#his ‘whoa’ lmao

[pregleetrauma]

roy’s reaction to jamie crying omfg 💀 honestly same

[artbyfuji]

crazy way to find out 🤯

[twisting-in-wonderland]

if there was an autobiography based on any of the twst characters lives, which one would you be the most interested in hearing?

I'm torn between two--

but in the end. DEFINITELY Rook's--

He'd write so much irrelevant detail, and in the end you'd know so much, yet so little about his life,,

plus- hear me out-

there's 70 parts in total

(second place was Lilia, since that guy's been through a LOT ( i mainly want to hear about the places he's been to and the food he's had tbh--- (if lilia did try and release his autobiography, it'd probably be a multi-part too- most people would think it was a fantasy story instead of an actual autobiography though lol--))

tied third was crowley and Grim as a joke, because 99% of it would be exaggerated and full of lies, i would read either one's to make fun of it-)

transcript under read more-- (since my hand writing is rough sry--)

image 1 :

Rook - 'Roi du poison! I have finished my Autobiography!'

image 2:

Vil - 'It's very well written, Rook.'

Rook - 'Oh! Bon! I am over-joyed to hear that! So you like it, Roi du poison?'

Vil - 'Of course.'

Rook - 'Bien! I shall fetch part two for you both!'

(on the side-

Epel - 'Why are there two pages describing us...?'

Image 3:

Vil and Epel - '...Part two?'

[hood-ex]

saw the issue and after what they did to Jason, I think im going to quit DC, its clear that his character is stuck in a dead end, because all the interesting things they could do with him would threaten the oh so perfect Batman, and im tired of Batman sucking the life out of the batfamily

I fear DC fucked themselves when they decided most of the bats needed to act like one big happy family even in the face of Bruce's toxicity.

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Agust D 'Haegeum' MV

[ask-postcrash-curly]

there’s a third party between us

they might not want you to know this

but they’re the one responsible for our exchanges

time moves slower for us because of it

and our messages take a while to get answered by you

some of us try to make estimated guesses due to that

but it’s never guaranteed it’ll get through

when they stop us

time might’ve not even advanced that far for you

but for us it could be days

we still don’t know how much it’ll be

only an estimate

but they do

Huh. Good to know, I guess. Whatever it is all that meant.

Uh. If you’re listening, mysterious third-party, please do continue these exchanges. I appreciate them very much and I really don’t want them to stop. Thank you.

[trickstersaint]

hey hi hello! first of all i'd like to say i took your patron saint uquiz and it. Changed my life unironically it's so good. i follow you now because every line in that quiz was a gut punch and i loved it. top tier hurt honestly

my question is this - i am a fanauthor. on the side i also write my own original fiction but i specialize in fanfic. Am I allowed to use your poetry for a reference folder? I wouldn't use your poetry in a fic without explicit permission and without linking back here of course, and I'd never use it for commercial work outside of maybe taking inspiration without copying, but I wanna have a ref folder of Things That Made Me Feel Things about a character. It's not planned to be public as of yet, it's just supposed to be a bunch of screenshots in my drafts, but I'd like to maybe one day make it public once the fic was complete. (I already have your blog linked in my drafts actually, so if it goes public I'm not gonna forget.) I just want to make sure you're comfortable with me using your poetry for fanfic of all things

It's cool if not and have a great day! I still think your poetry is great and evocative and all

hi, anon! you're all good, i prommy. so glad you like the quiz + the poetry, and i would always prefer people come and ask questions if they're uncertain! no trouble at all.

my general stance is that as long as it's clearly credited, i am totally cool with my work being used in personal projects. like you said, i've got a tag for the things that people make! i love to see what people create. if it's for a noncommercial creative project then i would say there's no need to ask beforehand (unless it would make you more comfortable to ask, in which case go ahead and i'll almost certainly say yes <3). my only thing is that if you post it, please tag me in it/send it to me so that i can reblog it here for people to see!

if there are any questions about using my work that anyone has, feel free to ask. i don't think i've got anything particular going on outside of common practice! same way you'd treat, like, a richard siken poem or smth: you wanna credit it so that people can find the source material, and make sure you're not using it for profit unless you have an understanding with that author. i trust you all to be decent about it <3 kiss kiss go out and make your cool little things so that i can be delighted and amazed with them

[doomstonee]

I make art and cry

[jlan22]

y'all ever just recycle old ocs you had and even make them a specific franchise's fan character? yeah me too

[context and more info under the cut!]

for context: warton is an old oc i made back in 2021. i initially made him for youtube as a lil partner of my sona back then. he's been inspired by 2 paper mario allies: huey and olivia (you can TELL, specially huey). since the time i made him, he's been abandoned. recently, i decided to change things up about him; he's now a kirby oc! with a glow up like damn bud you look good with that fresh new haircut!!

warton is a good friend of susie. they're considered pretty close, and he seems to have a crush on her! to his luck, susie views him differently, more as a brother type friend (they're FRIENDS and NOT RELATED), so poor guy constantly gets bro zoned by her

but it's okay he would still do things for her like bring her flowers and spend some ice cream quality time with her <3

[froggomcdoo]

you ever read a work of fiction so good that you immediately need to find more and consume it but it doesn't have any more and there will likely be no more so you just suffer and think what if.

[wraithsoutlaws]

i loaded dragula without his mods im...hello?? WHO IS THIS MAN??? get out of my house??????

[spiralstereo]

Unexpected alliance [part 1-?]

"Yeah, I'm with that low life scum. He's stupid & gullible, it's a great way to get starting funds. He thinks I love him. Pathetic for someone as 'respectable' as him. I'm gonna ditch him & my little accident whenever I can get enough cash."

"I decided that maybe I could try & work for an organization that's- more my style, if you get what I mean. Team Plasma seems to have standards unlike how it is here, & your guy's work is more, exciting. You yourself are more respectable, you have actual class & power. I've admired your work for a while now, & I figured maybe I'd shoot my shot since I'm planning on leaving Team Rocket soon."

"Mr Harmonia sir, I'd appreciate to do business with you. I'm interested in some of your mercenary positions, if not maybe I could shoot for a commander role?"

"Well Ms Ademaro, I admire your bluntness, & I certainly do appreciate your support & interest in Team Plasma. However, please understand that I'll have to take some time to consider your offers."

"I'll decide & talk over with some of my executives about your interests in those positions, & I'll let you know when I get any information regarding letting you join Team Plasma."

"I look forward to doing business with you sir."

[risingsunresistance]

wtf is the beef with dream and quackity stans like. they do not shut up on twitter they are ALWAYS fighting

[koumeowkami]

damn we get it. get a fucking room

[the-dalseum-duet]

in another life I would have really liked just sharing sweet tea and chatting with you

eeaao reference to kick this one off. another canon scene that I did not expect to get emotional about as it unfurled. this was originally going to be sonnet chea is hot propaganda but it turned into sonnet chea is human propaganda. that’s #feminism babey. further commentary on these yahoos that make my vision blurry in the tags

feminist propaganda tag: @svwhssftr

For a moment, there was nothing but the distant rolling of thunder. Water trickled through cracks in stones, lapping at Charlie’s limp fingers. She recognized the smell of moss and earthy decay. She sure as hell recognized the splatters of blood beneath her feet. 

Her heart twitched and fluttered as her weight fell to the pit of her stomach. The Palace’s labyrinth was a fate worse than death. She had to be dreaming. Just a few hours ago, she was safe. The Blackbirds were safe. Damn it, what had she done?

Her wrists ineffectively flexed against the chains shackled around her. They weighed nothing to her anymore, but they still taunted her. Where was Adam? Where was her son?

She ran through her bangs with her trembling fingers. They were dead. Noeul killed them. The bastard must have paraded their corpses the same way he paraded her limp, swelled body. They were dead. They were dead. She was still alive and suffering, but they were dead. 

“You’re up early.” 

The voice hovering above Charlie was entirely unfamiliar to her. It was dissonant, yet melodic— like a vintage record of a junkie pop star. It was just charming enough for her to jerk her head towards it. 

The owner of said voice was nearly unrecognizable, as well, but their eyes were unmistakable. Years of plastic surgery and flawless makeup couldn’t hide the sharp, piercing stare of Sonnet Chea. 

“Where is he?” Charlie snapped, swiping to grasp Sonnet’s ankle. They briskly dodged her attack, the clicking of their heels echoing in the vacuum of her chamber. 

“As feisty as ever, aren’t you, Blaire?” they hummed.

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Oh, but what if I do?”

Charlie heaved herself at them as they ever-so-daintily laughed just out of her reach. “I should tear out your throat.”

“Good luck getting through all of those stitches, little doll.”

“Go to hell!”

“It seems we’re both already there.” 

Sonnet calmly sat across from her, their legs crossed and floral skirt draped across the soggy floor. Charlie cocked her head, wild-eyed. 

“What are you doing?” Charlie whispered as Sonnet carefully unwrapped a pristine set of teacups and a sieve. 

“I brought us tea,” they said. “Ginger and orange. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it, but I’ve been told Southerners are often fond of sweet teas.” 

Charlie rubbed her exhausted eyes as Sonnet poured her a cup. “No, not quite.”

“I’m sorry, then. I didn’t mean to offend you, if I did.”

“You tried to kill me and married the man who ruined my life. I could care less about stereotypes right now.”

“That was a long time ago, Blaire.”

“Chea, I’m not interested in your mind-fuckery. Where is my son?”

“Little Crow is still perfectly safe with Adam. It’s the middle of the night. They won’t notice your absence.” Sonnet carefully sipped their tea. 

“They certainly will tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be back by then.”

“What?”

“I’ll let you go back to your family. That is, if you agree to my request.” 

“No—“

“You haven’t even heard my proposal yet. You’re awfully quick to judge, Blaire.”

“You were awfully quick to marry a man-whore, but here we are.”

“We have the same enemy. Listen to me, please.”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“To remind you of your fate if you don’t listen.”

Charlie ever-so-slightly bowed her head in silence. Sonnet grinned in response to her obedience. 

“Noeul has repeatedly proven himself to me.” Sonnet artfully stirred their tea. “I know how it feels to have your child stolen from you. He took my Marie and confined her to the Palace because she expressed support for your little… motley crew. He claims that it’s for her own safety, but this does nothing but harm her. I have begged for her freedom, but he refuses to listen to me. His loyalty is not to his family. It’s only to himself.”

“I could have told you that years ago,” Charlie scoffed.

“I can only play the cards I’ve been dealt now. I know much more about the Blackbirds than you think I do. I’ve kept your secrets because it means I have the upper hand against Noeul in the race to find you.” 

“You what?”

“I have connections all across this island, little doll. I almost married Adam, and I’ve lived with Crow his entire life. I sleep with the man who taught him how to think every night. I know exactly how all of their minds work. The three of them are remarkably similar— I was never able to pin your thought process down, though.”

“So, you’ve always known about us the entire time?“

“I’ve known Adam worked at The Forbidden Orchard. It took me longer than it should have to fully realize your connection to him, but I know better than to reveal everyone’s secrets around here. They’re a delicate currency.”

“But how did you—“ 

“It’s best not to get caught up in the little details, Blaire. What matters is your freedom, right? In the grand scheme of things?”

“That’s the goal, yes.”

“I know you’re a survivalist—an extraordinary one, at that. You’ve been through more hardship than all of the Court combined, and you continue to fight. I pity you, in a sense.” 

“I’m sure.”

“You take these risks for freedom. Am I correct?”

“Of course.”

“I can give you that freedom. In fact, I’d be more than happy to send you right back home to your sleepy little town. I just want one thing in return.” 

A spark of suspicion glinted in Charlie’s eye. “And what would that be?”

“Crow.” 

“Crow?”

“Yes, he’s the catalyst of all this nonsense, poor thing. If he returned to us, everything would fall back into place. His brain is wired to submit to whoever he perceives as the most powerful, which is wildly dangerous considering his influence as a public figure. Right now, you’re his object of worship. If his faith in you crumbles, he’ll re-adjust to how he’s always been— Noeul’s most loyal soldier.”

“You think that helps your case?”

“I’m not finished.” Sonnet sipped their tea. “You have no power in Dalseum. You have a strong and impactful message, but you’re nothing without the help of Crow. The boy is ambitious, but he has no stamina. He’ll come crawling back to the Palace regardless. I’m offering you this so I can save Marie from my husband while I still can.”

“Offering me what, exactly?”

“I would send you home, and I would tell Noeul I found you dead. Adam could continue making his poor decisions in the Wasteland, and balance would be restored for everyone. It’s quite simple.” 

Charlie knew better than to trust Sonnet, and she sure as hell knew better than to sacrifice her son. Still, the words “You’ve got a deal, Chea,” slithered out of her mouth alongside a clattering handshake. 

Sonnet’s eyes widened; Charlie had never seen them that expressive before, probably because their botox was so effective. “That was quick.” 

“I want freedom. You said it yourself.”Charlie knew Sonnet was lying straight through the gap in their teeth. If she denied the offer, she would remain in the Palace, and Crow and Adam would be in immediate danger. Tampering with Sonnet’s trust bought them both time. 

“Over your son’s freedom?”

“He’s barely my son.” Charlie’s chest tightened. “You know him better than I do.”

“I want him back to the Palace by sundown tomorrow. If he isn’t back, then I won’t hesitate to keep you down here until you rot. You’d make lovely compost for the garden.” 

“He’ll be here,” she lied.

“Perfect.” Sonnet’s teeth peeked through a subtle grin. Charlie’s constraints split open with a rattling creak.

“How did you get me down here, anyway?”

“Homemade tranquilizer— just enough natural poison to knock someone out for a few hours. I shot it into your system while you were asleep.”

“You broke into The Forbidden Orchard?”

“Adam keeps a spare key under the mat, and I’m much quieter than you would expect.”

“Dumbass,” Charlie scoffed.

Sonnet wistfully sighed as they sized up Charlie. “You really are a beautiful woman, Blaire.”

Charlie raised her eyebrows. “The deal is already sealed. I don’t need any more sweet-talking.”

“No, I’m serious.” Sonnet rested their chin on one of their palms. “You’ve been through years of imprisonment, you’ve birthed a child in excruciating conditions, you’ve survived out in The Wasteland, and you’re still effortlessly beautiful. How do you do it?” 

“I don’t know,” Charlie awkwardly replied. She had little time to see herself as beautiful anymore— truly, she hadn’t thought about her appearance since her trial.

“You have scars, you have stretch marks, and you would benefit from a boob job—“

“Thanks,” she hissed. 

“But I don’t see any of that when I look at you. I would give anything for your body.” 

“I’d start with ditching the pink hair,” Charlie said, straight-faced. 

Sonnet laughed. “And you’re funny. I’d be inspired if you weren’t Dalseum’s most-wanted vigilante.” 

“I wish I could say the same about you, but you did try to poison me and married the bullet I dodged.”

“Well, only one of us is married to the most powerful man in Dalseum.”

“Yeah. I’m a lesbian, so it wouldn’t have worked out either way.” 

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Good for you. Men are headaches.”

“Yeah, good for me.” Charlie awkwardly shuffled out of her cell as Sonnet swung their keys around their long, agile fingers. 

“When was the last time you were in a car?” Sonnet asked, their tone as if they were addressing a pet.

“Shit, it’s been a while. Probably the night before I flew out to this hellhole.” 

“That’s so interesting,” Sonnet said, entirely disinterested. 

“Yeah, Noel was screamin’ my name for a good while in the back of that pickup.” 

“Ah, what else would I expect from him?” Sonnet stiffly laughed, their eyes dilating for a split second.

“I’m sorry if this is a rude question, but what happened to you?” Charlie asked, waving at Sonnet’s inhuman form. “Last time I saw you, your figure was… normal.”

“A lot happened,” Sonnet said, sucking air through their teeth. “I was on estrogen for a few years before I met you, so I had already gained some weight and curves beforehand. Noeul decided that he would fully pay for neovaginal surgery as some sick excuse for an engagement gift, even though I never mentioned wanting it, and that got me hooked. I could change my body to be whatever I wanted it to be.”

“Yeah, Sara mentioned the whole neo-vaginal surgery thing. Dick move, if you ask me. No pun intended.”

“She did?” Sonnet raised an eyebrow. “When?” 

Charlie stopped in her tracks, the sound of raindrops drowning out her thoughts. “Uh, I don’t remember. It’s been so long.”

“Don’t feel embarrassed. I know about your little excursion when you escaped.”

“You’re pulling my leg, Chea.”

“No, I think Sara did enough of that for me.” 

Charlie’s face flushed as Sonnet calmly laughed. “She was in an especially good mood the next day, and you know how rare that is. I connected the dots.”

“You’re an absolute freak,” Charlie said, slowly blinking. 

“I’ve worked hard to obtain that status.”

“Yeah, I can see that. What size are your implants?” 

“C-cup, but I can push them up to fit a double D for special occasions.”

“That’s outrageous,” Charlie whispered to herself. 

“I wish I could say that I’m happy with my body, but it’s all artificial. You’re all-natural. I’ve always wished I could have a baby.” 

“You had mine for his entire life.”

“But I didn’t get to experience pregnancy. My tits are all gel and no milk.” 

“I spent nine months violently ill and terrified for my life in the attic of a bar. I can’t recommend pregnancy in good faith to you, hon.”

“But was it not worth it? You got to witness him grow alongside you.”

Charlie cringed at their wording. “Maybe, if my child with a fatal condition hadn’t been ripped out of my hands an hour after he was born.”

“Do you regret it?”

Charlie paused again. “Huh?”

“Do you regret giving birth to Crow?”

“I don’t regret having him, but I regret the choices I made.” 

“Really? What do you mean?”

“If I had the chance to go back and prevent his conception, I would. It would save us both from a world of hurt. Once I found out I was pregnant, I chose to keep him. I thought it would be sticking it to the man to raise his son against his wishes—and I had always wanted to be a mother. I mean, Noeul and I had lengthy discussions about what we wanted our family to be.” 

“Hm.” A twinge of jealousy shot through Sonnet’s spine.

“In hindsight, I shouldn’t have done that. We weren’t in a position to responsibly care for a child. Adam barely made enough to keep us both fed, let alone support a baby. His birth was really traumatic, too. It didn’t help that it was a home birth with no medical assistance.” 

“I had no clue,” Sonnet whispered. They weren’t sure what they were feeling—“guilt” was a word they had been taught to forget.

“It’s almost funny. I bled for nearly a month on end, and then I never bled again. I don’t even know what happened.”

It took Sonnet a moment to register Charlie’s phrasing. “You can’t have any more children, then.” 

“Nope. Crow was it for me.”

“I had no clue,” Sonnet repeated, their voice breaking. 

“Adam was probably more excited about it all than I was. He went out of his way to buy all of these baby clothes and bottles and diapers and whatnot, and we never got to use them. It was a lot of money, all wasted. I wonder what he did with all of it.” 

A glimmer of humanity peeked through Sonnet’s hardened eyes as they unhitched the latch leading to the Palace’s ground floor. The familiar clean scent of the crystalline halls flooded Charlie’s senses, drawing teardrops to settle on her bottom lashes. 

“I’m sorry. You asked about Crow, and I went on an unrelated tangent. I don’t know why I told you all that. Really, you don’t deserve to know.”

“No, that was really eye-opening,” Sonnet whispered. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“Maybe it’ll make some progress on that third eye,” Charlie joked. “You still Buddhist?”

“I try,” Sonnet admitted. “It’s been difficult to balance being a Court member with any religion.” 

“No, I understand. It’s hard to believe in a higher power here. It’s like whichever God is out there turned a blind eye to this one little island.”

“We’ll have to be quiet,” Sonnet whispered, placing their shivering hand on the latch. They wanted to say a million things— a “thank you” for Charlie’s forced complacency in Noeul taking her only child, an apology for their own role supporting him, a friendly invitation to get tea together sometime. But they had to repress all of it. There was no room for kindness between the two anymore— only transactions for their own safety.

“I’ve done this a time or two.” Charlie winked. 

Sonnet deftly swung to the top of the ladder and slid their knees onto the sparkling floor before reaching their hand for Charlie to pull herself onto the surface. 

The Palace was just as she remembered it. God, it hurt to see it again. The arching windows and neon lights welcomed her back, if only for a moment. Sonnet silently waved her towards them. 

“Why are you crying?” they whispered, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. Charlie hadn’t realized she was. 

“I’m just scared,” she answered, her voice cracking, “of whatever is about to happen.”

“Don’t be scared. You’re going home soon,” Sonnet emptily promised. “You’re the bravest woman I’ve ever known, okay? You’ll be okay.”

“Yeah,” Charlie said. “One way or another, I’m going home soon. I’ll be okay.”

[coridallasmultipass]

I have an additional concept.

Alpha Dave doesn't know how to use a sword.

He just thought it would be ironic if he decapitated two clowns-in-chief with a fake-ass ninja sword he bought ironically. Y'know, since he's never needed to use a sword in his life, he's been busy directing movies. It's not like it would be particularly difficult to do something like that.