny costume. Then I become Bestie with the professor who kicked me out’s TA, whom convinces me to stop doing the whole law thing cause of my Ex and for me instead. Then I get picked to be an intern for the professor right after my ex proposed to his new girlfriend. We go to see the client and I get her alibi but I promise not share, then I take my bestie to a department with a LOT of sexual tension. Then on one of the days of the trial and we see this guy claiming he was in a relationship with our client. But I find out he’s actually gay with the help of my bestie-with-a-lot-of-sexual-tension-between-us™. Then I get assault by my professor then fired and I decide to go back to California. Then my bestie-with-a-lot-of-sexual-tension-between-us™ confesses his love to me but I (probably) don’t hear it. Then when I’m at my hair salon my ex’s (maybe) ex shows up and says “come back girlboss” so I come back to the trial and girlboss so hard I win the trial. Then years later I graduate as valedictorian and propose to my ex-bestie-with-a-lot-of-sexual-tension-between-us™ , now boyfriend, now fiancée

[wishchip106]

watching dark pheonix rn live commentary

charles hair looks wacky af girl get a fringe cover the forehead or something

he’s signing the adoption papers thats his daughter 😿

it said it was 1975 this does NOT look like the same school from dofp 🤨

WHERE DID ALL THE TREES GO???

ok now we’re in space huzzah 1992

uh oh the rocket broken

HE’S BALD

he got the president on speed dial damn

RAVEN WHAT IS THAT HAIR COLOR fuckass bob

no one getting that basketball back damn

nyoom

charles really needs to get side rails in cerebro other people go in there too they gonna fall off

he connected to nasa

yikes ominous space dust ☹️

raven is literally the leader of the x-men

ITS THAT WOMANS FAULT FOR MENTIONING THE CAPTAIN

how tf is jean breathing??? 🤨

that blast should’ve killed BUT ALSO HOW IS SHE CASUALLY FLOATING IN SPACE??

that part of the pheonix force or something?

the xmen got fans thats crazy 🤨

charles keeps canceling classes does anyone actually learn in this school?

RAVEN UR THE ONE WHO STARTED THE XMEN

“i actually can’t remember the last time you were risking something” saying that to the man who is bald and in a wheelchair???

idk whether this is bias or not but honestly charles doing stuff with the press and getting people to like mutants and the xmen is a good thing???

i get raven is upset about risking their lives and such but its honestly that or being persecuted and hunted down daily 🤨🤨

pissing me off

dinner party wowie

intro to the most forgettable xmen villian ever

fucking tree aliens what the flip

oh damn his chest constricted

dazzler!!! 🤯🤯🤯

jean thirsty damn

why is raven hiding still i thought mutant and proud meant something

raven if ur upset go to genosha or something

charles is besties with the president lol

jean needs to get a new skincare routine her skin cracking

charles dad senses starting tingling (despite being a shitty dad 👀)

does no one else get that if charles didn’t put shields in place in jeans mind a lot more people would be dead??? like obviously he could have slowly taken them down over time but still 🤨

one of the writers might have beef with charles

jean going after her deadbeat dad but she doesn’t know that

they planning to manipulate her

yikes flashbang

how tf jean get there so fast

knock knock its me ur estranged daughter

bro does not look happy to see her

raven clearly has beef with charles

this a “lets all blame charles” movie

struggling forreal i’m defending him every five minutes

jean realizing her dads a deadbeat blaming her for her moms death damn

if he had to pick between saving his wife or jean he would pick his wife

charles wearing his ex’s clothes 🤨

scott being like “i love you pookie dont leave me 🥺”

the girls fighting

raven being the one who steps up

ah shit she dead ☹️

jean really flew outta there

sad moment r.i.p raven

hank is angry

“is it true? jean killed her? 🤓” BRO SHE JUST DIED SHOW SOME RESPECT

girl going straight to the alcohol, some habits dont die

“its your fault she’s dead” BITCH THAT WAS HIS SISTER

you cant expect charles to admit when he’s wrong thats what he and his ex-husband have in common

“no civilians past this-“ ”fbi” “oh okay” can anyone just do that? walk up to a crime scene and say you’re fbi

bro killed him

GENOSHA

jean going to her stepdads house

ERIK HELLO

bro why he fly like that 🧍

did he really make his furniture really low down 🤨

waiting for his husband

wouldve been better if he had white hair 😔

damn military

jean in a killing mood

magneto saving human lives 🤨 never thought i’d see the day

bro looks so stupid oh damn he was flung

“i am protecting them, from you” DAMN no one wants to help her

the president revoked his bestie privileges after one incident

charles struggling

girl are you drinking age 🤨 i sure hope so i’m a rule follower

yes who are you jean

OH DAMN DIDNT NEED TO GO THERE

heheh charles sleepin

biggass binoculars

“what? no charles?” girl i think ur a tad bit obsessed

he yaps about him to anyone who listens

his bestie dead oh no 🙁 give him a sec

welp time to kill her that’s totally what raven would’ve wanted

damn those aliens got a nice place what the heck

woahh space and shit oh wow the milky way

the aliens were lurking

she is special yeah

she lying girl don’t listen she gonna kill you (although that wont really stop you)

whats this bald lady’s name?

i wanna see all the other stuff erik keeps in that box

i can see charles actually descending into depression this is crazy

lol they all putting him in place give him a break 😢

boutta reconnect with my ex wish me luck 🤩

erik trying to act cool in front of his friends

woah f bomb

charles im gonna kill ur daughter sorry not sorry 😁

hair whip

“ur not the only one who can control minds 😏”

girl this is the worlds most powerful telepath maybe think about this for a second

the girls fighting again

bitch pulled a train out of the ground tf did you need that for???

making a grand entrance

damn getting his skull crushed like the first people he ever killed

he got throw out the window ☹️

yeah girl thats ur dad

NAH WHY DID THEY DO THIS

MAKING THE DISABLED MAN WALK WTF

that alien really got her claws in her

yes please see that charles still loves you (AS A DAD)

thats her dad 😿

i hate this alien ur ruining the moment

no don’t give it to her ☹️☹️

scott to the rescue

THEY TAKING THE XMEN TO THE POUND DAMN

oh damn charles admitted he was wrong good job

maybe bring these guys to therapy or something

erik thats ur stepdaughter chill

the aliens have hijacked the train 🙁

once again humans being stupid

he clearly just healed from those bullets why are you still shooting

hell yeah train fight scene

LMAO SHE JUST DIED

anyway moving on 😁

kurt’s angry now

WHAT WAS THAT EVIL GRIN

honestly feel like charles could do a lot more

yay magneto being cool as fuck

okay all the lackeys were defeated onto the main boss

oh damn storm got blasted

“you wanted her dead” “i had a change of heart” bro never decides whether or not to be evil

dad-daughter moment

at least they’re all still on the train

“i know what you did, you did out of love” THANK YOU JEAN

hell yeah marvel girl

we nearly at the end guys 🤯 (talking to myself)

damn she disintegrating all of them thats cool

she got stabbed ☹️

nvm she good

final boss moment

cgi hair battle which one looks more like its underwater

oh no don’t disintegrare ur bf

go to space you’ll be fine girly

lots of cgi going on

she died 😔

its fine she come back

thats a cool looking bird

you’ll be fine scott she does this from time to time

girl lost his sister AND his daughter someone check up on charles

bro completely erasing charles legacy damn 😔

its time for the gay people 😁

gonna appreciate this scene hold on

god these guys are so gay

bro staring at him with love in his eyes

IM SICK OF THEM RAAHH

love you cherik

and thats the movie

my dad told me the aliens were supposed to be skrulls but since captain marvel came out earlier in the year so they had to change it lmao

anyway go home the movies finished

[exhosong948]

Replacements II

Sweetsheep: I’m really sorry. You’ve all have been so kind to me, despite this…problem. But, we can't really force him to come around, so maybe he just needs some time to by himself. I’m sure when he’s ready, he’ll let you know.

Dogday: Yeah, I guess you’re right. Though, I don’t really know…if it’s all been because of the recall or…..well….

Sweetsheep: Oh don’t worry about that, I’m sure he’ll be just as kind and welcoming as all you guys were! Eventually…

So tumbler isn’t too happy with my edit of this poster, so at this point, just follow the link or hop on over to my Twitter to see it in all its glory. (I went way to ham on this to not be able to show all my peeps, so I will find a way, damn it!😤)

Link to Part 1 of this ⬇️

As it says right there, Sweet Sheep belongs to @amberluvsbugs

Art is done by me (cause I can’t stop loving this BOI!🥹)

[apoorhuman]

Imagine if the human world is already so fucked up, like there's trash everywhere, crime rates are high, the sky is always gloomy, you can mustook it for devildom, or you could say it's like devildom but much worse, like there's not even a safe place in there, problems here and there.

Now imagine this again, the place where the brothers called and visit as the 'human world's is actually not earth, not the world that Belphie and Lilith always looks back in celestial realm, it's another planet, basically the original is so fucked up that humans that are wealthy enough goes to a program trip to another planet to live better y'know those like futuristic films where the rich is in a better place than the poor right?

Now let's say that our mc here is from a poor family, so they've been living in survival mode since young, until mc was able to get to a ship that takes people to that other planet, they make money, got a good education and all

When others goes to visit the human world to maybe vacation right, all of them are quite oblivious about the fact that this is not the original human world they used to know, yes it is still in the same realm, but it's different place/location, and mc is aware of it

Now about how do they not ends up in the fucked up earth while teleporting, a powerful sorcerer cast a spell to make the portal doesn't go there because the sorcerer knew that if Diavolo get to see how's the earth is like he would probably fixed it so that it would be more of a better place

The sorcerer doesn't want that to happen because the sorcerer wanted to put and end to human world or human race, the reason is still unknown, and mc actually knows about the sorcerer whole scheme and plan, they once tried to stop the scheme but they almost got killed, so in the end they decided to hide so that they don't get killed and came back when they're stronger

Now this is another reason why mc wanted to make pacts with the demon brothers, they trained magic with Solomon, they learn many new things thanks to Satan, they train to be more stronger physically while training with Beel, they form bonds that's not just because the genuinely love the brothers and others but they also will be asking their help if they were in trouble or was attacked and they can't do anything

The brothers and others don't know this, they're quite oblivious about all of this, but of course Barbatos knew about this, and Solomon is also quite aware about this too, they decided not to tell others because it might ruined mc's plan even though the plan will resort to good future for the human

[lovecidik]

when katya ran off to the back porch of the crowley estate, nathanael followed close behind her, having seen her tears. he stood near her, giving her space but also offering comfort and asked gently what was wrong.

katya shivered at nathanael's sudden appearance. she knew he meant well, but his presence only reminded her of her now definite fate. wiping back a tear, she said, "it's nothing. don't worry about me, please."

"katya, please, don't think me a fool," nathanael responded. "you're clearly upset. you can tell me anything." katya averted her gaze and decided to tell the truth.

"my friend, josephine..." she said with a shivering voice. "she's here, presumably for a family member. we did not exactly part on good terms," katya continued, feeling a weight slightly lift off her shoulders.

"losing a friend, i see," nathanael responded softly, placing a gentle hand on katya's back. "it's akin to losing a lover. i'm sorry for your loss, katya."

katya bit her bottom lip and hesitated before speaking. "friends... no," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. she turned to face nathanael. "we were more than that," she said, thinking he might understand what she truly meant.

nathanael stroked katya's cheek, moving a strand of hair from her face. "a kindred spirit, then," he said, looking into her deep brown eyes.

katya felt a flutter in her stomach at nathanael's touch and words. "yes," she whispered, leaning into his touch in her sorrow. "she understood me in a way that no one else did."

"i can be that for you, katya, if you'll only let me," nathanael replied, placing his hand to her shoulder. "nathanael, i..." katya tried, before being truly surprised.

nathanael pressed his lips against katya's, kissing her gently while his hand cupped her face. although initially taken aback, katya returned the kiss with seemingly open arms. suddenly, their arrangement didn't seem so bad, after all - perhaps this was what love felt like all along?

[n0tmatilda]

there’s something that really fucks with you about the first person you ever fall in love with turning out to be an awful person. first of all, falling absolutely, irrevocably in love with somebody after nearly 15 years of never once feeling romantic attraction is intense. it throws you in head first, something the micro-dosing of parasocial love could never prepare you for. sure you fell a little bit in love with the people who saved your life, the people who’s music you blasted in your ears until they rang, until it blocked out the incessant noise of existence. sure you clutched onto your own body, shaking and whimpering like a wounded dog, imagining how it would feel to be held by them - by someone on the other side. they made it out, and maybe that’s proof that you can make it out too, right ? they wrote about the things that you feel so deeply, they made them poetry, they made them beautiful. they screamed about the things people don’t even dare to whisper about where you’re from, the things that always made you feel ashamed. they told you that the world could never take your heart, that you were stronger and bolder and brighter because of everything that you hated so deeply; everything about yourself that you wished away when looking in the mirror, standing until your legs began to shake, before retiring to bed and clutching at your torso once again in the hopes that those cut-up arms would feel like someone who cared. but of course, no matter how much you hoped, hope was really all you had. and that was the problem, really. because when you have nothing, you’ll take anything. you were starving, and she fed you. it didn’t matter what exactly she fed you, she cared enough to notice the spine protruding from your back, the hollowness of your cheeks, the ribs straining against your skin. she watched you shivering in a perfectly warm room, and she held you. you lived off of her warmth like she was the sun, and she loved it, for a while. it made her feel better, I suppose, doing something good for a fucked up little thing like you. she loved it when you were dying, when you were small, when she could fit you in the palm of her hand, right where she wanted you. she fed you love until you were far too alive and healthy for her liking; until you weren’t cold enough to make her feel warm, until your suffering no longer made her a saviour. you could have gone on without her, really you could, but you’d become so infatuated with her that the mere thought of doing so sent you right back to that cold, dark place where she found you. and you didn’t want to go back. my god, you didn’t want to go back. you kicked and screamed and clawed at a door that was never really locked. you kept yourself in there alone, starving and shaking and clutching at your own body once again, arguing with the common sense fighting it’s way to the surface of your brain that told you that you don’t even need to go back there. you’ll turn any room into that place if you’re left alone there long enough. because you want to be small enough for her to hold you again, don’t you ? there’s comfort in being so cold, so hungry, so desperate. because even if hope was all you had, it was a hell of a lot better than having nothing at all. and you didn’t even realise it until she took that away from you too.

[joseatta11]

"Oh my God." Will panted, gasping desperately for breath.

"Will? Will!" Mike ran over to his, wrapping his arms around him.

"Mike? What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Are you insane? You didn't actually think I would let you do this alone, right?"

"Well, I was hoping you would." Will muttered under his breath.

"You can't face Vecna alone."

"Well, why not? Weren't you gonna let me be bait?" Mike gaped.

"Well, yeah, but it's different!"

"How? Vecna and I are connected, he won't let me die."

"Wait, what?" Great. Just great. Mike figured it out. Killing Vecna meant killing Will. So much for going quietly.

"Mike, let me go. I'll come back."

"But you won't. Fuck. You won't will you?" So now Will Byers, age fifteen, is standing in front of the boy he loves with all his heart and is about to tell him that he's going to die.

"No." He whispered quietly, shaking his head.

"Fuck. Will, how could you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Leave us! What about the others? El, Lucas, Dustin, your mom, Jonathan?"

"What about them, Mike? They're obviously fine without me!"

"What? Are you insane?"

"El is so lovable and we both know that. Angela was horrible and if it were for her El would've made dozens of friends. She's made more friends in her three years of being here than I have in fourteen years of life. Lucas is on the basketball team! He's got so many friends now! Dustin has Suzie and the rest of the DnD group or whatever. Mom obviously has Hopper because she just up and left us for him! And I get it because he could have died but still! Jonathan would be too high to notice I was even dead. So what exactly about the others?"

"What about me?" Mike's voice is small and he won't make eye contact with Will.

"What about you? What about the fact that you sent a whole stack of letters to El but I didn't get one? What about the fact that the second I left town you joined the Hellfire club? What about the fact that you wouldn't talk to me unless it had anything to do with El. I'm in love with you Mike and every time you stomp on my heart!"

"You're in love with me?" Mike asked softly and Will just about died,

"Yeah, I'm a disgusting freak I know." Will rolled his eyes, shoving his way past Mike.

"No, no! Will, I'm in love with you!" A blind rush of rage coursed through Will and he shoved Mike hard enough for him to fall to the ground.

"Fuck you." Mike stayed on the ground, gaping. Will stepped into the Upside Down but Mike still stayed. Will just cursed. Just broke the promise he had made since he was five years old and cursed. Cursed at Mike of all people. He stood back up. He had to prove that he was telling the truth to Will. And he knew just how. He stepped into the Upside Down. He wouldn't come back without Will.

[artsymeeshee]

Haven’t collabed with @renconner in a long while for a mini comic (minus our big one, Instinct). We were talking about one of Stan’s lowest moments involving being outside with that damn sign, so we decided to make a comic with Stan remembering it. I’ve also kinda of assumed Filbrick would lie to Ford about what’s going on with Stan (Stan probably did too to some extent).

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[sabeedraws]

This is your friendly reminder that Elphaba is alluded to being trans in the book <3

Edit: been informed that she was implied to be intersex, actually – sry, its been 10 years and I am overdue for a reread haha

[keferon]

Don’t mind me I just like to see him go bananas about cartoonish Autobot rules

Maaan…..if Prowl was in tfp he would spontaneously combust at least once a day

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[robinhuntr]

Me seeing the new Superman content we’ve been getting and realizing that we’re finally healing from the “Evil Superman” era:

[nouverx]

Obligatory Alastor and Niffty art because their little moment in the finale was everything to me I can't wait to see them interact more in the next seasons

Also bonus sketch bc I just know he kept the crown on the whole evening