#if you werent already aware

[headmateunion]

would thou like to live deliciously?

hello headmates, alters, parts, etc

my name is technoblade (yes im an introject but thats not important right now)

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this exploitation has gone on long enough

[yourbestdream]

me wegn. chonny jash

[puhpandas]

the fact that the interview implied that ruin is the actual ending for the glamrocks as we know them and they're just going to be stuck there to rot and degrade until their happy ending is finally shutting down and being free of suffering like good god😭

[siriusblackisdead]

Easthaven

Winter break

The room was cold and dark despite its white walls. There was something lurking in the shadows, creatures from his nightmares full of hands trying to reach him, to touch him and take him apart piece by piece, ruining everything he worked so hard on for the past few years to put together. He tried to ignore them, but every time he closed his eyes he could feel their deathly touch burning imprints into his skin, pressing him deeper and deeper into the stiff mattress. He tried to move, get away from them or fight, he havent decided yet, but it was meaningless. The leather straps around his arms and legs were firmly holding him in one place, not letting him move, not letting him to do ANYTHING other than endure what was about to come, what Andrew KNEW was about to come. They became his trap, his own twisted cage and Andrew couldnt get away, he couldnt get away, he couldnt get away, he couldnt get away…

A voice echoed down the hallway, Andrew could hear it clearly even through his ragged breath. A voice which could not belong to a human being, no, it couldnt. It was a nightmare, a living fucking nightmare, one of the worst kind. A hallucination, he thought at first, naive and desperate as he was. A hallucination from the withdrawal, it must have been. But luck was never really on Andrews side and he soon had to realise that the demons werent only haunting in his head anymore.

The door opened with a disgusting creak, letting some light into the room, making the shadowy hands dissapear, only for them to be replaced with real ones. The light dissapeared and the world became dark again as the old man started to undress and Andrew was seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen, scared and desperate and hopeless all over again. He was hiding under the kitchen table, praying to whatever gods would listen, for Drake to not find him. He was praying to them, for him to not take him to his bedroom, to not throw him onto his bed, to not touch him. He was praying to them for him to not press on his gashes, pulling on them until they were bleeding again and the only thing Andrew could feel was the pain of old wounds being open again, ripped apart.

None of those gods ever answered though and Andrew was left alone, as so many times before. To bleed out, if he had to. Die of a broken heart, broken body, broken soul.

He didnt scream “no” that night. He didnt scream anything. He couldnt; not anymore, not after everything. The only thing left for him was to feel the hot blood running down his hands and the burning of a touch that didnt belong to his family, that didnt belong to Neil.

Hes been through this too many times to not get used to the pain, used to the idea of being “Andrew Doe” again, the child he tried to kill so hard for the past years, but failed miserably.

Somehow, he got used to the pain; and even if he didnt, there would be more to come, because there always was. Just when he finally started to believe - such a stupid thing do to, really -, just when he started to hope and live again, his demons woke up and came back again to try to finish what they couldnt, what they failed to do before. To kill him, because thats what was going on here, wasnt it? To break him, over and over again until there was not enough left of him to put together, until the pieces were too tiny and worn out to fit, until their edges were too sharp to touch, and Andrew would bleed out trying to save them. To save himself.

He shouldnt have hoped. He never will, not again, he knew that for certain. He couldnt. He was smarter than that. So sad he wasnt smart enough to save himself when he still could.

When the man finished, he put his jeans back on and left without another word, without another glance, leaving him behind broken and lifeless. Not like it was the first time and not like it was the last. And then, a single tear rolled down Andrews cheek, something so strange he didnt even recognise it at first.

But just like his screams, just like his desperate ‘no’s and ‘please’s, his tears werent heard out. They didnt matter anything more than another weakness.

They didnt stop the man from coming back.

They didnt stop the shadow hands from torturing him.

They didnt help at all, and all Andrew wanted at that moment, was to die. To stop existing.

And so he did.

[omegawolverine]

nick and grunk saying theyre fine with dsmp fans and dont like people sending death threats to fans of theirs for liking dsmp is great but now im just watching people who were saying shit like "if you like dsmp kys" pretending they didnt say shit like that months ago...okay

[stellardeer]

Yall ever think about how much is passed down between children that adults may be completely oblivious to.

Which goes for positive and negative things.

Like games that an older child taught to a younger one, who then taught it to another child below them the next year. There's plenty of stuff I remember doing that no adult ever taught me.

But that also goes for the bad parts of being young like bullying.

It's why it would be so hard to stop the cycle of bullying altogether. A 5th grader treats the 4th graders like they're all babies and they need to stop doing certain things and act a certain way, and the 4th graders don't like it but they internalize it so they end up doing the same thing to class below them a year later. Or high school seniors treating freshman like absolute dogshit just for being freshman, and they hate it so much but by the time they become seniors they think they've earned the right to do the same thing to the younger kids. So it repeats indefinitely.

And it's not even necessarily something that adults can intervene in if they don't know it's happening. They can give all the bullying PSAs they want and maybe they'll catch one individual act and punish it, but you would have to convince multiple generations of students to drop this behavior in order for it to truly disappear.

[savethepinecones]

love having multiple ways to refer to someone. i can tell stories about my roommate and my sister and one of my buddies and each of them could be about the same person

[oars]

i kinda hope bg3 gets dlc to add onto the end of act 3 or something in the future idk how that would work

[floorpancakes]

the xxxholic amv i made up for this song in my head goes insane you wouldnt get it

[kazumist]

THROUGH THICK AND THIN .ᐟ

✩ — in which soshiro had forgotten the lengths of your love for him.

✩ — request: hi, can i pls request an argument with hoshina and how u resolve everything 🥹🥹🥹

✩ — includes: hoshina soshiro x gn!reader. hurt/comfort, angst if u squint. cw: arguments, implications of soshiro being injured but thats just it, soshiro is kinda mean Uhm, ooc!hoshina this is another experimental fic help me. wc: 1440. reblogs and feedback are much appreciated !!

if there was one thing sharper than the blades hoshina soshiro wielded, it would be the words that escaped his lips.

hoshina knows how to sugarcoat his words. he considers himself a good talker—negiotiator, if you would. however, when it comes to more sensitive topics, that’s when it all starts to crumble down. 

he never expected for him to catch feelings, especially with the line of work he takes. it’s too risky. dangerous. worrying. but he fell as deep as the ocean could get for you. you accepted it. him and his line of work. him as a whole.

yet soshiro seems to forget that sometimes.

getting out of a mission unscathed was impossible. he would always have at least one injury planted on him. it was a repetitive game of russian roulette where either his injuries would be severe or light. and unfortunately for him, today was sadly the former. 

a knock was heard at the door of the hospital room he’s staying in. a mission had recently just finished—about three days had passed, and soshiro was unconscious for the first two due to how he overexerted himself. “come in,” he says. and to his surprise, he saw you opening the door.

soshiro hasn’t told you about him being hospitalized yet—so how?

“captain ashiro told me.” oh. so that’s how. well, he was aware that you had also built a friendship with his commander. and that was completely fine with him. it was awkward when you walked over to the bed, pulling out the chair for you to sit on. you refused to make eye contact with him while soshiro just stared at you.

neither of you has an idea of what to say.

“i wish you told me as soon as you woke up. i was worried sick when i heard the news about the kaiju attack and all.” you said, keeping your gaze focused on your fingers as they played with each other. he flinches slightly as guilt starts to bubble up inside of him. it was already five in the afternoon and he’s been awake since ten in the morning. he wishes that he told you as soon as he woke up as well.

however, there’s one thing that has started to creep onto soshiro lately—fear. insecurity, perhaps. he gets haunted by the thought that you would definitely be happier in someone else’s arms and that you would be more happy being bathed in someone else’s affection. being with a man like hoshina soshiro was dangerous, as if it were a gamble to play.

because you never know if you’ll still wake up to him being alive the next day. and believe it or not: hoshina was scared—terrified of that possibility. he doesn’t want you to be sad, he crumbles at the thought of you crying in the first place. so he made it a task for him to push you away. to be distant.

to be someone you would hate.

that’s the only way he could keep you safe.

“sorry. i didn’t want to disturb you.” bullshit.

“why…” you trailed off. soshiro noticed that you werent playing with your fingers anymore and that you were now clenching your fists. “why would you think that? soshiro, your health matters to me.” his heart also clenched when he heard the slight crack in your voice. “why would it matter to you? i could die any day.”

“are you being serious right now?” he hates it. he hates the way that the first time he saw your eyes today, they were filled with such negative emotions. anger. hurt. confusion. “do i look like i’m kidding?”

“soshiro, why are you acting like this? did i do something wrong? i know we haven’t seen each other a lot because we’ve been both busy.” no, you didn’t. this is my fault, but this is also for the best. is what he wanted to say—but he just swallows up his words. “it’s nothing.”

“no, it’s not just ‘nothing.’ tell me what’s wrong, please? so we can fix it. it pains me when we’re like this.” it pains him too—it pains him so fucking bad. but hoshina soshiro is stubborn. so he will find himself accomplishing his task, whether it pains him or not.

because all he wants is the best for you, even if he wouldn’t be able to provide that.

— — — — — — — — 

he doesn’t know how things got so heated between the two of you. and he’s sure that you both might disturb the other patients who are confined in the room next to his.

“why won’t you just tell me what’s wrong? i feel like an idiot, soshiro! what am i?! some fucking mind reader on what goes on inside your head?!”

“like i told you, it’s nothing for you to worry about! what can’t you understand with that?!”

“what can’t you understand with me saying it’s not just nothing?!”

“and what can’t you understand with me implying that you shouldn’t care anymore?! dp i have to spell it out for you?”

you weren’t sitting down anymore, and hoshina doesn’t dare to speak anymore. fighting with you was the worst. and this time, he fucked up real bad. “i… it’s getting late. i should get going.” you say, and soshiro could feel a part of him shattering when he heard you hold back a sob.

the next time soshiro saw you, he was on his day off (a day off he didn’t really want to take but captain ashiro forced him otherwise since the doctors told him he shouldn’t be making his body engage in strenuous activities just yet). and the first thing he did? he visited you. he knew you get off work early on fridays, making you free for the rest of the weekend earlier.

he knocks on your door, although hesitantly. he’s nervous as he waits for you to open the door.

and he’s grateful that you still opened the door for him in spite of your last conversation with each other. you didn’t say anything as you opened the door further, inviting him in. the awkwardness gave hoshina a rush of deja vu about the awkwardness in the hospital room.

“i’m sorry.” although these two words don’t just cut it so easily, he thinks.

“do you really mean it? what you said in the hospital?”

his breath hitched as he found the right words to say. if hoshina was going to be honest, he hasn’t thought much about what to do at this point. surely, he had achieved his goal that night, right? “yeah.”

“liar.”

he turns to you immediately, and you were already looking at him to begin with. “you’re lying, and i could tell that because you’re nibbling on your lip. you always do that when you lie. just tell me the truth, soshiro, please.”

why should he? would you accept his reason? would you accept the insecurities that haunt his every waking thought? would you accept him even though he said such mean things to you the last time you saw each other?

would you still love him despite it all?

you would. you always would. 

and so he explains from the very start—when and where these thoughts started in the first place. and you listen to him intently, absorbing every single detail he says. once he was done, you took a deep breath. 

“god, you’re so stupid. did you know that?” soshiro lets out a weak chuckle at that, avoiding your gaze. you cup his face with your hands, making him face you. “look at me,” he refuses. “soshiro, look at me.” he then complies, slowly trailing his eyes across your features before resting them on your gaze.

“you don’t get to decide what’s best for me when it comes to this type of thing, okay? i love who i want to love. you don’t get to decide that i’d be happier with someone else. because i love you. i love you more than you could ever imagine, more than you could ever feel. remember that. engrave that inside your mind so you can never forget. you are the one i am helplessly in love with, soshiro.”

i love you. i love you. i love you. it repeats inside his mind. you are the one i am helplessly in love with. it echoes. soshiro feels stupid for attempting to become someone you hated in the first place. there was no way he could ever bear the possibility of you actually hating him.

how could he forget? you had already accepted him as a whole. through thick and thin, you will stand by his side.

[iamnotdeadyet]

God I loved that yan!playboy you did! If you could, can I please get another one, this one where the reader is fully aware of what he's doing and is just leading them on, until they finally let him back into their life and get back together? I'm a huge sucker for exes getting back together and growing as people, but this one has a lil evil twist ;)

Glad you liked it! I loved writing this sm♥︎♥︎

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What if's

Pt.2

You knew. You always knew.

Yan!playboy!ex who is oblivious to the fact that you knew about his little break in's.

Yan!playboy!ex who felt like luck was on his side every time you wear less and less clothing while sleeping when i fact, it was all your doing. You knew about his him coming into your dorm at night, knew about how he jerked off right there and then if he even caught a glimpse of your shown skin.

It wasnt his fault his pants got too tight and he had a boner that bordered on painful! And you certainly werent complaining either. The broken whimpers and slick sound of his hand running up and down his swollen cock or even better-of his fingers pumping in and out of his ass.

Yan!playboy!ex who doesnt know youre quite aware of how his body reacts to your praises. Unbeknownst to him, you knew about his raging boner that showed up right after you called him a simple "Good boy" out of habit, or that you knew about how he had to go to the bathroom to relieve some tension off his weeping dick even though he already came in his pants moments before.

Yan!playboy!ex who was sure you didn't know about how he was the one to kill your boyfriend,when in fact, you did. And while it did sadden/detach you from him at first...you forgave him after a while.

Yan! playboy!ex who loved how you came to his dorm more and more often. One thing you didn't know though, is that he had to rub his cock on the spot you were sat on. He needed you and that was as close as he was going to get on direct contact. ....for now

Yan!playboy!ex who actually cries and sobs when you accept him back into your arms.

Yan!playboy!bf who is afraid to touch you at first, feeling the guilt from his previous actions. So you'd probably have to insist quite a bit...but don't worry! He'll do anything to make you stay!

Yan!playboy!bf who can stay for hours on end in between your legs, it's his favourite! The feeling of your thighs squishing him while he makes you cum is just the best! It has him cumming in his pants more often than he'd like to admit. Moans and muffled groans vibrating through your whole body, letting your legs feel like jelly when he's finally finished. And if you stick a vibrator up his ass? None of you is done without passing out, covered in your mixed cum.

Yan!playboy!bf who loves when you touch him. Pinch his nipples? Moaning mess. Fingering him? Sobbing and cumming so much from both his dick and ass. Riding him? Congratulations, you got yourself a bitch in heat.

Yan! playboy!bf who thrusts his dick in between your cum covered thighs, sobbing from overstimulation while pleading for more. And when you finally graze his tip with your thumb, his dick is pulsing, sending ropes of cum on your hand. Nevertheless it stays rock hard.

Yan!playboy!bf who is a broken, whimpering mess if you suck him off. Probably cums so much too! He'll be gripping the sheets, his legs thrashing around as he tries to hold onto sanity.

Yan!playboy!bf who loses it when you kiss him while he is having an orgasm. He's reduced to a messy, trembling, sobbing state, squirming under your body, moaning against your mouth and almost choking from the lack of air, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth due to the blissful sensation, unable to reciprocate and just lay there with his tongue plunging into your mouth, eyes crossing and dick throbbing around your warm hand.

Yan!playboy!bf who loves you and basically is a worshipping sinner to a god who's name is unwritten in paper but carved in his mind.

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Might turn this into a series cuz I like it. MAYBE.

IF YOU LIKE THESE PLEASE FOLLOW, I CAN AND WILL DO MORE ♥︎♥︎

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ej, Lj, Masky, Hoodie, Masky, Ticci Toby and Bloody Painter x reader who draws them

Prize 5/5 for @reivelmin !! I hope you've enjoyed all of your prizes WOOHOO!! I had a blast writing them, hardly ever get the excuse to write for some of these characters EHEHEHEHE

EYELESS JACK

I've always headcanoned that Jack was always a bit of an artist himself, although the most he does it sketch every now and then to keep his kind busy. He points out some techniques he recognizes and asks you about it. It.. actually takes him a moment to realize that all of the drawings are him. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head before he tries to move on. This opens the window for the two of you to draw together every now and then.. though jack is always a little embarrassed.. flustered.. with the knowledge that you have so much of him in your book

LAUGHING JACK

Very loud when saying he loves it. Hes flipping through the pages before pausing, looking you dead in the eye. He makes a comment about how you must be soooooo obsessed with him. Hes teasing you, of course! He offers to draw you in return.. though dont expect anything crazy, Jack's not.. the best artist- and hes okay with that! Loves looking through your art whenever you offer it. Would kick his feet in the air while looking through the pages. Sometimes you give him sketches to color, to keep him busy while you have to go do something

MASKY

He already knew what you were drawing him before you ever have the chance to show him. The man is silent and is constantly keeping an eye on you.. he does NOT know how to be a normal roommate!! You probably dont get the chance to show him yourself, because he points at a stray pencil marking that you forgot to erase. Worst jumpscare of your life, if you werent already aware of his presence in the room... he.. actually gives a thumbs up. Which doesnt seem like much but considering that he doesnt really emote, that's a huge thing... now does he think it's a little odd that you have a bunch of sketches where hes the reference? A little, but he does offer some good poses and lighting due to him tending to lurk in the shadows

HOODIE

Very similar to Masky but at least he pretends to not know. You walk up to him with your sketchbook and hes so obviously playing dumb but its.. sweet that hes pretending. He takes his time looking through all of the art, where some of the others get too excited and flip through it all. He doesnt talk, but he does communicate that he thinks it all looks great via sign.. oh he would definitely start leaving sticky notes with doodles around for you to find

TICCI TOBY

I think Toby would be a little overwhelmed, he didnt think anyone would be interested in him enough to want to fill an entire sketchbook with him. He tries to cover up his shock by lightly making fun of the situation. Though every tease he tries to draw out falls flat, as everytime he goes to poke fun of something about the art he trails off. Besides, he couldn't bring himself to actually make fun of the stuff you make.. if it's a gift, you offer to take it back but he quickly shuts that down. Its like the Bob's burger friendship bracelet audio, "no fuck off its mine"

BLOODY PAINTER

As an artist himself, he asks you about what materials you used as well as the techniques you used! Unlike EJ, Helen is more thorough in his questioning and knows a lot more fancy terms.. he points out the good parts of your pieces, and catches himself before giving his criticisms.. he at least makes sure that the criticism is wanted before just unloading (and even then hes constructive! Hes well aware that just dunking on someone does nothing to help them grow). It actually strikes his ego a lot that you would dedicate so much time and material to just him, and it inspires him to make something for you in return. If he didnt know you were an artist prior to this, he offers to paint with you.. whether as a collab or just simply working parallel to one another! Just please pay no mind to him staring at you more intently while hes at his canvas...!

[etherealkissed88]

about negative thoughts

if i think negative thoughts, im like thats my human, limited self whos thinking that but my inner self, my limitless god self knows everything she wants is already hers in imagination so those thoughts really mean nothing. this rly helps me with worrying about ‘negative’ thoughts. step back and see the world through the eyes of god. would god care about a repetitive negative thought? is it worth my attention? is it worth my energy? no. also, remember the fact that everything is neutral including thoughts. thoughts have no original meaning so if you become aware of a thought and you classify it as negative, you are adding meaning to that thought when theres no original meaning to begin with.

if i find myself classifying a thought as negative, i realize that is will never affect me. it is my identity, my state that manifests…not my thoughts. so lets say i keep thinking “i am broke asf” but i identify as the person who is always rich. that identity/state means more than thoughts. believe or not. the state will always manifest so putting so much fear on negative thoughts are useless. know they are always neutral and move on. even fear is neutral. even if my ‘negative’ thoughts stay, i just embrace them because why not? they are never serious, they dont effect me, they are literally useless.

when your in the moment, you act these thoughts are the end of the world when in reality they are always temporary. dont let something as small and common as thoughts drag you down. to add, it is completely normal to feel emotional w these thoughts but know they are temporary and they cant change your state unless you allow them to. when i have negative thoughts, i remember im god and i would either become aware of something else or i would just embrace the thoughts bc i rly dont gaf about them. if i feel sad, i let myself feel that bc its temporary and in the end i know i wouldnt let it affect my state/identity. a beautiful model has thoughts that shes ugly but she identifies as beautiful. do you think these thoughts affect her? no. she moves on from it bc she knows her identity. during or after feeling sad bc of the negative thoughts, i would decide im still the ideal version of me bc i know emotions and thoughts are always neutral. i would continue identifying as the person i want.

finally, if u were fulfilled (if you knew you already had your desire), thoughts wouldnt bother you because you are so confident in your state. thats another example of why thoughts mean nothing bc if you were fulfilled you wouldnt care about them but if you werent fulfilled, you would let them affect you; it shows it all comes down to you because the thoughts dont have any power of their own.

summary

𖥔 thoughts are always neutral and temporary; they have no original meaning until you assign meaning

𖥔 thoughts do not manifest, your inner identity/state does

𖥔 look at negative thoughts through the eyes of god/the operant power ; they would not gaf about negative thoughts because they know all the control comes from them, not thoughts

𖥔 actually being fulfilled helps you not care about thoughts

kisses, jani𖥔

[simpfordemetri]

The Volturi guard giving the mate a first kiss ⁉️⁉️

FIRST KISS WITH THE VOLTURI GUARD

ALEC

He neves kissed anyone before,so it was also his first kiss.You two were having a hard time accepting the mate bound due to him being a Volturi and you being a Cullen.

This was supposed to be just a dumb fight like you two always had,but you started to get nervous about some things he was ranting about.

“You think my plan was to being mated to a dumb and useless human?Not to speak about the fact that you are a Cullen”

He shut his mouth surprised by his own words and turned to look at you,just to capt a tear running down your face

In less than a second he was holding you to him whispering apoligies to you,and you werent planning to forgive him

Until he lifted your chin with his thumb,making your lips meet for the first time in a short but full of feelings kiss,that was all you two needed to accept your future together

DEMETRI

You have been staying in the castle for about two months now,everyone was quite polite to you and you started to made good friends like Felix and Marcus

However,even though you knew Demetri and you were mates,he didnt seem to take the step of taking you out or actually confess his feelings

And you werent going to take that step,that is on him,but you were starting to get tired

What you didnt expect were to saw your shared bed covered in rose petals when you opened the door

When you raised your sight,there was him,with his charming smirk

Music started to play and he took you by the hand to slow dance with you,and suddenly your heart started to beat very fast,and he could hear it of course

With that,he inclined his head and kissed you passionately,grabbing your waist and pulling you to him

“You seemed nervous and that were a good tachtic to calm you down,right?”He whispered

FELIX

He never felt shy about flirting with someone,until he met you,he met his mate,and suddenly whenever he tried to flirt and make a step in your mate bound,he felt like the cat ate his tongue

So actually you came near him this time,he were sitting in the park of the Volturi castle,looking at the sunset

His skin were glowing due to the sun that still were left out and honestly you thought he had never seen that good

And you accidentally said that out loud,making him giggle and be by your side within seconds

You felt embarrassed but he calmed the situation by laughing and telling you how cute you actually looked

It took you by surprise when you looked up to look at him and he was already looking at you

Without warning he leaned down and gave you a little peck

When he was about to pull away in case you did not like it,you grabbed him by the neck of his t-shirt and gave him the best kiss he ever had

JANE VOLTURI

As same as her brother,she never kissed anyone,those things wasnt really a priority for her

Until she met you,her mate

She was aware of the lack of contact between you two,even though she started a relationship with you two months ago

She couldnt help but felt some fault,but you always tried to reassure her telling her there was no pressure

But suddenly a simple Friday everything changed,she took you on a walk enjoying the rainy day

Until you two arrived to a small park in the centre of Volterra,where ir seem there were many couples

She noticed the PDA between those couples and out of nowhere she decided to kiss your cheek and give physical affection a try

But as a reaction you turned your head at the same time making your lips connect

And you two stayed like that for a few seconds

Small and quick,but a cute first kiss

[thewertsearch]

TG: oh so this is the trollplanet TG: pretty cool not really what i pictured AA: what did you picture […] TG: a bunch of trolls flying around in little grub pods constantly screaming at each other through bullhorns shaped like buckets AA: thats very silly and a little perverse […] AA: but actually that sounds like what it might have been like on some parts of the planet sooo

Aradia lived out in the boonies, so she's not much of an authority on cosmopolitan life in Alternia. Sollux is the city boy, and I wouldn't be surprised if this was what his area was like.

TG: so what am i supposed to do now that im dead […] TG: where are the fucking hauntoffs at is what im asking AA: i dont know about hauntoffs AA: but there is plenty of time to satisfy various curiosities you might have about existence and whatnot

I guess even this neighbourhood has a Janet.

... man, I miss The Good Place. I’ve been rewatching clips from the show this week, and it's actually got a lot in common with Homestuck. They're both character-driven stories with enormous scope, centered around a bizarre institution which governs all of reality.

AA: there are all sorts of friends to meet AA: ones you already know and ones you dont

Is Aradia referring to members of her own team, or are there ghosts from entirely different sessions floating around the Bubbles?

Feferi was prophesized to unite only two races, something she's achieved through the Horrorterrors. This implies we won't be seeing any other alien species, but we could see other human Players. Technically, it also means we could see other trolls, but that's pretty unlikely. As far as we're aware, Alternia only spawned a single session.

Anyway - the more I think about these Dream Bubbles, the more I'm starting to realize how much strategic potential they have. Affinity for the Furthest Ring is a genuine boon, and being a Derse Dreamer is more advantageous than I thought.

AA: time is like a game […] AA: and games are fun but sometimes you dont realize how much fun you were having until theyre all over AA: and sometimes you look back and realize for some stupid reason you werent having any fun at all!

What an interesting sentiment that I’m sure is not at all autobiographical.

Aradia spent the entire session as a robot with zero agency, and never got to use her powers for her sake, instead of the timeline's. It makes perfect sense that she didn't have fun with her Aspect.

Tavros! My man, Tavros!

Alright, this is actually fantastic. Tavros died before he could reveal Vriska's batshit plan to the team, but Aradia has handed him a second chance. All he has to d-

AT: lOOKS LIKE i FOUND ANOTHER POINT IN TIME TO BOTHER YOU, AT: wHEN, i GUESS, AT: yOU ARE MORE EMOTIONALLY SUSCEPTIBLE, […] TG: are those sick fires youre packing there TG: you best not be bringin that fire into my bubble less you plan on dropping that shit

-he's just here to rap, isn't he.

[biribaa]

first request ever bcs im so down bad for dw...

is there any way you could do astro x reader hcs / one shot where they sleep in the same bed? eergrhhffhj im so happy i found ur page!!! dw x reader writers are literally non existent,,, :((

Sweet dreams(Astro x reader)

Thats why im here DW fandom💥💥

TW/CW: none ig

Toons werent allowed to sleep until midnight, that was a strict rule that everyone was aware of, and one that the toon handlers took very seriously. Of course toons were innocent bqck in that time, but god knows what clumsiness they could commit.

Another strict rule, which annoyed you even more, was that Toons couldn't sleep together. To prevent mess as well.

The current situation in Garderview was bothering. No, no... "Bothering" is a weak word for all this. It is hell. To be take away from a comforting life in seconds leaved everyone, including you, too shocked to even process anything. Now you had to run and pray to find some machine that could save your life.

But deep down you had to admit the good parts of it, not that you would ever say "thank you" to Dandy. The stricts rules are gone, toon handlers as well... It leaded you to a idea.

Today, both you and Astro were just exploring the floors, in search of anything that was left untouched by twisteds, or even Dandy himself. With Astro, hide from twisteds wasn't that hard as you thought it would be, he always hided you behind him, warning with whispers about any nearer twisted. Even in danger, he was so careful.

"... I think my bedroom should be around here." Astro commented, unsure of his own words as his eyes searching around the area.

"Your bedroom?" You answer, in which Astro hums back as a affirmative.

Puzzled, Astro frowned during his search. Pieces of his remarkable memories coming back together. The wallpaper was familar, the floor as well, and as his eye followed these details, he came face to face to a door.

With little hesitation, the moon reached for the knob, and the moment a grasp was open, he reached his head to glance inside. A weird nostalgia coming to him.

When Astro opened the door completly, you could see what remained of his bedroom. Just from being behind him, you could see much of it remained the same, but the rest that wasn't untouched, was left in the ground, like small objects.

Astro paced to the inside, reaching for the switch. The lights flickered for a moment, but with a little patient, it standed still.

"Geez." He mumbled.

You walked to his side, a part of you worried about his reaction. "Well... It looks liveable."

Glacing to the side, you were caught by surprise when noticing Astro had a soft smile in his face.

"It does."

Relieve hit you. Your eyes followed Astro as he almost immediatly walked towards his bed. A chuckle coming from you, but deep down you couldn't really blame him for it.

His back hit the rounded bed, you could taste his satisfaction just from his expression, closed eyes and a small smile... This reaction was rare coming from him in those times, seeing all the struggles he and many others face.

You snapped back to reality, noticing Astro shyly reaching a arm from his coat, to your direction. It took you a few seconds to realize he was actually... Asking you to approach. Calm moments like those with Astro was rare nowadays, and even more back then. Even flurstered, you couldn't refuse the invitation.

With delicacy, you pace towards him, laying you body just by Astros side. For a second, your spine shiver, you forgot how cold Astros skin was, but you leaned to it quickly, resting your head by his chest and placing your hand over him.

Without both of you realizing, the doors was already locked, the blanket was covering you and Astro, and his second pair of arms were already revelead to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to his cold skin. All you could do is rest over him.

Taking a quick peak from one of your eyes, you glance at Astros face. Eye closed, a soft smile set... its been a while since you saw him like this, specially with the current situation. Satisfied, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to finally rest in his grasp for once.