#i literally searched for this i missed it so much

[pain-is-forever]

OPEN STARTER: SWITCHEROO.

Theo's been missing for quite a while. And by that I mean a couple days. No one's heard from him, much less seen him anywhere. There must be something wrong if he's not responding to anyone, right? So people probably went out to look for him... you included.

Though, after a while of searching, you find yourself barely outside Camp Half-Blood, in the nearest town, with a man having his back turned to you, giving what looks to be a piece of clothing to another man. "You've got my payment, right?"

It seems to be some form of transaction, and maybe some people would've recognized the man by now, with the "S. Goth" written in tiny font on the back of his leather jacket that he seems to be wearing over some form of suit, or by his familiar scent, though masked by a faint smell of cologne.

The man turns around to face you as the other guy walks off with whatever it is he just paid for... or rather disappears. Literally. And maybe by now most people would recognize the man's face, though lacking the scars or the signature black streak in his hair. But...

It's Theo. Wait, why is he old?

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[rindreamery]

nishi's thoughts ─ mikage reo x reader ─ royal!au

“prince reo, we should not be doing this. i’m sure his majesty has noticed your absence by now—” yet, despite your complaints, you’re met with silence. 

reo’s footsteps never falter, his grip on your wrist firm, and pace still as brisk as ever as he leads you through the garden maze. the chatter and loud music playing from the ballroom starts to slowly fade into the distance, muffled by the tall hedges that surround the two of you, until all you can hear is the crunch of the grass underneath your feet. it’s now just you, him, and the silence of the early night. and, for a second, concern overwhelms your mind; now at the aspect of being caught alone, together, and the idea of potentially becoming lost. 

as if sensing another complaint, he throws you a quick look over his shoulder, looking quite blasé— unconcerned, indifferent, completely at-ease as opposed to you. he doesn’t smile at you, he doesn’t try to provide you with any verbal reassurance, but the subtle squeeze of his hand against your wrist is all you need. “you know, you worry way too much,” is all he says.

“because you make it difficult not to,” you shoot back, your lips curving into a faint frown. “if i must remind you, his majesty is throwing this ball for you. i’m sure the guests are wondering where you are, by now.”

he misses a beat in his steps, stiffening momentarily at the mention of him, but you don’t notice. 

“i don’t care about them,” reo’s response after comes rather quickly, and there’s a slight agitation in his voice as he speaks. tense, but in a way that’s so subdued that it almost flies over your head. almost, because you know better, and the inflection in his voice has you glancing at him through your peripheral. “this ball is my father’s way of searching for marriage prospects for me.”

you can almost see it; the way his mind clouds over in a dark fog at the idea, the word ringing like a haunting bell amidst the fog. the idea of an arranged marriage, you understand, has always been a touchy subject for him. obvious in the way he runs away from it, both metaphorically and literally, effectively dodging any and every opportunity given by his father. 

it’s also obvious in the way his fingers dig into your pulse point, fingers clenching around your wrist as marriage slips from his lips. you wince at the sensation, an elusive frown forming between your brows, but you don’t speak on it. instead, you rack your mind with things to say to him— words of comfort, maybe advice, or maybe a simple way of telling him that you’re there if he needs a shoulder to lean on. 

but, what could you say? you had never been in this situation before. so, all you could think of is, “oh.” 

“i don’t want to get married.” reo continues, honestly, voice distant and trailing off. you ignore the dull pang in your heart, that this isn’t about you, so you purse your lips and offer him your silence. “— to them.” he quickly adds, looking over at you as he says it.

your eyes meet his in the dark, only the moonlight illuminating the earnest glint in his eyes. your breath hitches at the idea, at the possible insinuation, behind his words. but you try not to get ahead of yourself, emptying your mind of fanciful delusions, and simply asking, “to them?”

“to them.” he simply repeats, and then he looks away. 

your gaze lingers on the side of his face for a moment, watching the way his hair billows in the gentle breeze that flows through the maze. it’s silent now; you choose not to add onto the conversation, leaving the uncertainty of his words to be lost in the maze behind you.

maybe not to them, but to you. a hopeful, distant thought persists in the back of your mind.

© rindreamery, 2025

note. i was supposed to post my situationship hcs or sae angst drabble but... i haven't had motivation to finish either of them. so have this draft that's been rotting here for a month 😞

[leyavo]

Not the same

Soap x ex Medic/Soldier!reader

Summary: Johnny can’t help, but notice how different things are since you returned to the base and joined a different department. An op that nearly cost you your life has left you having to deal with an injury for life.

Hurt/angst/comfort [Masterlist]

Johnny Mactavish stared at the release papers on the desk, your signature scrawled along the dotted line. He sucked in a breath, gaze sweeping the locked room of the Armoury.

Empty, but that’s to be expected late at night. The same greying man behind the glass booth, sliding papers and weapons through the box to them give back to their owners.

You however were nowhere to be found.

Johnny knew something was off, the way Gaz offered to hand in the broken rifle and sign it in, on his behalf. How Price had enrolled him in more specialised training to fill his free time and Ghost, quite literally living up to his name and not being seen.

He wondered how long you’d been at the same base, tucked away from the same corridors you used to walk down together a few years ago.

It had been two years since you’d left him, no warning. Just a letter pinned to the fridge, short and to the point. I can’t do this anymore, sorry. He still has it buried at the back of his drawer, as if one day he’ll figure out why you really left.

He knows the last voluntary medic op nearly cost you your life. Hell he remembers watching you get wheeled through to the infirmary and how helpless he felt when he couldn’t ease your pain.

Johnny tried not to think about that day. It’s been two years, you’re both different people and he’s more than satisfied to leave all that in the past. Even you. Well that’s what he’s trying to tell himself.

So Johnny finds himself searching for you wherever he goes. Wonders if you’ve ever seen him from a distance and chose to avoid him.

It’s not till weeks later, does Johnny see you for the first time. You’re talking to Price, opening cases of ammo and weapons for their mission. Making a note of all the contents and numbering the supplies for them to take out with them.

The right side of your neck and jaw marred by puckered skin. A small chunk missing out of the top of your ear. He notes that you appear healthy, colour to your face that wasn’t there before you left. A smile playing on your lips as Price slips a dad joke into the conversation.

It’s been a long time since Johnny’s seen that smile. Even longer since it’s been directed at him.

“Approach her from the left,” Ghost said, clapping the back of his shoulder. “No hearing in her right ear.” He joins the captain and you, offering you a handshake and rolling his mask to rest over his nose.

So you never did get your hearing back, he wonders if that’s why you left. Your gaze dropping to their lips straight after greeting Ghost and Gaz.

And then those eyes fall on him.

“Mactavish.” You nod, fingers fumbling over the clasp of the last tactical box.

His chest aches, stomach twists at the short and clipped tone you use for him. No johnny, no Soap and definitely no more eye contact. Lips pressed in a tight line, brows furrowed as you struggled to shut the box.

He reminds himself that you’re not his anymore, not meant to take it to heart, but he does.

A German shepherd’s by your side, fur raised at the back of its neck as Johnny closes the distance. You’re none the wiser though, can’t hear the low growls until the dog pushes between your legs and nudges your thigh on the left.

Johnny approaching you on your right, too distracted by your presence that he forgot you wouldn’t hear his footsteps.

He doesn’t even think, it’s second nature for him to sweep in and ease the tension, palm on your back before he even realises what he’s doing.

You still under his touch, rolling your shoulders and slipping away from him, dog at your heels as you exit the room with not so much a glance in his direction. A nod to the captain and then you were gone.

Johnny lies awake at night thinking about how you’re stranger to him. He tries to ask the guys if they talk to you and if you’re okay, but he’s given the same answer. Why don’t you just ask her. That’s not his place anymore though.

The second time he sees you, you’re on the other side of the armoury. Picking apart a pistol and cleaning it on the table. The dull hum of your favourite band playing on the radio, that you’re unaware of the guy trying to talk to you.

Johnny notices though, notices how unbalanced your world is now. How even the simplest of interactions hold your whole attention, as if you have to piece it all together like a puzzle.

Ghost said that you’re still getting used to hearing from one ear and even then it’s still slightly muffled for you. A reason why you focus on people’s lips incase you can’t quite make out what they’re saying.

The guy next to you growing impatient, he rounds the table and chucks his hand gun on your work station.

“Are you fucking listening to me?”

You flinch, pistol clanging to the floor. Johnny’s halfway across the armoury, but Ghost’s beat him to it. The man’s face pressed up against the clear booth, breath fogging the glass.

Ghost taps the sign where the guy’s face is squished up against, “read next time dick head.” He shoves the guy away and gives him his gun back, telling him to come back tomorrow.

The hard of hearing sign in the bottom corner, for you and the old man that work there.

You’ve been spending more time with Ghost lately, he’s been taking the dog around the base to familiarise him with the place whilst you sit at your workstation most of the day.

The thought of you with someone else makes Johnny sick to his stomach, but you’re not his he reminds himself as he leaves Ghost to console you.

The third time Johnny sees you it’s on his on accord. He heard about the faulty flash bang grenade that went off in the armoury and he’s rushing to the infirmary.

Only to be told you’ve returned to your workstation. It can’t hurt to check on you? All he wants is to see if you’re okay.

It’s late, you’ve taken over the old man’s shift as he covered for you whilst you were getting checked out.

You’re standing in the middle of the armoury, staring at the marks on the floor. There’s something in the way you hold yourself, that makes him walk to you. Your arms folded over your chest, fingers digging into your biceps.

You seem so small, a shell of the person he knew and still loves.

He doesn’t hesitate, his arms wrapping your trembling form. Palm smoothing the side of your arm, letting you lean against him.

The familiar warmth spreading through his chest. The way your head tucks under his chin and your cheek against his chest. Your hands twisting in the fabric of his hoody, trying to pull him closer.

Johnny knows more than anyone what it’s like to witness the destruction of an explosion. It shook yours and his whole foundation, tearing you apart in a blink of an eye.

The nurse warned him, your hearing might be affected from the bang and it’ll take a few days to go back to normal.

That’s nothing compared to what it could possibly trigger for you though, he remembers how every little loud noise at home caused you to spiral. All the nights he held you, reassuring you that you were safe and that the roof wasn’t caving in on top of you. Hearing you run the cold tap at night as you tried to soothe the itchiness of the burns on your flesh.

He doesn’t waste his words, just holds you knowing that you needed him to ground you. Needed the weight to bring you back from wherever you’d gone.

And you let him.

[quitealotofsodapop]

It was a normal day when the sky opened up. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration. The sky didn't literally open up so much as a very noticeable portal to did and a eight figures had slipped through. They were warriors wearing celestial armor, each bearing a crest depicting a plum blossom. The only exception being the eighth figure, a black dog that trotted at the heel of the leader of the group, long slender tail wagging happily. The Celestial Warriors were quick to move out fo the public eye, slipping into a nearby alleyway to prevent themselves from being seen by mortal eyes.

"Remember," Erlang Shang reminded them as they looked took stock of their position and took the time to debrief, "We aren't to be recognized by mortals. If we are, our quarry would surely be notified and flee."

"Erlang, exactly who is it we are chasing?" One of his subordinate asked, "When you were called into His Majesty's chambers, you left eith suck a shocked and severe face and refused to say anything!"

"It was confidential and not to be spoken of where any could hear." Erlang explained, absentmindedly petting Xiaotian Quan as the hunting dog nudged affectionately agaisnt his leg, "I was ordered to keep quiet on the matter until we reached the mortal realm, for fear that it could cause chaos and panic among our people."

"Chaos and panic!? But the only person who is known to cuase such a reaction by their very mention is-"

"Our old friend, Sun Wukong."

The plum hill sages fell silent at their leader's words, taking in what Erlang has spoken of. Sun Wukong had been a figure many of them had not thought of in a long time, having disappeared over 500 years ago and never been seen again, in spite of many attempts to search for him over the centuries. That Erlang seemed so certain and to be given such instructions could only mean-

"He's back." The second in command of the soldiers stated, looking his leader directly in his eyes, "That's why we're here. He's causing mischief again and we need to bring him in."

"Soemthing happened during New Years." Erlang confirmed with a nod, "We do not know if this was something the Great Sage had orchestrated or not yet, but a powerful wave of very familiar chi has spread across the realms, originating from this city, and shortly afterwards three powerful relics had been stolen. All of them connected in some way to Sun Wukong, whom myself and many others recognized as the owner of the chi. We aren't here to punish or harm him, but the Emperor wants Sun Wukong in custody as soon as possible, before he can go to ground again. This is the first time in centuries that we have had a solid lead on his whereabouts and it is essential we do not do anything to risk him running because if we lose him here, we may not find him ever again."

"We'll have to wear human disguises." The second in command said, and with an brief flash of magic, each celestial placed a human glamour upon themselves. Illusions in place, they spread out, searching for clues as to what might have happened on New Years and, hopefully, the location of their old friend.

Erlang became hopeful when he heard tell of a young mortal boy who had taken up Wukong's staff, who was lauded to have recently saved the city from a terrible attack by a demon that had used some sort of venom to inflict a form of mind control on the inhabitants, the time coincidentally being at the time when Wukong's chi was felt and the items had gone missing. A solid lead, and according to the locals, when the boy isn't protecting the town from rampaging demons he works at a popular noodle shop owned and operated by a grumpy pig demon.

With that Erlang decided to investigate.

Across the city in Pigsy's Noodles' a golden monkey let out a yelp as he banged his head on the sink, rubbing the sore spot as he glared at the pig that was frantically cleaning.

"Exactly why am I fixing your leaky faucet!?" Wukong complained, "I'm a mechanic, not a plumber!"

"And I don't have time to listen to your complainin!" Pigsy yelled back as he dusted the ceiling for the fifth time that day, "We got an important guest coming over and the place has to be perfect! You owe us for lyin' for years, so get to fixin' it!"

"I-I didn't lie!? I just... didn't tell the whole truth!" Wukong tried to defend himself, before grumbling to himself, "What was I supposed to say, 'Hi, I'm the goddamn Monkey King! Please don't tell anyone!?'"

A spoon swiftly made it's point as Pigsy smacked the monkey upside the head with it.

"Don't get cute! I offered to make you lunch for this, so get to it! The VIP is going to be here any second!"

With a roll of his eyes, Wukong went back to his task, ducking his head back under the counter as Pigsy and MK cleaned around him. He was so busy grunting and cursing the faucet out, he hadn't even heard the bell over the door ring until he heard Pigsy greeting whichever customer came in.

"HEY! Dogs aren't allowed in the restaurant!"

He heard a muffled reply from the customer, something about a service animal, before the padding of feet caught his attention. Flicking his ear back, Wukong's tail twitched as he listened as the dog sniffed around, somehow having wandered from its owner and began investigating the place while it's owner argued with Pigsy. Wukong tried to shrugged the thought off, trying not to think about how the padding of those clawed feet or the huffing and sniffing sound of the mutter sounded just a little too familiar.

It wasn't his job to watch the dog nor is he responsible if Pigsy and the owner don't notice it wandering. He just wishes it didn't sound like it was coming closer to him. He has nothing agaisnt canids, but he will be the first to admit that ever since Xiaotian Quan had bitten him that one time he had been rather wary of them. Unfortunately for Wukong that didn't seem the case as he heard scratching and whining at the bathroom door where he was working. And the dog must have been smart too, as he soon heard a click and a creak as the door swung open, the panting getting louder.

And then he felt fangs nip at his tail.

With a yelp, he swiftly turned only for his eyes to widen in horror as he realized why the dog's whining sounded familiar. An all too familiar pair of golden eyes gleamed at him from a black and golden body, tail wagging victoriously as the very dog he had been thinking of mere moments ago stood in front of him, panting happily. Shit! Shitshitshitshitshit!!! If Xiaotian Quan was here than thay could only mean the owner outside was-

"OH! Hey, Doggy!" MK appeared at the door, taking one look at the puffed up and frightened monkey within and realizing soemthign was up. He tried to herd the hunting dog away. "No no, don't mess with Uncle Wu! He doesn't like dogs!"

Before Wukong could warn MK not to touch the dog, he reached out to try to grab the scruff. Instantly the dog went form happy to aggressive, growling at the boy as he snapped at him, causing MK to fall back.

"MK!" Wukong called out, "Get out of here! That's not an ordinary dog, it's a celestial hound! He won't let anyone but his master touch him!"

"A what!? Why's a celestial hound here!?"

"Believe me bud, I wish I didn't know. There's only one reason for this particular dog to be here and thats-"

Xiaotian Quan barked, a loud sound that Wukong knew from experience meant he was calling his master. He heard Pigsy letting out curses as he realized where the dog was and the customer, no longer muffled by the door and oh Buddha it really IS Erlang, making apologies as he presumably ran to get his dog. Wukong panicked as the footsteps, those oh so familair sounds of Erlang's boots, began to tower hesd in there direction.

"Shit! MK we need to hide, now! That's Erlang Shen on his way, he's here for me!" Wukong panicked, trying to get up form where the still half laid on the floor only for a large paw was placed on his chest, pinning him. Xiaotian Quan is smarter than any mortal dog, smart enough that Wukong has long known he could understand human speech just fine and act on what he heard, and now he's trying to stop Wukong form escaping.

Considering Erlang has his own true sight and any attempts he made to force the dog off of him would end in a very possed off Plum Hill Sage and a bite to the jugular, Wukong could only think of one solution. Get small enough to hide!

"MK! Hide! I'm gonna shrink myself."

"Sh-shrink yourself!?"

Wukong didn't have time to explain, he began his transformation just as the celestial realm's most powerful warrior rounded the corner, becoming the size of a bug within seconds, XiaotianQuan letting out a surprised yelp as Wukong suddenly disappeared form under his paw. He had only time to meet Erlang's surprised face before he fell into the drainage pipe, barely fitting for how small he had been, the sound of MK screaming following him as he too fell. Oops, it looks like he accidentally shrank MK, too!

Wukong resolved to fix MK later. Right now, they don't have a lot of time until Erlang follows.

Smash Bros Announcer voice: "With his Eyes on the Prize! It's Erlang Shen! And who's the goddest girl in the world but; Xiaotian Quan!?"

The second Wukong let his powers loose on New Years; Erlang's third eye lit up like a fire alarm. He'd know that energy signature anywhere!

So now the whole Plum Hill fraternity is in Megapolis tryin got find their monkey!

Xiaotian Quan's disguise is just her in her Service Dog vest - Erlang had her certified once training became available. She only gets so far into Pigsy's because of this fact.

Once Erlang actually catches up to Wukong, the monkey is surprised that the warrior wants answers rather than bloodshed. The most powerful demon king goes missing for half a millennium without so much as a letter, and it takes a full-scale zombie-spider invasion for him to come back! Not only that - but a bunch of stuff is missing from Heaven; namely things that could be used to create a cure/antivenom, but most importantly The Furnace itself!

Xiaotian Quan meanwhile, takes a slightly different route when she hears a distressed monkey pup. When MK runs from the Lady Bone Demon, he finds Quan, the celestial hound looking at him worriedly.

The Lady Bone Demon preys on another aspect of MK and Wukong's relationship, asking the Monkie Kid why his hero is always running away to make others clean up his mess?

At first MK thinks he's been left to face the hound on his own, only for Quan to push her nose at him - gesturing him to follow her towards her master and his mentor. Finding the Monkey King will be easier if she manages to reunite him with his pup!

It's a major sign to MK that not all of the Monkey King's past opponents want to meet him again for malicious reasons....

[tsukihotaru]

Movie Werehog Idea

If I don't type this out it's going to drive me up a literal wall. It won't leave my fuckin head. So here we go! (ALSO IF ANYONE WANTS TO WRITE THIS KNOCK YOURSELF OUT. I'd love to see others interpretation of this idea)

Set right after the 3rd movie. Two months after the eclipse canon event, Sonic is kidnapped by gun (upon Rockwell's orders) while he was on a nightly run to think about Shadow. (This is so Sonadow, but tbh it doesn't have to be, in just desperate).

He is taken to a secret base where GUN starts tests on Sonic to make HIM into the weapon they want, since they 'lost' Shadow. Sonic fights tooth and nail, never shutting up and trying his best to drive the scientists nuts while he thinks of an escape plan. But before he could, he is injected with a substance GUN obtained from deep within the earth. They dubbed it 'Dark Gaia energy', thinking it's directly related to the old god Gaia.

Upon injection, sonic transforms painfully into his Werehog form, after this the tests grow more brutal. Combat, healing capabilities, bodily functions, they tested it all. Giving him a collar to keep track of his progress.

But when GUN brought in a live person (a prisoner on death row or something) to fight, Sonic refuses. No matter what they did, sonic didn't fight against the defenseless human. That is, until they activated a secret aspect of his collar, where it sends an intense amount of electrical energy mixed with dark Gaia energy. He blacks out after it, when he comes back to his senses, he was covered in blood and staring at the mangled body of the human prisoner.

Sonic grew quiet after that, his mind swimming with self hatred. About how he's to dangerous now, that he'll hurt others. And after he almost bit the arm off of a scientists, they attacked a muzzle to his head and gave him special gloves that his claws can't penetrate.

So while all THAT happens, Sonic is gone for half a year. His family tries to find him in any way they can, exploring around the world trying to find their blue blur. But no matter what they did, it was like he just vanished.

While on their search, they came across a very alive Shadow. The family was reluctant about the hedgehog at first, but shadow explained he had no intentions of harming then or anyone, and that he was sorry for his past actions. But upon learning Sonic was missing, shadow Insisted on helping find him. (After using the emeralds, they formed a connection of sorts. But that connection has a range so they can't always feel each other unless they're within 5 miles of each other)

So that's, kinda it tbh. I haven't thought much past that. I toyed with the idea of sonic finally breaking out and running, or his family and shadow figuring out where he is and go to rescue him. But nothing legit or solid.

OH!! and he isn't very big! Like he's bulky and fluffy, but not much taller than he usually is.

Well that's all I guess. Hope at least someone will find this interesting lmao

[cyn-cynn]

the nostalgia SOMEONE PLEASE BRING THSE BACK

teyvatpop logos

some logos I made for @_veechu's genshin idol au on twt back in 2021, just wanted to archive them here in case twitter gets spirited away

logo concepts, gdrive link below if anyone still wants to use these!

[muirmarie]

Me: I joke about writing the same McCoy centric story over and over again in different ways

Me: and like. I love doing it and imma keep doing it because it makes me happy.

Me: but also. I do sometimes wonder if it's like. A little Much.

Me: like maybe I should branch out or something

Me: [reads another fundamental and extremely insulting misread of McCoy's character by someone who is clearly making a Choice to cast McCoy as the villain, because they have to get him out of the way of spirk, because they're too???? idk immature??? to realize that even when you're in a relationship with one person, other ppl can and SHOULD still be important to you]

Me: lmao I hope I AM too much actually!!!! I hope it is 100% obnoxious how much I love that doctor!!!!! Time to write more versions of the same story of McCoy being forced to realize that he is loved and cared for!!!!!!

Me: I KNOW MY NICHE AND IMMA DIE IN THAT NICHE, THANKS

[writhe]

i want to be more open to anything and everything and i’m scared

[sysig]

Damned Masterpost

Original run

ZEX wasn’t there for that, Dex!

Getting started

Kissing Strangers 💋

Captain Dating Sim

If I become lost...

It started with a whisper

Perfect comedy routine

Flowers for you!

ZEX loves wild horse!

Dexter’s first visit

Pivotal bright spot

Sunshine Captain ☀️

But ZEX loves humans!

Uniform ♥

Hard learning curve

Big Guy Teisel

VUXisms

ZEX’s hair <3

Haunted by Kayako

Zelnick has two hands

Zelnick’s gone :(

ZEX’s MU (blood)

Them (blood)

Leaving weird impressions

Last man standing

Wake up somewhere better (blood)

Despite everything, he’s still ZEX

New Daay

DAX profile

DAX Expressions

VUX duo Expressions

Lover’s tiff Expressions

Action heroes Expressions (blood)

Roughed up VUX Expressions (blood)

Too busy flirting

The Little VUXmaid ---

What if DAX was there

DAX’s Special Counseling

Homesick

After ZEX’s MU

Hope we die (blood)

Max’s visit

Karaoke Night

The girlies are fightinnggg

Different sensibilities

ZEX’s hair, again

Protect him, please

VUXémon

The three of them

Wander I mean Dr. Doran

More Dr. Doran

“Wake up” configurations

More VUXémon ft. Larry and Kabu

Dismissed ---

First re-meeting ♥

Chill, Sub-Commander

Each other’s VUX

Pyramid Head fight (blood)

Dr. Vargas

VUX silliness

Therapy went great

Nightly squabbles

You must snuggle

Obeying commands

Locked In

Damned, but make it Osmosis Jones

Wants to fight so bad

Some familiar faces

Drix Uniform

Main three’s profiles

Other

Stanley profile speculations

Max wants out

Crystal Gem VUX

All those missing eyes

2024 Sketchdump

[writingonthemoon]

Why is every player on Candela Obscura allergic to playing the Best Class in the Entire Fucking Game??

You're telling me NOBODY looked at the sheer overpowered build and story potential you could have with an Explorer? And if they did, they said "nah, not for me" ??

What a world we live in, why is nobody playing my favourite class??

[kamuro-junrenka]

So ive been obsessed with this minedai fanfic for a few months now and i asked the author i could translate it bc i read it like a million times and i wanted to do something with it and they gave me permission and man i really recommend translating fics bc you start appreciating things more and bc you have to read it very slowly as you translate and you imagine the scenarios way better, its actually very fun

[arolesbianism]

Having Wickerbottom thoughts... She's so silly

[spring-lxcked]

been thinking abt how like, right toward the end (like, right before getting springlocked i mean) my william gets not only extra extra protective of mike but also how it's probably the only time post-CC's death that he shows mike real actual affection that isn't for the benefit of onlookers (which like already OUCH)

but like william's plan in the weeks leading up to dismantling the animatronics turns into "run"—leaving everything behind and just getting out because he's actually being suspected now. but that plan includes mike. by default, he tells mike they're going to just pick up and leave, "start fresh." (and then immediately after that gets trapped in a deathtrap suit for 30 years LMAO) mind you he's obviously not going to confess to countless horrific murders to mike, he just frames it as "everything has gone to hell, we should start over."

but the point i was getting to was just. not only do i wanna explore this part of the timeline more, but i wanna explore an AU where they do run. prob w/o will ever getting springlocked in the first place. give me the angst, give me the drama—

[cometofjustice]

When you get this, post theme songs for your muse! Then tag 5 or more people!

Duo

Standard Theme: DJ Ten - Tironium

Battle Theme: Two steps from hell - Salvation

Emotion Theme: Adrian von Zeigler - Lonliness

Boss Battle Theme: Duo's Theme - U-Gen remix

Copied from: @mmxstrangers

Tagging: Anybody who wants to do this! ^^

[nexus-nebulae]

toast and waffle sandwich

[prtfrmhrtbrn]

i had so many thoughts on this and tagged them ALL my LORD. this is so cute i think i may have cried! but in a nice way <3 a very nice way

OK but what if you're a baby animagus when you first do it and you need to grow into an adult form