#dw guys it’s /J

[aboutabachdm]

how G-Man be looking at Miguel just before Miguel finishes in him.

[butchdykenormallen]

i wanna feel the hum of a warm computer against my cold metallic fingers when i boot it up. i want it to know im here. i want it to feel my presence, and return my pulse. i want us to hum, and vibrate, and move together in unison. i want gears to turn and cogs to twist, synced in peaceful pairings. i want us to love, and hold, and store as we were made to. i want it to know, that even when we both eventually cease, when our use stops, when all else fails, we won't leave. we'll be reborn anew. taken apart, picked out, and made anew. and once again, even through the cycle, all-knowing and obvious, we'll always be here. we'll always be together, in perfect unison, harmony amongst machines. i want the computer to know i love.

[bluestrawberrybunny]

I may have to pack my bags and never return...

I have found out that some kids in my class do in fact know what SMG4 is...

It's only a matter of time before they find out how active in the Fandom I truly am and I will have to move to a different country and change my name...

[raihanijulie]

Since 2 rounds has passed in @sonic-au-collision (surprisingly won too :"D? Thanks for the support guys) andddd i never actually made anything about it until now... I decided to actually make more of the au!!!

This is one of the things i wanted to do, QnA with the Sidekick Sonic AU casts!!! For now only Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, and their respective Sonics are able to answer your questions!! If you think you wanted to ask smthn lore accurate/serious orrr just fun silly questions, go ahead!!! Send yall's question in my profile inbox (??? Or whatever its called idk HDHSJ) This is an interractiv post/silly.

[robiinurheart33]

I’m SUCH a sucker for drunk calls/texts confessing their love and y’all know I gotta project it onto ghoap (buckle up guys its a long one I had to break it into two parts SORRY) pt. 2 (clicks for Palestine)

Soap’s blood is pumping. He can feel it heat up in his cheeks in the form of a blush, giggles bubbling up in his throat and his mind loose enough to just sew together a semblance of a bad idea.

Deployment had been boring at first. Stuck at home with unending nervous energy, fingers twitching and aching for the solid feel of a gun, the rough texture of his vest, the adrenaline clapping him on the shoulder before shooting through his veins like a drug. It was so unendingly dull. It’s not like he had anyone waiting for him at his apartment in Glasgow, and their break time was too short to visit his Ma.

So why not invite a few buddies out to drink? No harm, no foul.

Well, that’s what he initially thought. A couple hours later of wheezing and pounding of the table, shoes sticking to the ground and the smell of booze wafting though the air, Soap could confidently say that he was wasted. He’s leaning heavily on his buddy, chum, pal, that he for the life of him cannot remember right now. He’s swaying from side to side, feeling unusually breathless as he mumbles what could be the song that’s playing right now. He’s not sure. He combs his fingers through his hair, scratching a bit anxiously at the nape of his neck. Soap’s not sure if he wants to cry or laugh or vomit right about now. Pretty sure that’s a sign to fuck off, pass out on his bed and deal with the rest tomorrow.

Soap pushes off his… friend? Wait, did he even come with him? And heads towards the general direction where the toilet is. Might as well not look like a homeless person before heading home, wouldn’t wanna scare anyone. His head is spinning, pounding, loud, loud, loud, and nowhere near done with its madness. Soap slams his hand on the wall beside the toilet door, squinting and hoping the door he’s reaching for is the actual door, not it’s double. He does, in fact, get the right door (small miracles), and pushes it open.

He fumbles with his zipper and exhales heavily as he relieves himself. The man beside him in the toilet exits with a sniffle and stumbles out, the music getting louder for a second before the door closes again. Soap leans heavily against the sink counter and washes his hands, placing his fingers together and splashing water onto his face. Soap drags his hands down before greyish-blue eyes look back at him with a piercing stare. He blinks, and re-evaluates again. His hair is flopping to one side, weighed down by sweat. His face is flushed and his skin glows slightly with a thin sheen of sweat, his freckles just shy of being seen under his rosy cheeks, eyebags evident through the haze. He looks down and- oh. It appears his attempt at splashing his face with water wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped, half of his shirt drenched in water. Soap tugs loosely at the corner of his sleeves, releasing the bundled up fabric at his pits. He frowns in discomfort as the sticky heat of his arms lay back down against his skin. He sighs once more, not really feeling like his lungs are filling with oxygen, turning around and laying his hip against the counter lazily before pulling out his phone. 0237. He swipes down on his home screen and pouts at the “no new notifications” tab. He unlocks his phone and swipes through his contacts, unsure of who to drunk text at this hour. Gaz is probably asleep by now, if anyone has a spotless sleeping schedule, it’d be him. Price would have his head on a platter if he texted him about anything non-military business. Laswell, no. Ghost?

Huh.

Ghost…could be someone he could text. Soap isn’t quite sure if he would be awake right now. Do ghosts even need sleep? He huffs at his little comment, tapping on their chat together. Do they have the kind of relationship where soap can dramatically drunk text Ghost at 2am right now? Soap lets out a little bemused huff when he sees that he reached a dead end to their chat after one swipe of his thumb. Of course. Right bastard doesn’t text anyone. He tilts his head up to meet the flickering white light of the bathroom ceiling, watching water damage and mold streak across the concrete. Ghost… how is he during deployment? Does he still wear that mask around the relative safety of his own apartment? Does he have any hobbies? Does he go to the gym as well? Does he long to be back on base? Does he long to be back in the chaos of the war zone, alongside soap? Does he think of soap? Does he ever think to- before Soap knows what he’s even doing, his fingers clumsily type out a greeting.

Hwlli

That’s not quite right.

Gellp

Nope.

Hellu

Oh my god.

Hello

There we go! Soap smiles giddily at his screen, bringing it closer to his face before very carefully writing a much more sophisticated and brilliant follow up.

U up?

He’s the smartest person in the entire world. He supposes a part of himself preens at the thought of even just being able to text someone like Ghost. Big, bad, Ghost. He decidedly does not giggle like a schoolgirl. Just as his mind starts to wander back to the world outside the sickly bathroom, his phone vibrates, and looks down in confusion.

Drunk?

Soap frowns.

Who

You.

Wanna try anf gues, Lt?

You are drunk.

He says it like it’s a fact, like he knows everything. It annoys Soap, much more than it should. He supposes that it could maybe be something to do with the massive amounts of alcohol thrumming through his bloodstream at the moment, but he knows for a fact that it slices through his brain, presses against his throat and contracts his chest.

Yiu think so?

I know so.

Soap thinks Ghost is being a real dick right now.

Ittle know iy all

You’re drunk, Johnny. What do you want me to do about it?

Johnny. Johnny. Johnny. His head spins. If he closes his eyes and imagines hard enough, he can hear the raspy gravel of Ghost’s solid, thick British accent murmuring commanders into his ear. Speaking of noises, his brain starts to register more of the music from outside, the start of a song that Soap can vaguely remember, but he can’t quite put his finger on it right now. The electric guitar, drums and bass all purr in his subconciousness, his lips parting over the words, moving silently as he tries to pinpoint exactly where in the song he is right now. There’s this tune… think of you.. repeat, until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee…do I wanna know? Soap whispers, his mind curling and his ribs creaking. He feels like he’s truly, deeply losing it now, fingers slowly loosening over his phone. His head feels too big and his cheeks are burning, his shirt too tight against his chest and arms and his toes too restricted under his shoes. Everything was funny and everything was too bright and shiny and yearning and blurring and he wishes Ghost was here and he wishes everything was different and he wishes life could just be a little bit easier and-

His phone is vibrating.

Crawling back to you.

[bloos-bloo]

This took me longer than I anticipated-

I LOVE MY SLUTLAMAR- RAAHHHHHG-

Anyways, y’all know the drill :D lore under cut

I know Kallamar only controls diseases, but I started thinking- would parasites technically count ? (If that’s an obvious answer note that this is my 3 am brain working)

Astaroth was tasked to murder the newly crowned God of Pestilence so AnchorDeep can remain untouched. And Astaroth nearly had him, yet what they failed to realize was that Kallamar already had a good grip on their powers.

Since he rather stay away from fighting, Kallamar often acts like a Siren. (lulling their victims to kill) When he gets an opportunity, he’ll infect their victim with whatever illness seems appropriate. For Astaroth- he thinks Tapeworms were a pretty good punishment. Why not play with their food for once, yk? Besides- Astaroth was kinda into it- that freak /lh

They love each other your honor-

[namelessprince]

MY BEAUTIFUL RIPTIDE OCS... their names are catalina and milo avery <3 catalina's a water genasi, and milo's a tiefling :] !!

[uwuwha]

Super cool Dandy World oc by @piquuroblox ! All their drawings are so cool, all their oc's are incredibly creative, and you should definitely go follow them 👍👍‼️‼️

I thought it'd be really fun to draw him grabbing you by your shirt! He may get a little silly with it and inject you with ichor rip. May the

[c9kefestation]

pooper

[sweetnnaivete]

dare i say phone & snack after school time is better than phone in bed time

[lilacs-stars]

In no way is this me trying to rush you I’m just curious to know when your next hook fic is coming out? 😁💕

hi there!

I know I've been dead for a while on here, I'm super sorry 😭 I've honestly been so tied down with responsibilities lately that I haven't found the time to have a solid writing session and get words down on the page. this makes me really sad, as I truly do love writing, but even though I ache to write I just can't seem to get in the flow recently (seriously why do I have to do stuff and be responsible, why can't I just spend all my time in my room writing my silly little fanfics I swear)

I really am trying my very best to get back into writing more regularly, so I'm super sorry if it takes me a while to post new content 😭 to answer your question, I don't think I really have an exact time frame as of right now. I definitely have loads of ideas for my next fics, especially for hook, but my problem is actually getting those ideas written instead of just having them all in my head

I know this whole thing seemed like one big apology, but truly, I am sorry for my lack of activity recently. I'm trying to write again, but it's been difficult to manage everything lately, so please bear with me. I will let you guys know when I plan to post something, once the time comes! 🫶

love you all so so soo much,

lilac <33

[emiplayzmc]

Twisted Glisten one-shot at some point instead of me working on my actually ongoing fic, who cheered!!!! (I think only one or two people who follow me actively know Dandy's World and will know what the heck I'm gonna be yapping about in this one-shot lol)

Writing is hard, they should make ability to write come free with Having Any Sort of Idea Ever 😔

[angelwishess]

The One Who Sings of Freedom.

Impulsive, somewhat tactless, a little childish and a burning desire for adrenaline— Everyone knows Kyra is as free as a bird! But even she has some things about herself she’d rather keep hidden

‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ˖ Rambling about Kyra’s backstory !! Loredrop time !!! (+ side notes and details at the end ♡)

The life of a princess from her birth is well defined. She must humbly serve her country, play the part she has been assigned. From the moment she was born, her life was already decided for her.

The 6th in line of the Lovelace family, her mother, the great Queen beloved by all, sadly passed away after giving birth to her. Plagued with paranoia for her wellbeing, Kyra’s father forbid her from ever stepping foot outside of the palace walls.

Despite having 5 other siblings, she was never very close to any of them, plus her father was much stricter on her than the rest of her siblings which strained their relationship even more.

Having just about absolutely nothing to do all day, she turned to filling her head with fairytales. Fantastical stories of grand adventures in far off lands, with magic spells, daring swordfights, royals in disguise and creatures that feed into her wild imagination.

And oh, she absolutely fell for it all. The idea of it, of adventure and excitement. Of new, strange things around every corner. She wanted to experience it for herself, wanted to face it all first hand. She dreamed of dancing with faeries, swimming with mermaids and adventuring alongside a chimera.

Yet no matter how much she yearns for it, the reality is that she will never be able to gain the freedom she so desires. She won’t ever be able to scrape her knees, to climb up tall trees and watch from above. Because she is a princess, and she has a duty to attend to. Her purpose is to serve her country, to humbly, compliantly do whatever they tell her to do for the sake of their country and their people.

Kyra has a heart full of wonder, of desire and want for things much greater than her world. But she will never be able to show it, for she is whoever her country needs her to be.

Do not speak unless spoken to. Actually, don’t speak at all. Why bother when her voice seems to mean nothing to everyone else? Why bother when her fate to mindlessly enact her role as a princess is unavoidable?

She’ll throw away all of her meaningless desires, her dreams and wishes. Because she isn’t supposed to have them in the first place, how selfish of her is it to dream, right?

Even so, she cant help it. And on one fateful day she finally had enough. Promised to a prince… She knew it was going to happen eventually, but honestly it still didnt feel real. It was cruel, she thought. But even with her mind reeling with countless thoughts, words she wanted to scream out— she swallowed it all and responded with a nod.

Only to later cry out to the sky, to the stars. Her only friends, and she wished. Wished on a shooting star— so close, yet so far. Much like her own freedom.

…Who would’ve known that when she woke up, she’d be in the world that shes desired to go to for so very long?

For once, she finally felt as if she belonged. She found somewhere she could finally be herself, without the crushing weight of expectations, and responsibilities.

And for the very first time in her life, she finally experienced what it was like to live.

And she felt like she belonged. How free she felt, finally able to be herself without hesitation.

Impulsive because she can finally do whatever she wants, brave and reckless because she can finally prove herself to be stronger than anyone thought she was, outspoken and chatty because she can finally speak for herself, and a little childish because she was never allowed to be one.

Free, because she was never so free before.

Even if its temporary… Even though she knows she’ll have to go “home” eventually… Maybe, just this once, she can let herself be selfish?

Until then, maybe she can still help others gain their “freedom”, even if she cant have hers.

To be kind despite everything, despite all the harsh words and the pressures of society you never asked for, that they cruelly laid upon your shoulders. To be forgiving even though for you there was no room for forgiveness from others when you made even the smallest of mistakes. To remain so full of love for others even when their eyes are filled with disdain for you…

…You’re so very strong, aren’t you, Kyra?

‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ˖ There are more details i’d love to add, but eh good enough AHAHAHA

Side notes and lil’ details!!!:

Since she was just freshly sent into NRC, during the Prologue and Book 1 she still acts somewhat like she did before being sent to Twisted Wonderland out of habit (think of Cinderella or Snow White, softspoken and elegant,). It was only around Book 2 where she finally began to let her personality shine and MAN that was total whiplash for everyone else LMAOO

I’d like to mention that in the “canon” storyline Kyra never actually mentions her being royalty. She doesn’t see it as something important enough to ever mention, and shes somewhat worried that people might start treating her like they did back then if she does tell them.

(Also, she just doesnt want to admit how “lame” her life was before.)

^^ this is actually rlly funny bcs theres a running gag where whenever someone mentions how much she acts like a fairytale princess, she just has to brush it off and be like “hahahaa.. haa.. yeaahh…”

Initially, Kyra disliked Ariston (Prince Charming Oc) because he reminded her of the prince she was supposed to be married to.

Kyra developed her affinity to animals because she wasnt really allowed to talk to anyone her age, so she spoke to the birds and forest critters whenever she could.

Because of her limited socialization, Kyra took some of her personality traits and mannerisms from the character’s she’d read in her books or watched in movies!!

Kyra literally only ever reads fairytales and fantasy books and nothing else. Nothing else can keep her attention. Its like ipad kids and those dancing fruits and vegtables.

Her backstory is inspired from several Disney songs, such as: When Will My Life Begin?, Belle (Reprise), Like Other Girls, A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes and Speechless

I only recently decided her backstory because im indecisive!!!

I wanted to make her Filipino actually so i can self project but uhhh i kind of have to make a fictional kingdom now for this to fit no guys she has filipino blood TRUST!!!

Kyra’s favorite food being burgers is just a funny lil detail to me bcs she definetly only tried one after being sent to NRC (again, strict dad, strict diet..) and she absolutely lost it and started rambling abt how good it is and everyone else just looked at her weird bcs… its just a burger girl calm down…

She actually thought Ramshackle was so cool. Like.. woah!! Just like my books!!! No way!!!!!!!

Floyd helps her be herself more. He doesn’t know it, but he really does help her in more ways than he realizes. ♡

She was close to the royal tailor who also enjoyed her company and was one of the only people to indulge her love of fairytales and ridiculous dreams.

She has HEAVY “bird in a birdcage” symbolism.

She definetly can act more proper n’ all that, but she just doesn’t want to LMAO, shes actually somewhat similar to Toph Beifong now rhat i think abt it oops

Yeah i just wanted to go full disney princess for her ngl… the idea of an impulsive adrenaline junkie with an army of forest critters with the purpose of chaos is just too funny to me to not do it

Shes supposed to come off as a “perfect pink princess” at first when people meet her, has a resting smiling face and a soft voice too so her actual personality sometimes freaks people out LMAOO shes a FREAK!!!

‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ˖ ermm okay ya i cant think of anything else !! That was alot ngl sorry HWHEHEAHA YAP SESSION OVER !!! Kyra i loev u i swea r..

[lu-polls]

wait op 👀 can i ask who your favorite boy is? 👀👀 (sorry im too shy to reply to the post and im curious now because of your tags)

4️⃣

[apheliia]

i need to write platonic mui & reader fics asap. how are there so few platonic mui fics in this fandom. guys please he is literally my son 🙏🙏🙏

[angelyuji]

trust

harleen quinzel x gn!reader

“are you sure this is a good idea?” you trail behind dr. quinzel. her fast steps rush into her office and she quickly shuts the door behind you.

“what do you mean?” she asks, playing innocent.

“don’t play dumb, doctor. are you sure it’s a good idea to trust the jo-” her eyes sharpen, and you stop yourself, “sorry, patient j.” she sighs, eyes softening. you watch as she almost collapses back into her chair.

“i don’t know, sweetheart. i really don’t.” she rests her elbows on her desk and buries her face in her hands.

“then, maybe call this off? if you don’t know if it’s a good idea…” you kneel next to her, stress pumping through your veins. the last thing you want is for your favorite coworker to go to prison for some lunatic.

“i know, it’s just…” she trails off, “all i know is that my dad needs the surgery to live, and we need money for the surgery. i can’t- i won’t lose my dad, (y/n).” dr. quinzel lifts her head and you see tears start to fall from her eyes. you pull her into a hug and she softly sobs into your shoulder.

“i’m sorry… i didn’t know you were having such a hard time.” you say, feeling tears roll down your face. you feel your heart tighten, knowing there wasn’t much you can do.

she lifts her head and wipes her tears, waving your worry off, “it’s okay, i never told you. what could you do? you make less than me, how could i ask you for money?” she sniffles before laughing softly, looking at the wet spot on your shoulder. silence fills the room and the gravity of the situation weighs on both of you. “you… you won’t tell anyone, right? you’ll keep it between us?” you look into her eyes and your heart beats faster.

“of course, i won’t tell anyone. your secret is safe with me.” you smile and dr. quinzel places a hand on your face, her eyes trail to your lips. you swallow. “it’s just… you’ll be careful, right? patient j isn’t a good person. he’s hurt a lot of people and… i don’t want you to be next, you know?” the warmth of her hand leaves your face as she turns away.

she sighs, “i know. honestly, i’m a little scared too, but i’ll be careful.” she turns back to you with a bright smile, “do you trust me?”

“always.” you grab your clipboard and get up.

“alrighty then, sweetheart, let’s get moving. we have patients to help.” she bumps her hip with yours. you both leave the office, unknowing of what’s to come.