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[some-internet-stranger]

Echoes of wisdom with a sword!!🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

[simminginstars]

no tears left to cry...literally

[arecaceae175]

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(Image from @linkeduniverse)

[truths33k3r4]

The Mutation Situation Comic Dub Part 11

PART 11 of the Mutation Situation Comic Dub is UP!!! :)

Guys- it’s getting so exciting- I’m only 19 subscribers away from reaching 2k!!!! AHHHHHH!!!! I better start preparing for that special video!!

Anyways~ :) All credit for the art and comic goes to @indieyuugure, while I lent my voice for the dubbing and theme song in A Cappella. :) Music and Sound Effects are by Epidemic Sound!

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

[lifenconcepts]

Hi I wanna talk to someone so im just gonna ramble in your askbox about brain words if that’s okay :D

is it only me who likes being psycoanalized?? Because I feel like I see a lot of people upset about it but it makes me feel seen in a way I don’t get a lot and it’s so fascinating!! Psychology in general is but like. You figured that out so easily?? From a few things?? Woaw!! And!! It’s accurate!! You perceived me accurately!!! I hate hate hate being perceived inaccurately. Also just like. please. tell me things about myself that will lead to late night sessions of over analyzing myself. I love it so much!! That reminds me, earlier I was with a friend and I have this weird thing where I can make my shoulder blades stick out freakishly far (I once opened a doorknob with them) and they said it was like wings bc im a dragon NOT MNOWING ABOUT ME BEING OTHERKIN!!!! It was so affirming. Anyway sorry for lots of ranting I was just bored and figured you’re just weird enough (/pos) to appreciate it? Maybe? Sorry if this is unwanted or intrusive tho

HIIII!! I love when people ramble oh goodness it’s lovely to read what you have to say!! Sorry for late response but I really do love this! Yes I’m absolutely weird enough for such topics!!

okay so, to your first question (no matter the rhetorical nature) I believe that many enjoy being psychoanalysed, most specifically people with neurodivergences, because it usually is much easier to have things blatantly given to you on a splatter which you can then reflect over if they’re true or not. Many ofcourse dislike bold claims their way but others (me too!) crave it because it allows you to have a starting point, because we carry so much in our brains that it’s easy to forget where it all begins and how to approach it! Easiest of all, is going to some random quiz (wether it be what character you are, do I have autism, or assigning you a concept) and then deducing yourself from the questions themselves and the results you get. But sadly what I noticed is that in most cases, especially stuff like zodiacs, they’re far too vague to be able to confidently stand by like “yeah this is me!” But it still doesn’t stop everyone.

especially most interesting of all is I noticed that even more matured individuals (haha like cheese) still fall into the trap of wanting to be like others. It’s usually a mask for being accepted, heard, and appreciated.. but it results in losing your sense of self (if you had any) and becoming much more confused. People crave a sense of belonging and purpose, no matter if meaning even matters to them but they just want to exist in a space that’s curated to them. And I know it from previous experience, but people even who never were worried about it begin questioning if they’re a therian/otherkin from seeing a lot of such content, endo systems and such, and self diagnosis of mental illnesses and/or disorders. Also the whole thing with name, gender, pronouns, sexuality - it’s seen as this big trio that eeeeveryone should know about, but to those which blatantly don’t have such a concept within their identity, they now go searching through information as to ‘why do I feel this way? Why don’t I feel connected to this? Is it something wrong with the stuff or with me? Maybe everyone feels only vague emotions about this? I should just choose something to fit in.’ which most forms as some incoherent impulse of desire in the mind. hey hey, and the point is not that we don’t deserve spaces or communities but rather that the very real result of such attention causing people to actively seek out whatever it is that they keep seeing, to the point of willing it into their lives. And I’ll be a bit open here, but I faintly believe some identities (not the term as a whole, it’d be very bold to claim an entire subcategory is all of such individuals) but like.. copinglinks, fictionkin, and some endo systems, I believe, follow this principle. “Willogenic” being a very self-aware term for this too!

But hey, everyone wants to know themselves and most don’t care to look any deeper, they’re patient and satisfied with their little world and think that ‘if I don’t like when people bother me, then others don’t like it to’ (which by the way is a dumb mentality to have. You can’t paint your own experience and preferences onto other people as a ‘fact’) and basically almost everyone remains in their bubble no matter if they show it or not, and I assume you also do, because it never is clear if everyone thinks alike or will appreciate the same conversation. It’s just so hauntingly obvious that the loop of “I don’t know what the other is thinking and so I’ll just stay silent” from both sides, resulting in a looming silence between you and whoever it is you speak with.

Reflection is a natural part of life, not just purely regarding spirituality, but if you even slightly consider what is good or bad and what meaning is and why you are what you are, you already have some element of spirituality in ya. In fact, in my personal opinion, I believe that anyone who tries to understand themselves at a deeper level is much more capable and incredible of a person than they believe. Doubt can cause you to spiral but if you’re even slightly making an attempt, you’ll achieve heights like never before. Destroying old habits, forming new ones, being aware of mental dangers, avoiding triggers no matter how obscure, doing more of what makes you happy and satisfied, and overall having a self. Identity isn’t nowhere near as important as having a healthy relationship with yourself, but people just don’t seem to recognise it. That’s why I secretly despise those intro posts although it helps me understand someone new I followed, because really, if you’re actively following them you’ll recognise their habits. You can have a name in your profile description, but why do you crave to know what gender you have? To broadcast to the world where and how you feel attraction? Do you crave to be heard? You must enjoy the knowledge that we all love and adore you.

and hey, it’d probably make sense that on tumblr litterally everyone either is cool with your identity or interested in knowing more, with a few exceptions here and there if your algorithm is kind.

ah sorry, did I ramble too much from the main point? I love doing that ahaha. But basically it’s entirely natural and much MUCH more common than you think..

[silverstudios]

Delivery (Single parent sitcom au)

The first glimpse into the single parent au me and @secret-spirit have been working on! Enjoy :D

It purred quietly as it trotted across the grass and then into the stone of its cave, its chest full and warm and only a little squirming now. The trip back to the cave from the town had taken a bit longer than it cared to admit, but well- it supposes that’s what happens when you have 6 squirming, struggling little ones within….and a slash across your side. 

It winced slightly at the thought, the wound bristling and painful, stupid humans fighting back- stupid humans taking winfrey- but it has a costume to keep it clean, and now it has 6 small bodies worth of biomass to help it heal up…and a couple of souls and minds to keep. 

Its back arched, tail pointed directly up- the tip reaching the high ceiling with a satisfying click- and spines twitched before it dropped itself, chest first, into the pile of leaves and moss and ... .what are these called again-? Blankets, yes the word is blankets. Leaves and moss and blankets….all of which made a nest meant for two….

The little ones within- those who were still mostly solid at least- made quiet grumbles and shifted, and Clyde couldn’t help but snicker. Norman- it thinks at least that’s the boy's name- was still struggling. It was honestly impressive- he was the oldest and largest of the bunch, perhaps that’s how he’s still fighting…but even so, it can feel that he's slowing down, getting tired, losing shape…

It shifted, an arm wrapped around its shoulders, chest and back, round and round and round- a little hug for itself and them- and let itself go limp against the nest- curled up in a ball to keep itself warm. 

….the nest felt so ....big, and exposed, without winfrey here���It missed hearing their hums and feeling the gentle thumps of its heart as they lay curled around it- it missed the cuddles, and the warmth and...it missed them….

….it smiled slightly as it’s chest sat heavy and warm- and still. Finally settled…It closed its eyes and sighed, tension leaving and left behind a veldigun flat against its nest…

Leaving its body to heal and reform and recreate, it’s goop building up around pestering wounds and stitching together torn flesh…

…

…

…

It grumbled, eyes opening slowly, blinking and groggy….the pestering wound was gone, but now something else was wrong. It’s chest…hurt? No, not hurt…hollow? It shifted, and head tilted as its costume hung wrong around its chest. Instead of sticking to it like before, it hung limp and heavy against the nest- an air gap between it’s flesh and the secondary skin it had claimed for itself…

It shifted, fingers getting hold of the zipper and pulling it, a loud ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip echoing out of the cave- followed by six different splates and a chorus of tiny complaining chirps and squeaks. 

It froze, staring down at the six little shifting lumps…it lowered itself and gently sniffed at one of them- it smelled like it….but almost had a candy smell as well, like candy corn- and it’s eyes were looking over them all. Dark, goopy, tiny mouths without any teeth and eyes basically glued shut- tiny squeaks and merps and chirps as they shifted and moved, blindly wiggling across the nest toward it. 

Did…..Did it….? Slowly, gently- as gentle as it could- it tapped the head of one of the shifting goops. It let out a tiny coo, a barely formed hand grasping at the edge of its finger as it tried to wiggle into its hand. Clyde's eyes widened, a purr raced up its throat before it could even think about why, tail swinging back and forth- chest hollow of minds and souls but felt so warm… 

It really did….

…

It paused, gently poking one of them again- strings of goop followed after its finger, and froze. They are not solid at all, barely even formed- It wouldn’t be surprised if those eyes are shut because they aren’t even functional yet, that’s how it and most of the others were when they first entered this world- and they were chilled, even just for the few moments they’ve been out of it’s chest they were already cold-

They need costumes-They need Food- Now. 

It scooped up six of them- soft, goopy, it could see where they had been in the nest as smudges and part of them were left behind on the moss and blankets- and shoved them back into its costume, zipping it up and keeping an arm wrapped around its chest to keep them in place. A hug, in a way, as it stands and moves- cursing the fact it had to run on two legs instead of all fours but it needs to keep them in place. 

A chorus of pleased sighs and chirps muffled by fabric, and little goopy bodies pushed themselves as close as possible to its flesh, snuggling up against its ribs and stomach- tiny barely formed hands grabbing hold and gripping tightly. It smiled softly and giggled at the thought that crossed it’s mind- perhaps they were trying to return to its insides, it had tried to do something similar with its own creator- the world was so big and loud and cold and bright compared to the the internals it spawned from, Clyde can only imagine they’re feeling very similar right now. 

Sadly that’s not how this world works, once outside you must remain outside and you must survive…but it wasn’t just going to leave them to fend for themselves, not like it and winfrey had needed to do- at least not yet, maybe once older and less goopy… But for now, it will fend for them, starting with something to keep them warm and keep them solid. 

With any luck- that one costume ship should still be in the same place, and should still have a broken lock…and then it can worry about getting these six little veldiguns-....veldilings? Maybe, it’ll think about the terms later- after getting secondary skins it can worry about getting food into these little ones...Maybe small rodents, yeah they should be able to swallow those whole…

….

It’s nest won’t feel so empty anymore it seems….

[psychojetcocktail]

Arcade gannon headcanons?

Ok well since this is the second ask, and since I need to get these out my head, here’s some headcanons!

• Has very cold hands, even when he’s sitting in the desert all day, due to poor circulation

• Has had cataracts since birth (i also like to imagine his eyes look tiny through his glasses because of that)

• Only likes to sleep on his back, he gets overstimulated if he doesn’t

• Is autistic and had OCD (personal analysis ofc)

• Before he deserted the Enclave, I like to imagine he was in military medical training

• And because of that, spent a while in military service (definitely did gay shit)

• Bad at keeping relationships

• Plenty of gray hairs from stress and age

• Loves reading gothic literature

• Veronica likes to call him “Izzy” (Arcade both hates and loves it)

• Father-Daughter relationship with Ronnie, helps her learn more about the followers and constantly trying to explain medicine to her

• Always wanted children, but sadly cant because you know… gae

• Since he cant have kids, Veronica means a lot to him and is trying his best to do anything he can for her

• Would never treat a synth, mutant or a ghoul differently than a human

• Him and Ulysses would get along great (spread the yaoi propaganda)

[mr-urple]

i wanna hug you!! (virtually or not, whichever you like!)

YAAAY HUGGING YOU BACK

[secludedscar]

HI ULTRAKILL FANDOM

[stunie]

IS THAT ME

[ch1-kasak0]

"I'VE WON!! I'VE WON OMG OMG OMG HEHE HEHEHE" I say, as Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic plays.

HEHE HEHEHE HEHEHE W YIOPPE EUEOEPEPE EYPEPWW HEHEHHWHWJDIWE MARCUS SJWJJDWJJDKWKD

[gghostiis-shenanigans]

oops

[teddybeartoji]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICKEY MWAH - Leo

LEOOOOOOOO I AM BITING YOUUUU>:333333 THANK YOU SM BABY MWAH MWAH MWAAHHHH!!!!!!

[flapajacker]

Yes I made a cover of MAD by Caravan Palace what are you gonna do about it

The song :

Hehehhahaha

[apocalyptic-dancehall]

claptrap befriending sirens is something i can't get tired of it's like he's a little cat and he keeps coming to these women and suddenly bam. friendship

[boysbeloving]

https://www.tumblr.com/mightymightygnomepriest/747595490922725376?source=share

Someone wrote an ode to Mile's hotness in the style of the prologue to William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet

seems like a Daisy thing

NONNIE SWEETHEART THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE DELIGHT!!!! hahahaahhhahaha!!!!!

i'm so touched that you thought of me when you read that exquisite piece of writing hahahahaa! mile's tits and eyebrows do deserve poetry imo

thank you for sharing this! love you!