#gost ramblings

[chubgosty]

I've mentioned this on Twitter and Instagram so might as well say it here as well to cover all my bases.

If you're still learning about the things Natty (diehardpizzer) has done (being outed as proship and lying about it to befriend people who are very vocally uncomfortable with proshippers):

Please be careful about any accusations from AidenKnows and anyone else associated with MoA

Both Aiden and several people associated with MoA (Myths of Agartha) have some form of grudge against her due to the fact she was one of the people who wanted them called out for sending and discussing pornographic material and fetish content (most particularly vore) with minors as young as 15. Aiden was one of these people who has been caught doing this.

Currently on Twitter, Aiden is spreading the accusation of Natty grooming a 16-17 year old she was dating while she was 19-20 from an anonymous source with zero evidence, with the reasoning behind the lack of evidence being that all the places the victim and Natty spoke (Discord and Google Docs) were all deleted and there being no screenshots that exist of said conversations.

Please do take these accusations with a mound of salt, as these people have been known to lie and could possibly try to use this as a way to get back into good graces because 'this person who wanted us called out for our disgusting behavior bad now; their argument now invalid' despite the fact they were called out by several people

Note that I am not defending Natty's actions in the slightest. I hate her guts with all my being and she has hurt many people, a close friend of mine included. I only wish to warn that some of the people jumping on this situation are just as horrible as her and have done similar things.

[capt-zjaybird]

random shell art with @rlms6anddanie

[yonemurishiroku]

Provided that Nico now can store his sword in the shadows to be summoned anytime, Luke’s - and later Percy’s - disarming trick is useless against him.

[chronicowboy]

me thinking season 4, episode 4 gone gone was the most emotionally devastating a sitcom about ghosts could get:

[ruvi-muffin]

Hmm

Hot take ??

I think vex is cuter without the lip gloss 🤔🤔

[stealingyourbones]

*hands you a small satchel filled with auditory ossicle (the smalles bones humans have)*

Because of all the (corrupted) ectoplasm there, the lazerus pits are considered thin spots in the gostzone, Danny (like 17 at that point, maybe even the gost king or prince) during the summerbreak before his last year at school spends the days he can't spend with tucker and Sam exploring the gost Zone just to escape his Parents rambling about the newest anti ghost inventions. He finds the thin spots leaking corrupted ectoplasma and gets curious enough for him to check out the other side (invisible of course, he might be reckless but he is not stupid). And on the other side, he finds the league of assasins and kid Damian (who has yet to go and live with his father) and his protection obbsession latches onto this small feral child.

Like what do you mean they make him fight. Look at him! He is tiny!

So he starts periodically checking in on that kid, protecting him in covert ways because while he can't do more, he can't just NOT do something. Little things like making Damians pillows and blankets a nice cool temperature throught the night, making people trip who are mean to him or want to attack him, maybe even giving him small gifts made from ghost ice. Damian at one point probably (definitely) realizes that there is someone who is for some reason friendly? and helpfull? who he can't see?

And then one day Danny goes to look how the kid is doing only to be unable to find him (because he is not with Bruce but Danny doesn't know that). Cue panic.

Basically Danny becomming a sorta Guardian Ghost to Damian.

Talia is very worried that Damian keeps talking about his imaginary friend that he insists is real. It's probably nothing... right?

[theonlygamergost]

*Looks over at Techno who is my conform YouTuber and my favourite YouTuber, then looks at Corpse who any songs of his are comfort songs for me plus his among us videos are amazing*

Well, they interacted and trended together, I am ready to embrace death now, I can die happy

[risingsunresistance]

So Goat, how does it feel that your name has been revived AND it's still relevant? (technoplain brings the technoPAIN! Yes I just finished watching MCU) -👻 without the h

IT FEELS GREAT!! I LITERALLY MADE A TWEET ABT IT LMAO, IM RELEVANT ONCE AGAIN ;u;

[justagost]

I miss having a beta reader ;-; I just feel so insecure about posting something without someone else reading it first! I swear the only reasons I don't read my own stories is because I don't want to cringe at how many errors I make

[theonlygamergost]

I KNOW THIS ISNT MY USUAL CONTENT BUT I FUKING SQUEALED

EVEN THE VOICE ACTOR AGREES ATLUS YOU COWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I asked Matt Mercer his opinion on Yusuke as a love interest.

[chubgosty]

I feel like a brief explanation is in order right quick;

Back in November, I was DM'd in the middle of the night at around 3am by who I originally thought was someone who's story of being wronged by another was being spread around for clout and to further fuel a petty feud, so I heard them out, screenshotted our entire conversation and posted it. I was sick for the entire month and angry with the world because of that (being ill makes me really mad for no reason) and I admittedly wasn't thinking it through enough.

Looking back on that now, I genuinely kick myself in the teeth for not saying the word 'alleged' literally anywhere and saying to take the story with a mound of salt due to the lack of evidence and didn't consider it all could have been lies, leading to accidentally harming someone more than expected.

So to put it in the most blunt way possible; I Don't Think Natty Is a Groomer. I still don't like her, but I don't think she's a criminal after actually stopping to think and I greatly apologize for furthering the rumour saying such as I genuinely thought I was helping someone at the time.

I've deleted the post documenting Magenta's side of the story, however due to how many people reblogged it, it's probably not going to be gone forever unfortunately.

This entire period had made me realize I'm really not cut out for this sort of thing, so i would recommend not coming to me about it ever unless you are someone I know and actually trust.

Again, I am greatly sorry to both Natty and anyone who seen the document post and hope things get at least a smidge better. I don't plan on discussing anything related to this after this goes up as I don't think it would further the conversation at all.

Peace ✌️

[astronomical-bagel]

i am asking you about your latest fic idea. spill <3

i got FIVE different asks askign abt my fic idea. you guys are awesome <33

essentially, this fic is about PHASMOPHOBIA!!!! specifically jimmy's videos with grian, lizzie, joel. theyre plopped into haunted houses by the Watchers with juuust enough memories to know who each other are and then they have to figure out the identities of the ghosts they are being killed by <3

the thing about it, it's a time loop, more or less. one (or two, in special circumstances) of the group is looping while the rest of the group isnt. The loopers have to solve who their ghost is in order for time to resume normally, then it moves on the the next ghost in a seemingly endless process. there's levels to it, too! houses with gosts and a sickly green wallpaper on the walls, catacombs with mummies and yellow sandstone floors, hospitals with zombies and red blood coating everything.

Yes, green, yellow, and red. this is, unsurprisingly, about traffic life. whoever is looping at the time has to figure out who their ghost is, someone they knew in that season, and each level represents a different season.

for example, Jimmy started looping first (its HIS videos, after all), and the ghost was Scott. In the second level, one of Lizzie's loops was Cleo. In the third level, one of Joel's ghosts was Etho. think of it like a gameshow, with no host or any fun and a 300% chance of death! :D

With each new ghost, more of their memories come back, including the increased tensions as the begin to remember things about each other. They may have died hundreds of times in these loops, but still, remembering Grian cackling like a madman as you blew yourself up is bound to lead to a strained relationship.

And yeah! thats the idea of it! Obviously, theres more to it, but im still working on the outline, and i dont want to spoil all of it!!! thanks for letting me ramble about this!!

[squeiky]

I find it absolutely hilarious the way I handle having Shadow the hedgehog as a sona? (Aka Obsidian)

(BTW Obsian is literally just me, but in shadow's body. Think of it like a gost possesion basically.)

Beacuse my personality is that of a feral, depressed sonic if you will. (Mabye like Surge or Sticks.)

So my dumb, anxiety ridden ass is going to"plop" my shadow-sona (Obsidian) self into these situations and I'm just gonna be like-

"ohh oh no! I'm just a little guy, you wouldn't hurt me right? And it's my birthday, I'm a birthday boyy-you wouldn't hurt a birthday boy would you? I could give you some cake pls don't hurt me ;^;"

And then they turn around and I put a bullet straight through their head no hesitation what so ever.

Like, IDW comics right? Okay so I, me, shadow t hedge of hogs are in a serious situation in where we can't touch the enemy's approaching and they're regenerative.

Okay, so obviously I take this 100% seriously. The problem is.. I am dumb as shit. My brain caps out at like after like going 50% high stress and I'm shutdown after that.

So like, I always joke about how I would die immediately in a zombie film (in a multitude of ways btw.) Yeah as IDW shadow I get zobified NOT cause I'm edgy, but beacuse I'm fuking chronically dumb.

I cant remeber what exactly happened into he comic but it probably goes something like this:

Sonic: (something warning or whatever bla bla bla)

Obsidian(me): "okay you stay back and protect the others-"

Sonic: "wait but what about you?! Wait-What are you going to do this time?"

Obby: "I have a truck, and metal shoes- I'm going to drive the goddamn truck straight into the zombots- killing them all efficiently-and if that doesn't work I'm gonna KICK EM! WITH MY SHOES!"

Sonic: "okay that's not a bad p-WAIT WHAT- THEYLL JUST REGENRATE DON'T-"

Obby: *drives straight into zombots*

Zombots: *regenerates*

*Obsian goes out the starts kicking them instead*

*gets touched*

Obby: "well I didn't see this coming-"

:and then beacsue my go to is freeze instead of flight or fight, I just take it like a boss.

Honestly, there are so many IDW shadow decisions and scenes that can be made way more funnier when I just insert myself into the picture ngl.

I'm having a lot of fun just thinking about this.

Oh and Sa2 shadow? Yeah so I don't think much about it, but for maria stuff I guess since I was pretty talkative as a kid oh god I can imagine all the weird ass conversations maria and I could have.

If anything, I compare it to bee and puppycat (I'm puppycat) thanks to that one au haha.

But yeah that's basically the entire ramble it's like 11:08 and I've reached maximum brain energy capacity before I pass out again hahahahahahahah okay bye.

[orsamu]

Posso pedir um scenario do Asmodeus com uma fem mc que é tão narcisista quanto ele e isso deixa ele levemente irritado?? ♥️

similarities don't attract | asmodeus x reader

cw: angst with good ending, narcissist!mc, fem!mc (but no pronouns used), annoyed!asmo.

an: oi oi anon! eu sinto muito pela demora, eu tive muita prova e agora que eu tô de férias consegui responder :( enfim eu fiz desse jeito mesmo porque não tenho certeza se era por aí e foi o que eu fiquei mais confortável, além do final feliz eu adicionei umas coisinhas pra funcionar melhor. espero que você goste !!

The moment you falled into RAD and were introduced to Diavolo, Lucifer, and everyone, Asmodeus couldn't stop thinking how you were beautiful. Smooth hair, shining eyes, you certainly were gorgeous.

But there's something in the way you walk, the way you speak, that leaves Asmo scoffing. The way you are a narcissist, just like him. It makes him wonder why he is annoyed by you when you two are so similar in personality. Maybe how you steal his spotlight often by being the lovely exchange student, smiling confidently and so sure you are this amazing, while he eyes you indifferently.

Often catches you fixing your hair or admiring yourself in whatever reflexive object you find. There's no room for criticism with you, and Asmo is always passive-aggressive replying to your daily rambling about yourself.

He is the Avatar of Lust. No matter how beautiful you are, you can't steal his title so back of honey. After some thought, he realizes he is jealous, and the realization almost makes him sick.

He hates it.

Don't get him wrong, he is not the Avatar of Pride (as much as he secretly envies his raven-haired brother) and even less not the Avatar of Envy, but Asmodeus has to be flawless and it's not some random confident human that's going to ruin this.

One day, he is complaining about this to Beel who is quietly having a snack in the kitchen, when the younger demon says you two are very alike. Scoffs and is lowkey offended, mumbling something like "there's nothing alike between me and that stupid human".

Later, he sees Beelzebub's point.

It's night; he arrived earlier from the meeting, climbing upstairs already thinking of his glorious bath when he hears sobs. At first, shrugs it as Mammon whining, but as the demon walks past the hallway, he realizes it was you.

There's a small gape at your door and Asmo decides to just have a quick look at it. Your face is hidden behind your open palms, but your eyes are visible; there are two purple bags under your eyes, and by the open makeup on your desk, you are trying anything to cover it, yet, failing.

Feels touched because he too gets stressed and is not as flawless as he claims to be all the time. Softens up to you and doesn't even realize until someone makes a comment about your appearance at a party both of you went to and he stands up to defend you.

You look for him after the party and invite him to go shopping with you as a thank you, and surprising you both, he accepts it. You two spend the day finding similarities and buying clothes and other things.

Decides you are his best friend and who are you to say no, right?

Sometimes he does makes some remarks about your confident personality but don't get so mad at him. He always shows up at your door later with nail polish and pajamas to pass the night gossiping at your room, with a smile that says "sorry about that".

In the end, as much as Asmo can get annoyed by your narcissism, he loves you and secretly loves how you are so lovingly towards yourself.

[chandelier-s-notebook]

@the-only-gamer-gost‘s WritingTober Day 16: Survival

Inspiration

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Wilbur does it for Tommy. It’s all for Tommy. Everything was for Tommy. All of it. The drugs. The revolution. L’Manburg. The park. Tubbo in a box. The election that didn’t go to plan. Pogtopia. Wilbur did it all for Tommy. All he wanted was for Tommy to have a safe place. A safe place free of rules. Where he could do whatever he wanted. Where he could hangout with whoever he wanted. It was all for Tommy. All for this kid. This kid who’d become his little brother. Everything was for him. Everything was to keep him safe.

So why did Tommy look so afraid of him last they spoke?

- - -

“I need to be a leader Tommy would be proud of!” he rambled to himself.

“And is he?��

“Wha-?”

Techno pushed himself from the wall to his full height. “Is Tommy proud of you?”

- - -

He’s not. Tommy’s not proud. He doesn’t agree with Wilbur. He remembers the days of L’Manburg, when he would blindly follow Wilbur’s lead. Before he sacrificed the things he held closest to his chest. His discs. He did it for L’Manburg. Not for Wilbur.

And Wilbur was L’Manburg. He was the face of L’Manburg. Tommy still sees Wilbur as the face of L’Manburg. But he’s gone off the rails. Tommy doesn’t agree with the way he wants to go about putting this back together.

But who does Tommy have? Tubbo? Tubbo is one step away from being on Schlatt’s side. Techno? Techno may say he’s on Tommy’s side now, but Tommy knows Techno. And Techno would much rather go the route Wilbur is taking. Blood of the Blood God. Dream? No. Dream was never on his side. Dream was only helping Wilbur with his plan because it benefited him.

Tommy is not proud of Wilbur. But he has nothing to do but stand by his side.

- - -

The blond starts replanting the potato field at the bottom of their ravine base. “Leave me alone Techno.”

“I’m not leaving you alone.”

A few minutes of silence.

“I said leave me alone.”

“And I said no.”

They stare at each other.

“Techno, I need you to leave.”

“Why?”

“I need to be alone right now.”

“No one should be alone.”

“Shut up!”

Techno raises his hands in surrender. Coming to a stand still a few feet away from the boy.

“Leave.”

“No.”

“Please,” his voice starts to break. “Please leave. I need you to leave.”

“Why?”

“Because you are not on my side.”

“Yes I am.”

“No you are not. Techno I know you. I know you.”

“I know you too.”

He continued on. “And I know that your ideals line up better with Wilbur’s than they are with mine. So I need you to leave.”

“Tommy.”

“Please Techno. Please, I need you to leave on my terms.”

“Tommy.” He took a step closer to the boy. “I care about you?”

“Do you? Do you really?”

“Yes.” Another step, hands still in the air. “I care about you Tommy.”

“Wilbur said that. Wilbur said that and look where it got me. Look where is got Fundy. His son. His son. His little champion. Look where it got us Techno!”

Techno’s heart broke for the boy. “Tommy.”

“So if you care. You will leave now. Before I start to trust you.”

“Tommy I’m on your side.”

“Before I think I can depend on you.”

“You can! Remember how I came to your side in the Battle of the Tower?”

“Before I go to you for validation.”

“You already do that,” Techno tries to joke.

It doesn’t land. Tommy isn’t listening to anything he’s saying. “I need you gone.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Go join Wilbur. Or Eret. Or Schlatt. I don’t care. But leave me be.”

“Tommy, I’m not leaving you alone.”

Tommy goes back to planting potatoes.

“This is where you tell me that you aren’t alone.” Techno moves to stand in front of him. Force the boy to look at him. “Tommy? This is where you tell me that you have Tubbo.”

“I need you to leave before you betray me as well.”

[mihidecet]

Tibi’s MCYT WritingTober, Day 10

I hope everyone’s doing fine! Today there’s no angst, only good feels!

I’d say good feels are a given with Dadza, but honestly after yesterday’s prompt I can’t say anything.

Today’s prompt from @the-only-gamer-gost ‘s list is “SMP Earth”, which means it’s time for the Antartic Empire boys!!

Phil has never really gotten used to the cold. 

Back when he’d first decided to settle in the north, he’d been expecting cold weather and frigid temperatures - white everywhere, trees unbent despite carrying their own weight in snow over their branches. 

But he hadn’t been prepared for the cold of the Antarctic: there, his own breath seemed to be congealing inside his lungs, and the smell of logs burning had become more familiar than that of food. There, stalactites and stalagmites were made of pure ice, which was somehow stronger than rocks themselves - they resided in a fortress built to last a century, hung to the ceiling of a mountain excavated by water itself. 

He’d had to upgrade his own gear, in order to survive longer than a night - those were the worst, when warmth could leave you at the worst of times and you could never realise. 

It had been easier than expected, since Techno had come prepared. 

Phil had been able to use one of his coats at first, a fluffy red thing which kept him warm and cozy as they explored the abandoned fortress, Phil’s mind running with ideas on what to do and how to improve their living conditions. A week later he’d returned to their now almost-home with two brand new coats, in tones of white and light blue, in honour of their newly formed Empire. 

The Antarctic doesn't feel like home yet, but Phil is making sure it will soon. He's been leaving almost every other day in order to gather what he needs to make sure they don't need to have fires running constantly in order to avoid freezing to death, and most importantly food - nothing grows where they live, except for ice, and Phil's not that desperate yet. 

As he descends into the heart of the fortress, he's welcomed by familiar sounds: the ever constant dripping of ice melting close to every heat source, the gentle hum of their furnaces, busy smelting ores and warming up their surroundings. 

The only thing missing is the sound of at least a single soul living there. 

When Phil had left, Techno had been deeply focused in his work, scribbling notes on various sheets of papers and tracing lines and trajectories over the huge map of the world he'd bought a couple of days before. He'd been so focused he would have missed Phil leaving if the man hadn't made sure to stop by their study to let him know, so Phil had expected him to still be working there when he got back. 

But as he gets closer, there's no sounds of papers moving, nor Techno's deep voice mumbling calculations to himself, coming from the room. 

The moment he turns the corner into the room, Phil freezes in place. The candle Techno had lit on the desk is almost completely melted, and nothing is moving in the room except for the rhythmic rise and fall of the young man's shoulders as he's hunched on the same desk Phil left him at. 

The older man sighs, both exasperated and endeared, and shakes his head - he should have known he would have been overworking himself. 

He takes a few steps into the room and grabs a spare blanket from the armchair near the entrance, but even that small sound is enough to stir Techno up. 

His head raises, and he squints at him for a moment with tense shoulders before relaxing. 

"Oh, hi Phil." He says, voice gravelly and thick with tiredness, before trying to stretch his back - about a dozen of painful sounding pops later, he looks almost awake. 

"Let's get you to sleep, Techno." Phil comments with a chuckle, setting the blanket back down. There's a moment of pause as they have a staring contest - Techno trying in vain to convince him that no, he can definitely keep working - before the young man lets out an exaggerated sigh and stands up. 

"I guess I'm a bit tired." He concedes and follows Phil as he escorts him towards his room. 

"You know, I've almost got it." Techno adds as they walk side by side; Phil turns to him with an inquisitive look, as the man still hadn't exactly elaborated on what he'd been working on. 

Techno leans towards him, a grin on his face as his voice lowers as if telling him a secret. 

"We're gonna conquer the world, Phil. It's gonna be all ours!" 

Now, if it had been anyone else, Phil would have figured it was just the exhaustion talking, making them ramble. But he knows Techno. He trusts both Techno and his skills, his knowledge. 

So Phil gapes for a moment, then bursts into joyous laughter. 

"You and me, mate. I can't wait!" He exclaims, giddy with excitement - when Techno had told him that one day they'd be ruling the world, he hadn't expected him to stick to his words. And yet, the man never stops surprising him. 

"Does that mean I can go back to finishing up my-" Techno starts once his laughter has died down, prompting Phil to turn sharply towards him with a fake glare and a pointed finger. 

"No!"