#i got excited :/

[buubonita]

budbonita. fellow horrortale connoisseur. opinions on the horrortale game that came out this jolly holly eve,,,,,,, me personally i am very calm and relaxed (eye twitch) 🙂

Hello, Tryglybud! Its good to see you again in my ask box :3c okay lets het to the point shall we?

THERE IS SPOILERS ON THIS, so have that on mind before READING!!!

WARNING FOR child death mention, decapitation mention.

That said (rubs my little fly hands)

If there's one thing I really liked about Horrortale is that SAS takes elements from the original game and re-routes them to fit the story. The charm of Horrortale is that it's precisely an alternate timeline that you can believe will happen without problems. A neutral route that turns into the living hell of monsters.

Anyway, now to point out the little things I liked.

The dark twist of Sans' Iceezs puzzle! In the original the joke is that you can't find any of the words that are written (the fucking puzzle is not doing the puzzle if you want to pass it. It's literally doing nothing lol) but here you literally HAVE to find the words to advance. I found it funny because if you've played UT your first instinctive action is to do nothing! It's like that Papyrus puzzle and the colored tiles that you don't expect to be relevant and then it turns out that it was! Just cute, thanks SAS.

The music! the overall atmosphere is super eerie and ominous, the opening song for waterfall is simple and sounds like still water. It gives you the feeling that you're in dead ground. Like the genocidal route in waterfall and its theme, but again, SAS USES the game's foundations and directs them into their own story YYYYYY OUAGHAHA I LOVE IT! Do you think Aliza inhales the dust in the air while walking?

Goner Kid!'s dialogue is literally a reversal of what one of Gaster's followers says about living in a world where everything is exactly the same but you don't exist in it. In this case, SAS AGAIN redirects and gives new meaning to phrases and details from the game for Horrortale.

The underground would probably have been saved if Sans didn't exist, that is, if Sans had decided to die for all of them! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I'M REALLY SMILING LIKE A LUNATIC. I love, LOVE the importance SAS gives to the source material considering Horrortale is a timeline and not an AU! It adds another layer of depth and reinforces the plot a lot; you who played the game and knew the story and grew fond of these characters are now witnessing the suffering that YOU as a player caused in one of your games!

Onion san submerged in that pit of black water was scary, I really expected him to come out of there to kill me when I first saw him (and I wanted that to happen, for him to jump out and kill us why not? >:3). His exchange with Aliza is sweet and adorable considering how scary he managed to look at the beginning haha. Horrortale is still a sad story even though it has scary elements.

The painting on the wall of waterfall reminded me of that thing Alphys created to rip out Horror's magic eye, although the description says it seems to be from a creature. It's probably ambiguous on purpose.

Aliza's deaths are brutal. I died with River Person for the first time and I felt bad for Aliza, poor thing was stripped down to the bone! A gruesome death. The rabid Temmies! I loved that they were included, their dialogue is simple but works well and feels in character. She was decapitated, MY POOR GIRL! Devored, impaled, drowned, this girl wont stop going through the most horrorific DEATHS!

And that's another thing with Horrortale, they all feel in character just like their original versions! Sans is still a joker, only his psychosis has made him more violent, more sadistic and prone to darker humor (I'd eat Horrortale's little black humor animated shorts with fries). He also keeps the tendency to beat up children, his character is consistent and that's why he's my favorite.

There's such a thick and obvious parallel with Aliza and Horror when he says "how much do you think your life is worth?" I mean, if he's on her case maybe it's because he wasn't in her shoes for long (although Aliza doesn't wear shoes!)

And I'm not saying Killer or Dust aren't, they're also wonderful in their own way but they're maybe very different approaches, but they work (and I love them too, believe me).

My only complaint with this little game is that it's very short once you figure out all the puzzles! But I can't complain when we get more of the comic in JANUARY (my birthday month!!). I look forward to more story and seeing more characters soon. This was a little treat i will treasure with all my heart.

[sakuraalexis]

Inaugurating this acc with a dump of my first (sfw) AA1 drawings !

Have a "Paul Défès" drawn in the style of Belgian comic author Franquin,

A sleepy sketch of Dick,

And some narumitsu stickers I made for the local con !

Hope you enjoy theses ! probably gonna post some Tokyo Rev or Dunmeshi next !! 😎🌸

[okartichoke]

CAT NAMED TIRAMISÙ

[beeejayy]

If you’re still doing the Spotify thing, 51 and Stein. Man I hope it’s nothing weird 😂

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

[mmyashas]

me and @marigoldmagpies were doing a quick convo and we think the answers to the riddle are

a promise

truth

a secret

promise to keep the truth a secret.... coincidentally in a dungeon in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by water and the deeper you go the weirder it gets

[messrsrarchives]

i abandoned this wip a while ago and completely stopped writing it but 👉🏻👈🏻 i wanna share some of it bc i think it's pretty decent 👉🏻👈🏻

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Trauma is… complex, at the best of times. Harry knows this. He’s listened to Mind Healer after Mind Healer explain the intricacies of it - about how his trauma is not only woven into the creases of his brain and his daily life, but that his magical core is fraying as well. Slowly, yes, but it’s fraying. Ripping apart at the seams until he’s either wasting away, or no more magical than a muggle.

Harry can’t help but find this painfully ironic.

To be brought into a world that you knew nothing about, to spend your formative teenage years fighting for not only your life - the fight would’ve ended a lot sooner if that were the case - but for everybody. People who know your name and your story but not you. People who would weep if they heard about what happened in the Forbidden Forest, not because they care about him individually, but because for some reason, this 11 year old boy found in a cupboard is their pinnacle of hope.

To be brought to a school you’ve heard nothing about, to sit in an office with a man you trusted with your life, only to find out that he’s the reason you have it at all. That he’s the reason you’re here, standing in vast hallways or sitting in a crowded common room, keeping tabs on everyone that could potentially harm him rather than joining in on teenage antics.

To be brought up as a soldier that didn’t have a choice, to spend nine months carting around finding Horcruxes whilst the rest of the world holds their breath waiting for the finale. Spending months upon months finding pieces of a rotted soul, and not realising that for every part you find, your own is rotting. Pieces of yourself you can never get back and instead of receiving concern or help, you’re applauded.

To win. To win this egregious fight, to outdo every wizard that has tried before and be shown off on stage like some precious antique with indescribable worth, to look out at faces of people who admire you and all you want is for the cupboard door to open once more and wake you up.

All of this, and so much more, and his magical core is fraying? The very thing that brought him here - that led to every loss, every fight, every death - is folding in upon itself?

The Mind Healer called him ‘self-aware’ when he pointed out all the reasons his core is dying.

Yeah, Harry thinks, that’s the problem.

Because whilst Harry might be self-aware, he was never self-preservative.

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He’s overly aware of everything as he leans over to the bedside table to top up his glass with the bottle placed there: aware of the sound of amber liquid falling into crystal glass, aware of the weight of it in his hand and the way his wrist twists to bring it to his lips, aware of the slightly sticky feeling of it over his tongue, and far too aware of the burning down his throat, through to his stomach. A burn that never quite fades really.

The alcohol will stop burning after a couple of seconds, the shame won’t. The guilt won’t. Harry won’t stop burning up from the inside out.

As forms of dying go, burning isn’t high on the list. Actually, Harry would argue that it would be an awful way to go and he has the scars on his calves and the unforgettable scent of burning flesh embedded in his nose to support this.

Is burning the right word to use? He isn’t sure. He’s not sure of much right now, but burning feels wrong. Burning implies speed and ferocity, like one moment an object is fine, the next it’s burning, and the next it’s gone. Harry isn’t burning. He’s doing something slower, potentially more excruciating - he’s singeing - lighting superficially, slowly, quietly. The kind of flame that could be put out before it reaches its peak if someone cared to notice.

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Guilt, as he opens up the door to Teddy’s nursery and walks over to the crying form in the crib. Guilt, as he picks him up and cradles him as best he can, bouncing him slightly up and down and knowing that his arms weren’t built for this, that these arms aren’t the ones Teddy needs. He needs his parents. He needs capable, loving, consistent parents. Andromeda is a fine substitute, a mighty one even, but it takes a village and Harry's barely a resident of his.

“Shh, shhh, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Harry continues to mumble to Teddy as he paces slowly around the room, rubbing a hand up and down his back to try to quench the sobs. He doesn’t know exactly how long it takes, but eventually Teddy quiets down and is grasping at Harry’s hair.

“Do you wanna give that back? No? Okay.” Harry watches through slightly foggy eyes as Teddy’s short mass of light brown hair turns black and disorganised on his head, falling slightly into his eyes without Harry’s signature glasses there to prevent it.

Harry pushes the hair out of Teddy’s now smiling face, his eyes catching on the right side of his forehead. The clear, unmarked, right side of his forehead - just above his brow, edging towards his hairline.

Green eyes staring back at him, a mess of black hair held back by his fingers, a nose slowly shifting shape - the technicalities of bone structure still too complex for a 1-year-old to accomplish.

It feels like looking into a mirror. Not your usual one, not a perfect reflection. Not one quite like the Mirror of Erised either, but somewhere in between - somewhere between desire and reality, where Harry is gazing at a copy of him that isn’t hindered by the jagged stretch of skin and all it contains. A copy of him, born at the end of a war, orphaned, too young to understand why Mummy and Daddy aren’t coming back.

Too young to understand why Harry is crying right now.

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[joshhutchersonseggsalad]

IGHT IDCCC what anyy of u looozers think. clapton davis is comin over my house to smoke (somehow secretly but i trust clapton wont be too obvious around my parents lmao) and im gunna listen to alll his lil rants about friend drama and new music he found and new skate tricks he been wanting to try since he saw them in tony hawk underground while he sits/lays in 23 different positions around my room and then watch him slowly lose his energy till he finally asks if he can walk to a gas station so we can get slushies and corndogs and thennn go back to my house to cuddle to a movie till we fall asleep in the silliest of positions in each others arms. amen.

[simplepotatofarmer]

two thousand hits canis corpus party!

[opalite-illusions]

I think i fucked up my camera bc there are two dark circles and I can’t wipe it off 😢

[phneltwrites]

Tell me about your wips!

💜 wow permission to talk about my writing without feeling like im bothering everyone. ok don't mind if i do!! well. haha im working on 4 things right now because anything that doesn't have its own doc doesn't count right?

wilmon AU wherein Rosh Ayub and Simon decide that for their final year they will burn down the Gävlebocken which i gotta get done before the end of December. the only thing to know about this fic is what Jessie summarised when I was brainstorming

2. wlw wilmon AU where Wille is still Crown Princess and dating Simon and Simon agrees to start showing up as an official royal WAG and something something the crushing weight of being raised to exist primarily as an ornament and not a person.

It also features the extremely funny to me lesbian moment of Simon kissing Wille at movie night and Wille blinking her big eyes at her and saying 'but no one is watching us?' and sending Simon into a meltdown.

anw a snippet:

Wille in a dress is a totally different person than Wille not in a dress. Not in a dress, Wille keeps her hair in a ponytail and sprawls. Wille single-handedly ended the Forest Ridge tradition of dressing for Saturday dinner by showing up in a Hawaiian shirt and turning them into ‘theme nights.’ She lounges around in Simon’s oversized hoodies and bike shorts, which is a move Simon is convinced is on purpose to drive Simon to distraction so Simon won’t ever be able to get her hoodies back. Simon has tried, several times, to point out that Wille has her own clothes, before she inevitably goes cross-eyed staring at the bit of Wille’s thigh that peeks out beneath the hem of the bike shorts, straining against the compression of the fabric. And it’s true that Wille does have her own clothes, but all of them are fitted, often custom tailored. Even her athletic clothes are slim, Alo zip up jackets, with no hood and Nike sports bras with a million straps. The fabrics are soft, but they aren’t cosy. If Simon tries to press her on maybe buying her own shitty sweatshirts, Wille will stand up and when she does the bottom of Simon’s sweater hits a mere couple of centimetres above the end of the bike shorts, like a suggestion of where Simon should start sliding her hands up, and the argument is lost. Fuck it, Simon can buy a new-to-her second-hand hoodie.  Wille in a dress is a totally different creature. She walks slowly, small, even steps. She crosses her ankles when she sits and puts her hands in her lap. She never scrunches her face, lest she crack her foundation or blur her lipstick. 

3. I'm working on a fic that I'm already posting called land between our bodies which is canon divergence exes fake dating set during their year 2. Currently having a big struggle with it so hopefully it stops biting me back soon.

Rosh tips her head back. “Is this thing you do, where you have to win?” Simon sits up. “What?” “If someone pisses you off then you have to beat them. You won’t let it go. Is this that? Because it’s okay to look at everything and say that it sucks.”

4. and when I need a lil break I poke at this Song Exploder transcript thing that is the most Borges level metatextual thing I could ever write, which is a transcript of a podcast for a song that doesn't exist set in a fic universe I created

I say I started writing this when I was sixteen, but I think that encourages us to think about life chunked out. Saying things like ‘that was a bad year’ or ‘that was a big year’ but that’s not how humans live life. Things are hard, events are hard, but life isn’t a mush like that. I fell in love when I was sixteen. Loving Wille is easy. It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done. We met and it was immediate. The time we spend together, being together, that’s a gift.

stuff I've got in the hopper but haven't started are: wilmon star trek au/Omelas AU, Simon astronaut hurt/comfort, uhh AU where Wilhelm has to live in Spain for a bit because of threats to his life (based on real life story) and there's like crime stuff and also it's a wilmon romance

[froggybrainz]

Update: I might have already started working on a prompt, so I guess you'll just have to shoot me for committing such a crime in the art community

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

Rewatching Glass Onion again and just noticed a bit of foreshadowing that I missed before:

“You will also be competing to solve the mystery of my murder”

Could mean “the mystery of who murdered me,” but ALSO “the mystery of the murder I committed”

[vorgothic]

Is that his hair I see???

[xivthdoctor]

unholy screeching

[srtruth]

Do you like any other anime apart from bleach and what got you into it to begin with?

Also hiya

Helloooo, regarding your first question, I am a big fan of One Piece, I was up to date but sadly this year I lost my streak in the manga due to the difficulties I had at university, in fact if it weren't for Mayuri it would be my main fandom.

I am also a big fan of Dragon Ball, I stayed in the Moro saga for the same reason, university.other animes that I like are Golden Kamuy, Dungeon Meshi, Lupan III and last but not least is Full Metal, I watch this anime once a year.

I don't have a personal top of animes but I should.

And as for your second question, the answer will not surprise you. I started watching bleach because Mayuri caught my attention. I knew Bleach before because of Ichigo's fights that I saw on tiktok and the algorithm one day he showed me a compilation of designs that Mayuri has had and I said, I have to meet this character.

I don't regret it at all, Bleach stole my heart and became one of my favorite animes, I love its universe and its characters, and I hope to continue being a nerd with this anime/manga.

Thank you very much for your question, I like your art and I'm surprised that you follow me, I hope we can talk one day.

[frownyalfred]

Chapters: 2/8 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Lex Luthor, Leslie Thompkins Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Pack Feels, Lex Luthor Being an Asshole, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Mpreg, Omega Bruce Wayne, Alpha Clark Kent, Omega Jason Todd, Omega Lex Luthor, Beta Alfred Pennyworth, Referenced past suppressant abuse, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Presentation heat, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Alpha Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Pheromone abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Kryptonian Biology (DCU), no beta we die like jason todd, and come back to terrorize bruce (our readers) Series: Part 3 of a room full of coral Summary:

Sequel to a coral room.

Bruce builds a pack, piece by piece.