#howw do i tag this

[braiindesease]

uuhrm

[serfuzzypushover]

look upon my girl kork <3 i wwanted her to look a lil butch but i dont think i succeeded in that bwwah canon kiyo is already pretty femme

anywway girls wwith facial hair >>>

[fazbearentceo]

I NEED THE DSMP WORLD FILE TO BE CONVERTED TO BEDROCK OR I WILL PERISH FUCJK IF YOU HAVE IT PLS DM ME

[bigmonsteras]

mentions of love in the JP MGS script because why not. the official translations are correct! I just found it interesting at the time 😅

NOTE: WOULD'VE NEEDED MORE EDITING to make sense lol

[ 愛 ] ai = General feelings of love:

"Do you think love can bloom even on a battlefield?"

愛する = to love. (note how mostly indirect) Snake: "I think at any time, any place..people can fall in love with each other." Big Mama: "I loved him." Code Talker: "Someone who loves you, or despises you." The Boss: "As long as we have 'loyalty to the end', there's no point in believing in anything…even in those we love." >compound for patriotism has it too - bit more meaning?

愛し = beloved. The Boss: "I raised you. I loved you." Strangelove: "(…) ended by her most beloved disciple…"

愛情 = affection. (lit. love + feels). Pliskin: "Don't think of it as just another box. Treat it with love" Otacon: "You can't wait to be loved, you have to go out and find it"

愛人 = a lover (+ extramarital relationship) Pliskin: "Rumor has it Vamp was the lover of Scott Dolph."

純愛 = pure love Bonus! Kojima used this for Snake/Ocelot & Grey Fox. Dictionary says that but I feel it's a much deeper concept of love excepting nothing in return. and a genre?

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[ 恋 ] koi = love, for a person (romantic)

EVA: "I only get off my bike when I fall in love…-" Paz: "Miller called it 'Love Deterrence.'"

[恋愛] = Romance (also as the genre) Meryl: "I'm done playing little love games." Jack & Rose dialogue.

[恋人] = a lover, SO Cécile: "I think (Strangelove) must've been talking about an old lover."

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[ 好き ] suki = "like" but can mean love :

Otacon : "Have you ever …loved someone?" Otacon : "I was wondering if even soldiers fall in love…"

EVA: "Do you love her?"

Johnny : "I've always loved you."

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+ others that didn't have any of the 3:

Otacon : "So, this is where we say goodbye to our loves as well…" 彼女達ともお別れだ Funny bc lit. translation would be: "here we say goodbye to girls"

Liquid: Falling for a man who doesn't even have a name. : 惚れる Ocelot: She's in love with the legend. : 惚れ込む Kanji just for falling for x?

Paz: All that is clear is his infatuation with Big Boss. : 心酔する Lol the compound is heart + drunk

[howwnowbrowncoww]

finally playing the apollo justice game and man i wish i knew less about what was going to happen because seeing phoenix again in these circumstances would have been so cool as a surprise

[toyotacorrola]

The first official chapter of "Radio Static" is now out!!

Chapter Summary: "Ingo disappears. Emmet has always been a man of fact. There is a terrible truth that he can't deny, no matter how much he wants to."

Chapter Word Count: 2,076

Links: ff.net | neocities

Also available to read below the cut:

The twin Subway Bosses of Nimbasa had always been close, as far as they could remember. This was common knowledge, and natural enough, considering they were twins.

Sometimes, though, it was... strange. Something beyond simple closeness. Like something that ran deeper than logic could explain, like something beyond familiarity connected them.

Most, though, never got close enough to find this out, or simply tried not to think too hard about it. It was better to just dismiss it as a side effect of being together so often for so long than drive themselves mad trying to come up with a proper explanation.

It made itself difficult to ignore, though, when Ingo disappeared.

All around the platform, heads had turned at the sound of a clipboard clattering to the floor. Emmet had looked as though he hadn't even noticed, preoccupied by something else entirely. His eyes were wide, his brows furrowed tight, and all the blood had drained from his face. He almost looked ready to pass out.

The agent that had come to ask him about the schedule tried in vain to get back his attention as he glanced about frantically, as if searching for something; no one could have guessed what. He scrubbed a hand down his face, like he had a headache coming on.

When he finally acknowledged Cloud, it wasn't to answer any of their questions, but rather, to ask one of his own.

“...Something is wrong. I am Emmet. Where is Ingo?“

Before they could even think to answer him through their perplexion, Cameron had jogged up to the pair, looking frazzled.

”There you are, Boss! I've been looking everywhere for-“ she began, then stopped, and looked around the platform, her brown curls swaying as her head turned. ”He's not with you, either?“ she asked.

It wasn't long before they realized that Ingo was nowhere to be found. His belongings and his pokeballs all laid in the tunnels, discarded, with no sign of where their owner had gone.

Cloud later realized that, in all of the panic and confusion, they never found out just how it was that Emmet had known.

-

It had been a remarkably slow day, seemingly dragging itself on towards nothing in particular. He had very few challengers make it to his car, and those that did seemingly did so on a fluke, not giving him much, if any, challenge at all.

The only remotely interesting thing to happen that day was when he and Ingo had gone into the tunnels to check for something strange an agent had allegedly seen on one of the security cameras. Emmet had had to leave, though, to wait at the platform before they had found out what it had been. He suspected that the answer wouldn’t be very interesting, anyway; probably just a Pokemon that had gotten separated from its trainer, or somesuch.

Other than that, though, nothing seemed to be very much out of the ordinary. Emmet wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or not. He was bone tired from the monotony of the day, but “interesting” seldom went with “good,” at least in their business. 

He had, for once, wanted nothing more than to just end the day and go home. He and Ingo loved their jobs, so usually, neither of them much minded the long hours. That day, though, he couldn’t think about much other than having a nice, quiet evening home with his brother. 

As he waited at the platform for the train to arrive, he thought of a loose plan for what they would do that night. They could make dinner together, and maybe sit on the couch and watch a movie before retiring for the night. 

Just thinking about that made him aware of how his back ached. Ugh. He bent backwards, hands resting where his back curved, and heard several loud pops. As he straightened back up, he didn’t really feel much better. If Ingo were there, he’d have chastised him for it; he’d always hated that habit of his.

Emmet didn’t believe in bad days, so long as he had his brother with him. Every day is what you make of it, as Ingo would say. But today was really pushing it. He was hoping the last few hours, despite how tired he would still be, would make it so the day ended on a high note, at least.

Suddenly, Emmet froze, and felt the blood drain from his face.

Something was wrong. Something was missing. 

He blinked, and tried to focus, but nothing changed. The constant, warm presence in his mind that he was used to was just… gone. It had been there, just a moment ago, and all at once, it was gone.

All of his fatigue had frozen solid into dread in a single instant.

He hardly had a single coherent thought as his ears began to ring louder, and everything seemed to stop all at once. His heart, his breathing, everything around him, and...

And...

Where was Ingo?

He couldn't hear him, he couldn't feel him, he couldn't...

He tried to reach through, or to just feel that he was there; pulled away, for some reason, but there. Something must be wrong, but they would work through it. He’d yell at Ingo for it, he’d sound angry, even though he was really just scared. He’d apologize, and Ingo would apologize, too, and then tell him what was wrong so he could help. Surely.

But he tried and tried, all to no avail. There was nothing.

Nothing at all.

Not even a wall keeping him out.

He looked around, knowing he'd see nothing, as Ingo hadn’t been anywhere near him before, but not knowing what else to do. His heart thundered painfully in his chest, and he felt his breathing come back, stuttering and quick. That chilly dread had now turned into a fiery panic, scorching his mind and burning under his skin. 

Where was Ingo? Was he alright? What had happened?

Why couldn't he hear him?

Someone was calling for him, and had been for a while. His mind had filtered it with the rest of the noise around them, as his fear had stolen all of his awareness of his surroundings and turned it all into a blurred mass of stimuli he couldn’t process. 

As their voice came back into focus, emerging from the haze everything had set itself into, so did everything else. The layers of chatter all around them, the rumbling of the trains in the distance, the blazing lights overhead, the fabric rubbing against his skin. He felt himself begin to sweat, despite how cold the station tended to be.

It had been fine only moments ago, but it all seemed to slam into him like a bullet train as he tried and failed to listen to what the agent was saying to him. He brought a hand to his face to stave off the headache as it came back with a vengeance, feeling like a shot straight through his brain.

Focus, focus, you just need to find him. You’ll find him, and he’ll be okay, and this can all go away.

Try as he might have, though, panic threatened to overtake him with every breath. Everything seemed to pass in a jumbled blur of sound and color.

He was fairly sure he had asked the agent where Ingo was, but hadn't gotten an answer. Another agent had come, also looking for his brother, seeming both exasperated and worried. His own worry had only gotten worse, with that. 

All around the station, everything came to halt. A search began, yielding no results. The only thing they had managed to find had been Ingo's belt, without any other sign of him anywhere, or where he might have gone. Emmet’s stomach had felt as though it was filled with cement, when the news made its way to him.

Everything was completely off-track, in every sense. A great number of passengers were delayed, or had to find another way to travel entirely. Normally, Emmet would be appalled at this, would focus all of his energy on solving the problem and ensuring it never happened again. But it was the least of his worries at the time. 

He sat with his head in his hands, the odd silence of the barren station around him somehow worse than all of the noise from before. He felt awful not doing anything, but there wasn’t much more that could be done, not by him at least. His agents had insisted he take a break, saying he didn’t look well. He’d never been more grateful for them and how hard they all worked than he was that day, but it still frustrated him.

He knew, though, that he couldn’t be much help in the state he was in. He did his best to calm down, but his stress and his worry kept mounting up, paralyzing him, making him feel sicker and sicker.

With every minute more that they couldn't find him, the grim reality came into sharper and sharper focus.

Ingo had vanished.

Generally, Emmet was able to keep an even head in stressful situations. It was what made him and Ingo such a great team. Ingo would identify the problem, what needed to be fixed, what they had to get done, and would make sure they didn’t get off track. Emmet would think about the facts, about what he could do, and find a way to solve the problem, step by step. 

He feared, though, that this was a problem that he couldn't solve. His eyes burned, and nausea swirled in his gut and made itself at home.

But, for the sake of routine, he would follow his usual tracks. Maybe, at the least, it would help him calm down, and think about the situation more objectively.

What were the facts?

First and foremost, Ingo was gone. Vanished into thin air.

Secondly, there wasn't the slightest hint of where he could have gone. No blood, no damage to the area, nothing helpful on the security cameras. Nothing.

Thirdly, whatever had happened, it had been instantaneous. One moment, Ingo had been there, doing his job, and lingering in the back of Emmet's mind like always. The next, he had simply been gone, as though he had never been there in the first place.

The thought made his nausea sharply worsen, and he really thought for a moment that he’d be sick all over the floor.

While they searched, Emmet felt that it was of no use. They thought that if they kept looking, they’d find something. But he already knew that wasn’t going to happen.

And he did appreciate it. He appreciated that so many people cared about his brother. He appreciated that they all wanted him to come home safe. He appreciated all of their help. He really did.

But they didn't have all of the facts. They didn't know what he knew.

While Ingo and Emmet may have looked nearly identical on the outside, they were very different on the inside.

Ingo was always idealistic. He always saw the good in people, and the light in even the darkest of situations. He believed that, even if it turns out to be wrong, hoping for the best scenario can help you get through even the darkest of times.

Emmet believed in the truth, in fact. He believed that, while every alternative was worth exploring, the most likely outcome usually wasn't the one you wanted. No matter how much he didn't want it to be true, it was better to think of the worst outcome as the one you would get.

After all, disappointment hurts less when you're expecting it.

Ingo was gone. Emmet was certain that he was not coming back.

He didn't want it to be true. He wanted so badly to hope with everyone else, to be able to search and believe that he'd find anything.

But he had felt it. Ingo had gone in less than a second. There was no shock, no pain, no nothing.

He was at least comforted by the idea that it had been quick. Whoever or whatever had taken his brother from him was at least a bit merciful.

So, while everyone else prayed for Ingo's return, while they told Emmet not to give up hope and assured him that his brother would come home eventually, he knew the truth.

Ingo was dead.

[burningchapel]

HELLO you reblogged my art (thank you) and your username intrigued me. I read "fuck me father for i have sinned" we are the same. Agnostic ex christian with religious trauma 🤝 practicer of transgressive atheistic catholicism. You understand me. Just wanted to say that have a wonderful day brother

HEY thanks, your art is sick, love anything religious-alternative/interrogative. It's all about deconstruction and reconstruction of the prescribed faith and cultural religious narratives that dictated the development of the self concept and worldview at the end of the day amiright

Thanks for stopping by, and if you ever wanna chat religious imagery, personal or cultural theology, catholic art history and how it's been reappropriated etc I'm here with my head buried in books and pdfs

[hauntingblue]

I cant find the girl and gays and (man name) tik tok help

[crush-itis]

HALLOOOO GURRRLL !! HOWW ARE YOUU ?? I'M HEREEE TO REQUEST !! AND IT'S BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE ! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

SOOO i saw a lot of lilia x human!reader but not lilia x fae!reader(i saw a few of them) SO! Lilia and reader have been married ever since lilia was a general! they have been taking care of the boys together ever since the boys were little (Silver, malleus and sebak) Silver see reader as his mother and malleus kinda see reader the same way like silver (?), and sebak respect her just like lilia! Soo the story is the reader secretly visit the boys and snuck in the diasomnia like it's been years they haven't seen each other but still keep in contact by latters~! And when the boys find out about this, lilia was excited to see her only for reader to have all her attention to the boys(her children-) and babying them instead of him! and only got scolded by the reader(she's a bossy wife) for giving her children his homemade foods all this years(silver complain about it to reader) and his kinda sulking about it and being dramatic a little

Sorry for my bad English since it's not my first language and I also hopee my request isn't too much !! (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

ㆍ 𓎟𓎟 ⑅ ⠀FAMILY REUNION !

tags ⠀short, fluffy + few suggestive themes, fae!reader

w.c ⠀1031

a/n ⠀thank youu for the ask!! im so sorry if i didnt make the characters act accurately (idk how to write a happy family) but also im doing okayyy, thank you ^ - ^ 🤍

songs coming home, flaming hot cheetos, puppy love, melting

Browning love letters, stamped with outdated, faerie imperial insignias, they crumple, and collect dust from the top shelf they’re stacked in.

You traced a finger against a special love letter from Lilia, brushing your fingertips against the cursive letters, and the wacky doodled picture of you.

You had been resting in the drawing room on the left wing of your hearty mansion.

Your servant had prepared an ornate, gold tray filled with the love letters exchanged with your beloved.

You usually reread your favourites in your free time.

It was something to remember Lilia for.

Although the two of you were still married, and still very much in love, the distance between you two made it harder for you to cope in your stuffy, lonely, and cold manor.

You couldn’t even call it your home anymore ever since Lilia had left.

“Lilia” was what you truly considered your home.

Perhaps it was time to finally visit him for all these years.

With your engagement ring strapped snugly around your finger, you swooped into your carriage, dolled up, gown and all.

The carriage rattled off to your destination: Night Raven College.

It was one… odd school.

When you stepped inside, your heels clacking against the hardened gravel, you felt the eyes of young students pour on you.

It was an academy full of eccentric pupils…

They must be wondering who you were.

Silver had fallen asleep (again) on school grounds.

Specifically, the green fields just next to Diasomina.

His head rested on the hard, jagged planes of tree bark, and the fluffy, tallish grass he laid on served as a comforting blanket, and mattress.

A bit of sunlight feathered on his sleeping face, slumbering away under the shade with no care for his stacking homework.

He’ll get it done in a jiffy anyway.

With Silver still asleep, you spotted your once baby boy lying comfortably on a bed of grass.

Silver felt a tickle on his side.

His brows knitted close together, and in the middle of his dreams drew away.

He stirred awake, and found himself gasping at the appearance of his mother.

“Boo!” you chuckled, and booped his nose.

“Mother?” Silver let out a shaky breath.

“Shh! We have to surprise your father.” you hushed his mouth before gently grabbing his arm, standing him up.

You removed the leaves caught on his silver-chrome hair, grinning at the timid youngster.

You also couldn’t help but squish, and squeeze his cheeks, cooing at his now grown face.

“You look just like a flower!” You were still babying Silver in his big age.

Silver blushed, abashed by your antics.

He was definitely not expecting your sudden visit.



It felt like Mother’s Day.

Silver led you to the dormitory—the glum, dark shades a stark contrast between your bright, sunny smile.

It took a lot of convincing for you to finally get Silver to help you sneak into Diasomnia.

It was your first time here, and you were getting so much attention again.

You didn’t mind the sea of eyes on you, but you most definitely minded the retchy smell stuffing the halls.

You did not see a female in sight.

There were only male students walking about in sweaty uniforms.

They all caught an unpleasant aroma.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, reaching a gloved hand to cover your nose.

It was a great thing Lilia had taught Silver proper hygiene.

Still walking away, you began to hear the footsteps of a peculiar young man.

Silver also heard a loud, screechy voice along with it.

A snarky silhouette followed, and there goes the familiar, bright green hair.

“Sil-“ the loud, beaming voice suddenly lowered as his eyes turned to the lady next to Silver.

His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped wide open. “Lady Vanrouge!” He squeaked.

“Sebek,” you smiled softly at the boy. He was still the same after all those years.

He always stuck close with Silver, and your husband, Lilia. You remember him being one of Lilia’s pupils.

“How old are you now?” you chuckled, ruffling Sebek’s hair.

“I am sixteen now, and I have grown into a respectable gentleman!” He still had that loud, prideful voice.

You smiled at that, nodding. “That’s amazing!” you applauded him.

“But may I ask, what are you doing here, miss?” Sebek blinked, and Silver hummed in curiosity as well.

“Well, I missed you guys, silly! And of course his father too.” you reached to playfully pinch Silver’s nose, making him squeal.

“Ah, yes. I still remember your wedding.” Sebek nodded vigorously. He respected you just as much as he respected Lilia.

Sebek’s heart hammered away in his chest from happiness.

With the trio now off to surprise Lilia, they found Malleus along the way.

His nose was stuck between the pages of a non fiction.

“Your Highness,” you poked Malleus’ side. He shivered, his attention quickly steering away from his book.

He was still ticklish as ever.

“Y/N?” He blinked.

He was more confused than shocked.

It was adorable.

You pinched his nose.

With the whole group now, they finally arrived at Lilia's door.

Malleus knocked, waiting for a pair of scarlet red eyes to peek behind the door.

The door creaked open,

“Boo!” You twinkled your hands for a crazier effect.

Lilia was just as surprised as the boys were.

Even more when you decided to spend more time with the kids rather than him.

Lilia pawed at your waist, trying to grab your attention like a flimsy, irritating bat going through its breeding season.

The whole family hung around in Lilia’s dorm, skipping class as they watched a comedy.

It was the only time the students relented in attending classes.

The sun began to lower, and the stars began to shimmer, the kids had gone back to their dorms, leaving just the couple alone.

It felt like the two of you were back in your teen years.

Lilia nipped at your ear, whispering sweet nothings.

He bit his lip, yearning for you.

You felt the warmth radiating from his body, and you couldn’t help but giggle sheepishly.

With his hand now snaking for your hip, pulling you closer, Lilia reached to suckle on your throat.

[indiestsnake]

INDIE INDUE INDIE!!!!!! I JUST!! I JUST READ UR UH!! YOUR!!! DELTARUNE THING! KRIS X SUSIE!!!!!!!!!!! I okay I cant do all caps sorry lol. OKAY. I just read it bc I was scrolling krusie fics bc I was like hmmm...I want a fic abt these two, but ..like. a good one. Because, reading fanfics is NOT my thing. I either get bored halfway, or the writer makes the character not how I see them. BUT I HAFTA SAY. Ur fic was REALLY fucking good. I REALLY LIKED IT!!! And after reading it I was oohhh that was so good ahhg THEN I SAW OH LORD IT WAS WRITTEN BY INDIE SNAKE?!?!?!?!?? INDIE SPOTTED IN THE WILD!?????!?!??!! well, I was hella surprised that out of the 2 susie x kris fics that had met my impossibly high standards, one was written by my tumblr mutual themselves.

The fic was so so good. Reading the tags I was like Mm... might be weird..kris being possessed..hm...AND IT WAS WEIRD 👍👍 WEIRD GOOD!!!!! You write them so well!!! Holy fuck. U write them good!! I LOVED how you wrote the soul AHHG you wrote it so well!! The fic made me giggle a . Few times which wasn't good bc I have headache and sore throat and it really hurt, but avagsj it was good!! The way the soul acted felt just right, like, yeah, they are like that arent they loll. And I JUST LOVE KRIS SO SO MUCH AND I THINK YOU WROTE THEM REALLY WELL. They way they reacted to the soul was funny and very real. Although your writing isn't that descriptive in a sense, I still had a clear vision of the scene. It was good. I also like how you wrote susie, very susie-like. KRIS AND SUSIE'S RELATIONSHIP IS WEIRD AND YOU DID A GOOD JOB OF WRITING IT IT WAS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT.

Uuhm. I decided to leave this in ur tumblr askbox BECAUSE. I was using ao3 on guest mode, and. Yeah. Bc I'm to lazy to log in!! And im far far too scared to message u. But I wanted to let you know that I found ur fic!!!and I really really liked it!!!!! ( Erm..and I'll have you know I'll be personally waiting for thee, uh.. "fluffiest no-soul-present Krusie fic the world has ever seen" if you end up writing that :3 like seriously seriously I want to be the first person who knows if u do write it. obviously no pressure fr tho lol)

WHAT THE WOAH HEY WOAH MAMA WHAT WOW WAIT WOAH WHAT THE HEY WH

HELP CHURRO THIS IS SO NICE AND MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND THERE ARE SO MANY WORDS AND I DO NOT. KNOW HOWW TO EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE

wwweeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! I’m so glad you liked the fic this much oh my godhevvdhkd. I’ve never written anything for a fandom of this size before and honestly the reaction has been overwhelming!!! ly good! and I’m very very happy for that. ppl are so nice to me help

thank you thank you thank youuuuuu

[serfuzzypushover]

hey guys

[nursesharkinfirmary]

hihi ! um can u pls give advice on howw 2 start an npt blog

thats a really good question anon! im going to try and answer it to the best of my ability as i only started not too long ago myself:

1. Research into name meanings! baby name websites are your best friend, in a pinch things like noun names are also incredibly handy! and if all else fails adding things like -ette, -sse, -ie, etc. to the end of words can make some beautiful names!

2. Refrain from putting names of cultures you aren't a part of! this seems to be the general consensus among the community that using culturally significant names is a no go. Try researching names you'd love to share from your own culture! this is why i add the occasional slavic name into my npts

3. Get creative with your pronouns! things like sound names, variants of common pronouns and emojis are my personal go-to

4. Don't stress about adding a whole bunch to each category! i tend to struggle coming up with titles the most so typically they are fewer than my names and pronouns

5. Start out by making requests for yourself and posting them in the correct tags, but dont let posts with low notes discourage you! consistency is key and before you know it you'll have more requests than you know what to do with!

6. Make promo posts and interact with the community! i try to interact with the community as much as i can and this eventually leads to building friendships with people running similar blogs ^_^

I really hope this all helps at least somewhat anon, if you do end up making that blog then dont be afraid to tag me, id love to promo it and request something myself! 🫀🫀🫀

[howwnowbrowncoww]

i saw a post after watching Good Omens S2 about similarities between Crowley and Maggie (rather than Nina) and I just saw a rather funny one on my rewatch

In the first episode Maggie drops off this letter to Aziraphale, misspelling "Urgency" (forgive the picture quality lol)

and in episode 5 the demons toss a brick through the window, misspelling "Angel"

Not technically a direct link between Maggie and Crowley specifically (and it could just be a funny gag of course), but it does make me think of Maggie and demons in general in the same space, which was neat because during my first watch, I, like many other people, was sure that Maggie = Aziraphale and Nina = Crowley.

[andiv3r]

ok basically the dream was i was visint gmy grandparents and they ask me if i wanna go to poland that same day, okay suresies, and wwe head over there. we go to a water park, and also my dearest friend and tumblr mutual Spencer @/highoncatfood is there and tags along. we kinda go off by ourselves and fuck around in the waterpark together, but then my grandfather turns up mad as shit 4 whatever reason. he drags us off, rambling angry incoherent nonesense and we get to the car and he starts driving us Somewhere. at some point he stops and drops off spencer, and i just look at him like :( nooo dont leave me alone with thi sguy...... and he continues driving a tiny bit before stopping by this cliff edge thing. i look over and its this weirdly very orange pit, made up of a slurry of decomposed bodys. and my grandfather then Shoves Me In. the thing is like quicksand or osmething, and i try to climb up but it's not solid enough to get any traction. and then myyy fukn grandfather falls in along with spencer who pushed him in, and they get consumed by the slurry. i try digging away at the cliff wall trying to get spencer out but i couldnt find anything and ic ouldnt tell if it was doing anyhing, and then at some point i find my grandfathers skull Wow that guy decomposed fast so Yeah survival chances for my buddy arent pretty. i continue like desperately digging away at it mumbling howw its my fault and it shouldve been me etc. etc. And Then I Wake Up

WHAT THA FUCK. HUH. JEEESUS CHRISSTTT. THATS TERRIFYING

[77angelnumbers77]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ My Fic Masterpost

You Know All Too Well 1.8k, Complete, Rose Lalonde & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Sollux Captor & Rose Lalonde, Teen and Up

You are more the spot reserved in a gallery for a singular breathtaking painting to steal the spotlight and put everything else into stark contrast. Mother kept an empty seat at the table for the woman she decided that you would be from the age of six, back when your memories in this well-rendered format trace back to. Rose flirts with madness. Can be read with Everything Comes in Pieces or separately.

Tags: Dream Bubbles (Homestuck), POV Second Person, POV Rose Lalonde, Insanity, Mentions of Alcohol, Classpect Bullshit, Dissatisfaction, Shameless References to Printer Ink, Doomed timeline Rose - Freeform

Sea Legs 2.2k, Complete, Past Eridan Ampora/Vriska Serket, Eridan Ampora/Sollux Captor, Terezi Pyrope/Vriska Serket, Teen and Up

"I have a new kismesis," Eridan says conversationally. To someone else, it might've sounded casual. You? You know her enough to see that she is practically vibrating with the excitement of it.

Tags: Boats, I know nothing about boats but I do know something about ships, Sparring, Bickering, Caliginous Romance | Kismesis, Healthy?? Kismesissitude, Genderbent Eridan, Genderbent Sollux, Prompt Fill, Time Skip, Alternate Universe - No Sburb/Sgrub Sessions, POV Second Person, POV Vriska Serket, POV Eridan Ampora

Twice as Petty 1.1k, Complete, Eridan Ampora/Sollux Captor, Teen and Up

Sollux: why are you puttiing oiil iin iit Sollux: ii2n't iit two oiily Sollux: ii2n't that ju2t what you 2aiid Eridan: i havve no idea howw youre this glubbin stupid Eridan: honestly sol Eridan: its not oily so much as fuckin dry Eridan: im givvin your poor hair its oils back Eridan: your ablutions are too close together for your hair type and your 2-in-1 leavves your hair dangerously dehydrated

Tags: Silliness and Mayhem, Genderbend, fem!Sollux, fem!Eridan - Freeform, Hair, Pesterlog(s) (Homestuck)

Everything Comes In Pieces 28.5k, WIP, Eridan Ampora/Sollux Captor, Explicit

It's almost funny how much it hurts to live after the doom you spent your whole life waiting for has come to pass. Chronicles of Sollux's life after death.

Tags: Sollux Captor & Rose Lalonde, Revenge, Violence, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Dream Bubbles, Alternate Universe, Doomed timeline Rose - Freeform, Let Rose be the mess she is, Accidental Quadrant Vacillation, non-sexual choking, Suicide, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Panic Attacks, Toxic Relationships, Past Character Death, Rose's Adventures in Psychoanalysis, Wet Dream, Dubious Consent, It will get healthier/happier I promise, POV Second Person, Bulges and Nooks (Homestuck), Sollux Captor Has Dual Bulges, Fluff, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Friends

It Doesn't Come Free 1.2k, Complete, Terezi Pyrope/Vriska Serket, Teen and Up

It’s familiar. The swoop of adrenaline in your digestion sac before a kill, or when you’re in danger. And every time you’re in danger, it seems, she’s beside you. Your voice of reason, your foil, the reason you push harder. The logos to your pathos. This is different. There is no danger, and the adrenaline is an underlying chemical hum, sharpening your senses and stippling your skin.

Tags: POV Vriska Serket, First Kiss, POV Second Person, Crushes, Bathing/Washing, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Bickering, Pre-Sburb/Sgrub, Before the Revenge Cycle, Terezi Pyrope Isn't Blind, Best Friends, Very Loosely Implied Murder, Vriska's A+ Compartmentalizing Skills, Fluff, Hair Brushing, Roleplay

The Barkbeast Days are Over 1.8k, Complete, Terezi Pyrope & Vriska Serket, Teen and Up

Somewhere inside her is her blood pusher, forcing teal sludge through unfurling veins and arteries, into every single clotted mass of cells, into the tips of her prongs and her strutnuggets and that big, smug thinkpan of hers. In that moment, you hate her with such clarity that it steals your breath. You can almost see it: Terezi from the inside out. The very makeup of her smallest parts. The convergence of blood and the culmination of all the sacrifice you have mustered up over the sweeps, a deeper pitch than you could ever muster for Eridan’s prissiness or Kanaya’s nagging or Tavros, bless his poor, pathetic heart. Then she sits up carefully, rights her glasses, and hoists herself up using her cane. "I know you,"

Tags: Mentions of other characters - Freeform, Suicidal Ideation, Character Study, Regret, blackrom crush, Codependency, No Romance, mild whump, Hurt No Comfort, mentions of violence and murder, excessive use of metaphor, Tension, FLARP references, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, POV Second Person

Don't Leave 2.1k, Completed, Terezi Pyrope/Vriska Serket, Explicit

She gave you your gifts – by folly of fate, she made you into the strongest version of yourself that can exist. The price is that you can’t exist without her.

Tags: background rose lalonde/kanaya maryam, Rose Lalonde (Mentioned), Dave Strider, (mentioned), Karkat Vantas (Mentioned), Gamzee Makara (mentioned), Post-Retcon Timeline (Homestuck), Meteorstuck, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Emetophobia, POV Terezi Pyrope, Character Study, POV Second Person, Cunnilingus, Light Bondage, Manipulation, Codependency, It's not as bad as all that I promise, Terezi is head over heels for Vriska, Dream Bubbles (Homestuck), And also normal dreams, Implied/Referenced Character Death, No Beta

Everything before these is old and should be considered discontinued!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers

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I don't know either what's the santization but there's someone here with a VC blog and they have said that the tv show is a sanitization. They gleefully wish for the show to go off air and in general is very weird about it, down to the casting choices. From Jacob to Sam to Eric to Assad. And the way they talk about some of the actors, it's very weird to me too. I have been arguing with them for a better part of the day and got blocked before I could ask them about what they meant about sanitization. So I spent the rest of the day sitting down and thinking if I am looking at it wrong and there indeed is sanitization here...which is why I was wanting a second opinion.

Thank you for your response.

i dont know who that is + based off ur description im sure they wouldnt wanna know me lol. but im sorry u spent a good bit of ur day fussing w them to no productive end? idk man i dont get them some of them r like ‘my lestan would never do this evil act’, complaining about the (rather tame) sex scenes or race/age changes but now its sanitized? howw. is it oochie wally or one mic.. idk. and theres adaptations of books & old animanga remakes that i dont like but i dont constantly go out of my way to find them and complain about them i barely dont talk about them.. like even when mdzs live action came out & flooded the tags 500x more than even the most obnoxious amc iwtv fan ever could i just looked for novel canon only stuff like at the end of the day no book is being took away just bc of a tv show adaptation😭😭