#it had to happen vro

[rasberryt0rte]

Girl Riddler fandom if theirs a populous hiiiiiii I didn't check tags b4 hand so this is talking to the void or not roulette 🔥

Gaslighting my friends by only showing them my drawing of the Riddler so they can't say I'm low effort cosplaying when it's October and i have to be him

(ik she has glasses but I struggled super hard drawing them) ((I'm using the it's 4am excuse)) (((fullproof))) ((((also I have to like fight off the Danganronpa art style everytime I try and draw like default anime idk y my brain auto goes to that)))) ((((r63 Riddler for 2025))))

[porter-pumpkim]

HOLY FUCK THAT ENDING

yeah I predicted none of that,

Many spoilers below

BRO OF EVERYONE WHO COULDVE DIED FRIKEN MEPAD!?

MEPAAAADDDDDD

also although I like the shimmerphone aus I do like the ending of. Just, everyone moves on with their lives, though I am wondering where mephone 4s and mephobe 3gs are gonna go now

FRIKEN COVS DEATH, TYRY POPCORBED HIM! THAT SHIT WAS BRUTAL

Also ghost knife, box being actually alive

Was suitcase like, made with leftover box code? Or was that just a realky weird glitch of hallucinating herself in boxes death?

THE FORESHADOWING FROM III I SWEAR!

Also ngl still wondering wtf is happening with springy-

also cool seeing 4s pop up again, that was a fun little thing

Ngl tho my biggest question is hiw are they gonna adapt to life after? I mean, they're used to immortality, cartoon logic, meohobe is used to just creating whatever he needs,

How are they gonna adapt to not having any of that?

[beanxiv]

what?? do u mean?? u were in the hospital?? are u good 😭

it's a long story but let's just say my guts and stomach felt like they were being torn out of my body and thought i was dying so i refreshed my shahada like six times but yeah that's the short version

[angelesca]

w.c. 3.4k💀so much words for this crap / sunday x truckdriver!gnreader (dafuqq is this dynamic), small stories, 99% of the penacony cast are impressed by you(they should be), robin is a cutie pie, sunday is a closeted robin fan, you and sunday squabble daily, sunday your wonweek is showing💗, wrote this in the tumblr drafts vro🔥part crack a/n: farted this out bc i got inspired by this otome isekai manhwa i was reading [truck knight taekbae] + aesthetics inspired by [who made me a princess]

darkness monopolised your vision ever since you got here; day time never graced you. the insulated walls do their job well—only the vibrations, the frayed edges of sound, can be heard. 

chains grip your wrists, the metal twisting into your skin, wringing it like cloth. ouch. what now? maybe if you fart consecutively, and hard enough, you can blow your way out?

"brother... why…?" vibrations again. 

"don’t… monitor… danger."

the iron door creaks. light shines a single ray though the gap, and like the sun, the radiance blinds you. you squint your eyes, tracing the outline of two silhouettes.

the taller one approaches, each stride covering an equal, set amount of distance without a lost beat. "i have one question," their tone dashes against the whetstone, pointing a sharpened blade at you. "who are you?"

their eyes did not welcome any light, no reflection of you in them, as if you were only a whisper of the air. you feel the cracks in your throat. "me? i’m just a truck driver."

you are having tea with sunday.

after the less-than-ideal introductions, the picture cleared: you, a truck driver, are isekai’d into penacony via truck inception(?).

"i apologise for my manners," sunday sips his cup. "when you... suspisciously appeared in my bathroom, unresponding, there was no room to be courteous."

"sorry about that," you play with the rim of your cup awkwardly. "i'm not sure what happened either." the honest truth.

sunday shakes his head. he's majestic. "so, you said that you were…" he taps his chin.

"a truck driver."

"a criminal?"

"... truck driver."

“an assassin?”

"..." you almost turned into one.

little did you know, your lone walk was accompanied by a slithering shadow. except... it was no shadow. it was a dazzling spotlight that had fans and reporters following her repslendent glow, as expected of penacony's halovian songstress: robin.

"you mentioned you were a truck driver," finally, someone knows what a truck driver is. "will you allow me to see it?"

yes, your truck teleported into the dreamscape too. how could you live without them? they sit by a pavement on penacony's streets, hoarding the stares of confused citizens.

you watch an infinite cosmos flare in robin's incandescent eyes. your truck is just that impressive. "wow...! it's so beautiful!"

"what a curious machine," a blue and blonde-haired pair are analysing. "a vehicle that inefficiently operates on wheels? rather old-fashioned."

"what in the ever-lovin' fudge? my great-great-great-great-great gramps had one of those!"

"a sight of blissful beauty blooms before my eyes. amazing!"

“where am i?” 

“acheron, it hasnt even been a minute yet and you’re confused.”

people's eager stomping tremble the earth and sky. it's just that impressive. in the distance, an extra pair of wary eyes observe you.

"i admit, i am still suspiscious of you," sunday crosses one leg over the other. "robin sang nothing but praises. however, i'm afraid i'll need you under my surveillance to prove your trustworthiness."

urk. possessive much? "why are there knives, swords, and rocket launchers on the table?" sunday cocks an eyebrow at you, expecting you to make a move. "... i'm really not an assassin, sunday." but you do know his entire life story, so you're actually his stalker.

suddenly. the room blurs. an annoying static repeats, plucking the sensory wires from your circuit. is he... is he using his thingamajig powers?

"you may not be one... for now." he looks out a large window. you follow his gaze. wait a minute. what are they doing to-

“MY TRUUUUCK!!!” your passion transcends boundaries, past the lower-case and forcing the caps lock. lunging, you rush outside the mansion. "HEy!"

"aaaaa!! run!"

"eeek!"

"nyaa~!" who the hell was that?

"what the..." you are stunned. how dare they vandalise your truck! "was this your order?" you turn to sunday, infuriated.

"what will you do now?" a corner of his lips lifts, provoking.

you clench your fist. no one messes with you, the best truck driver, and only truck driver, in penacony.

hypothetically, if you got hit by a truck and ended up here, could you, a truck driver, hit a penaconian and isekai them over to your world?

"hey, robin?"

"hm?" her smile is innocent, gazing at you with a prospering kindness deserving of its own halo.

you smack your head. a dozen times over. then a few more.

"hey, aventurine?"

"hi hi~"

you shake your head. wouldn't his luck interfere? if anything, you'd be the one to get run over again.

"hey, acheron?"

"who are you?"

doesn't even know who you are despite telling her a minute ago. if she ended up in your world, she'd be asking the same question anyway: "where am i?"

you pick your nose. she'd slice you in half. period.

"hey, rappa."

"dazzling ninja rappa at your service!"

"as am i, the dimension-trespassing truck driving ninja!"

unfortunately, ninja roleplay with rappa is too fun. every friday, you play dnd together and you can't miss it this week.

there's only one person left.

"hey sun-"

"don't."

you stare blankly. "i didn't say anything?"

sunday glares back. "if you are going to speak to me, do it in front of me, and not while starting the engine of your truck."

"tch... damn."

"could i use your truck as a stage prop for my next concert?"

"oh, what if it suddenly rains?"

"what if i accidentally trip?"

you notice a gap in robin's behaviour. "how come you're so nervous today?"

robin looks at you, mouth on the verge of speaking. she looks down at her shoes. "hmm..." she tilts her head, lips mumbling. she hesitates, unready to spill her heart.

there's one thing you do best. you suggest, "why don't we go for a ride in my truck?"

robin's hunched back quickly reshapens itself. it's been some time since you've had a passenger, but with the way robin swiftly adjusts herself in the seats, excited, you don't worry about the mess in the truck. you start the vehicle, ready to stroll penacony's streets.

you hand her a piece of unexpired candy from a compartment, and she accepts the gesture. it doesn't take long before robin settles herself afterwards. she sighs. "... it's my brother, he'll be attending a show for the first time. i'm a bit nervous."

"why would he not be supportive?" you question.

robin shakes her head. "it may be because my brother is a perfectionist. i can't help but believe that he'll be expecting a flawless performance."

halovian songstress robin, a nation-wide icon, for her, expectations continually rise without rest. but for now, she sits next to you as robin herself, without the embellishments and performing. a breath of fresh air.

words of reassurance may be able to tend her heart. "make as many mistakes as you want," you comfort, "you are robin yourself before you are a singer, a civilian, and a sister."

the candy in her palm is scrunched. her heart, opens. robin herself, smiles. not because she is expected to, not because she is told to, but because she wants to. "thank you."

on the eighth day, grant... sunday getting down on one knee for you. wasn't this a bit fast?

your mouth opens. "are you proposing right now?"

"what are you on about?" sunday looks up at you, eyebrows scrunched. in his hands, a riiiiiiiiiiing- no, he's just cleaning his shoes with a cloth. better luck next time.

robin suggested to use your truck like a cabbie. that way, you can still keep your pride as a truck driver, and provide ears for wary hearts:

a student struggling with academics.

someone who doesn't know which direction to take.

the ramblings of a doctor whose words are spoken with precision, slicing his words into the victim's flesh. but behind the gloves are trembling hands that only wishes to sew tight the rotting wounds of a poor gambler, if only he would let him.

a galaxy ranger who witnessed the brevity of lives in the isolated expanse of the universe, walked along the shore of nihility. she departs with you her true name so that when she returns, your heart can accompany her solitude once more.

a young girl who cannot tell if the blood on her hands are someone else's, or her own. every allude to life reminded her of a deathly fate. however, as your passenger, she is reminded that she can forge a life of her own, undecided by destiny. penance and redemption, then, in the end, she hopes to regain her humanity.

you've listened to them all. unlocked each of their hearts, always gave back the key if they ever wanted to return again. turns out, the people of penacony are not much different from those in your world.

robin would pass out if she saw this.

from what you remember, there were 88 doors in the oak family's residence (you're a dedicated fan). you've explored each one, door 86, 87, 88... 89?

a secluded door that can only be seen with eagle eyes. the mystery kindles sparks in your chest, flaming curious fires. you slowly open the door. 86, 87, 88, 89... robins? (one for every door?) they all stare at you within their enclosures, as either posters, figurines, or books cover. in the middle sat a familiar head of grey hair, lowered, back turned towards you.

"sunday?"

the head moves up. gradually, it creaks. never in your life, did you expect to see a robin-crazed hidden room, nor a red-faced sunday. oh robin, the brother you were so worried about, is actually your no.1 fan. sunday's halovian wings flap furiously, doing nothing to cool his face down. his expression seems annoyed to have been caught in the act. "... what?"

"is this your robin shrine?" this is it. this will be your revenge, and the beginning tastes sweet. "so, you're the real criminal out of the two of us."

one can imagine the fumes blowing out of his ears. his eyes glisten, on the verge of tears. oops, he's really embarrassed.

you turn your face away, allowing sunday as much privacy as possible within his very private room. or rather, you are avoiding his eyes to suppress laughter. "you're coming to robin's concert, right?"

"you coming?" you gesture towards your majestic truck. it's a beautiful night for a truck ride.

sunday, your victim, is reluctant, of course. he probably still believes that you are an assassin who will run him over. "i won't die, will i?"

you huff. "i'm just a truck driver. what's the worse i could do? kidnap you?" sunday stares at you, frightened. it does not take much for him to believe in your potential for evil. "it's a joke... i'm not a criminal. or an assassin."

"just for a few minutes," he resigns. score. you open the door for sunday, who eventually sits down. you start the engine.

"welcome." sunday is in your truck. what an achievement. heh. you place your foot on the pedal.

it is silent apart from the engine's buzzing. you hand sunday an unexpired bag of chips from the compartment. he receives it, inspecting the packaging. his eyes trail to the window, studying how the sunset paints penacony with autumn's palette, but beyond it, he is watching the dots of people. you watch the melancholic sunday.

"what's on your mind?" you ask.

"nothing significant."

"well, the whole point of my trucking service is to listen to passengers." you turn the wheel. honestly, you don't know where you're going, and neither does sunday. the moon guides you tonight, two lost souls. "say anything."

sunday fiddles with the bag of chips. "...maintaining the oak family status, work, the people," he finally speaks, "it balances on my shoulders."

you hum, signalling him to continue.

"wouldn't a utopia free from suffering solve everything?"

quite a hard-hitting question for a truck driver, sunday. you nod. "of course. the only problem is that it is not real - everyone is forced into the current reality. it is harsh and cruel..." you blink. "but we are not powerless to it."

"how do you suggest we solve it?"

it is quiet for a moment before your mind wanders to every passenger you've had. they all had one thing in common. "i guess, a lot of people want a shoulder to lean on, an ear to open for them, and a voice to validate their feelings. we can do that."

all those passengers seemed to shine brighter at the end of the ride, ready to chase a dream. you may not be saving the world - you are no hero, just a truck driver - but you help tend the invisible wounds of people: the blood that drips from sharp words, the bruises that sting from deprecation, the headaches.

isn't it fine to take it slow? navigate the dark, little-by-little, and by the end, there will be an even brighter light.

"... i see." sunday watches your hands manoeuvre the truck's mechanics. the flick in your eyes that turn to him, to which he shies away from. then, he rests his eyes. as the truck drives, a silence hangs, one of quiet understanding. bit-by-bit, you gaze into sunday's heart.

it's been some time since you got run over.

adjusting to penacony was difficult at first. you had to adapt to life at the family's mansion, and the daily customs. however, the burden was eased slightly, all partly thanks to a special helper.

every morning, a cup of coffee or freshly-squeezed juice presents itself in the kitchen. every afternoon, your favourite bookshop always happens to have the book you wanted, already reserved for you. every night, your bedroom door slowly opens, quietly. your blanket, moves up to cover your torso. the mess in your room, rearranged and picked up. the back of a hand, feathers over your cheek. and nothing more happens. your little helper is easily satisfied at the sight of a peaceful you.

"does robin know about this room?" you are flipping through an ancient truck magazine.

sunday is wiping the display cabinets. his wings are flapping again, turning to you. "you didn't mention it to her, did you?"

"no, but she's going on tour soon after," you play with the corner of a page. "why don't you send her your encouragement?”

"what do you suggest?" he asks.

you look at the ceiling. it's full of robin's pictures. "a heartfelt letter? personally, i would buy her a truck but i don't think she needs that."

a small laugh escapes sunday's lips. you did not expect that. "that would be nice." he moves over to a desk, and from a drawer he pulls out a page adorned with blue flowers, and a pen.

you walk over to his desk. "you're into stationary?"

"i don't see why not," sunday says, "my work requires mostly writing, after all."

he begins from the top: 'dear sister,'. from there, sunday is a bit clumsy and awkward, asks her how the weather is and if she had breakfast. "... i've never done this before," is what he said. but gradually, the pen picks up, and the words flow. now, there was too much left unspoken when sunday reaches the final line, and had to cross out the sentence he was writing. a total of four pages, both sides filled, with more words waiting to be said - those would be left for when the siblings reunite.

"maybe we can have the people of penacony sign it too." you smile, imagining robin's elation when she reads it.

sunday nods. he scratches his signature and hands the paper to you. "here."

you take the pen, hesitant. "what's this for?"

sunday raises an eyebrow. "you're a citizen of penacony, are you not?"

... oh. were you? your throat dries. when did you become a part of penacony? weren't you... just a truck driver?

sunday watches you contemplate. a silence drawls. suddenly, he wraps his hand around yours, holding the pen still. "why are you hesitating?" nib meets page. ribbon by ribbon, the ink dances. "you belong here, don't you?"

your chest grows warm. you weren't expecting that either. full of surprises, aren't we? the same person that chained your hands and observed you, coldly answered to you, is offering his warmth. his hand is resolute, unwilling to let go. it reassure your doubts. you smile.

the pen lifts:

'from, your loving brother and, your dear friend.'

surprisingly, sunday has gotten comfortable with your presence in his forbidden robin cove. as you have with his in your magnificent truck.

yet, as much as you've driven closer, the gap is bottomless. sunday doesn't appreciate you looking at him, yet, he's allowed to drill holes in you when you're not aware?

you've asked robin, but she answered cryptically with a smile. "he used to watch over me as well, overprotective as always, but i'm sure that's his way of expressing himself when words fail him."

you reccount the passing moments.

a person more of action, lesser of words. for his people, he worked endlessly without their validation. for robin, he hid in the shadows of his much brighter devotion and support. for you, he let you slowly seep into his life, and you absorbed him into yours. a truck driver and an overqualified partner-in-crime.

quiet devotion is a tender song. without the beating of his loud commands, penacony would be left unprotected. without the instrumental scratching of his pen, there would be no light on the streets. without the percussive clicking of his shoes, the citizens would not be able to dance and celebrate.

this was sunday's song; no one else heard it, but it hums beneath the surface, invisible. those who press their ears against it can sense its vibrations. a silence that speaks louder than words or lyrics. and now, you can't mistake it, your heart beats to the silent song.

it is the night of robin's last stage in penacony. you and sunday stand on a balcony, watching over her. the final song sways along the night-caressed breeze, setting free the wings of hopeful listeners and dreamchasers.

though for a certain someone, he was using more of his eyes than ears. when you meet his golden pair, they turn away as usual.

"what's with you?" you lean against the railing.

his hands hide behind his back. "nothing significant."

"hey, i thought we were past that already. i told you i'm a truck driver who listen to their passengers."

silence hangs. a few more spoken words, "and? have you told your story?"

"me?"

his eyes find yours, but they don't turn away anymore. behind his role as penacony's figure and as a brother, it is sunday who is talking to you. in his gaze, it doesn't judge, impartial, waiting to listen, asking if it is okay for you to lend him your key.

he's come a long way into this journey. now, he awaits at your doorstep. the words catch in your throat. "i'm... just a truck driver..." you close your eyes. "a truck driver who got lost here."

sunday shakes his head. "i’m not asking about one miniscule part of your life. behind that is you who experienced a reality that built the person in front of me," his voice is shaky. an unsteady hand opens and closes, hopes to reach out for yours, but is uncertain. "i'm... asking for permission to learn all of you."

"..." robin's song is about to come to an end.

you look at the mirror. a mirror that always reflected only you, now fits one more person in the frame. that is your answer.

the you who is listening, reading, watching, all your past versions converge into this quiet meeting. usually, the mirror rejected, criticised, and distorted. but today, it finally listens. the mirror holds your reflection to be true. before you got to penacony, before you stood in the middle of a road, before you became a truck driver, you were...

"speak to me. i'm here to listen as you have for others." and keep that key to his heart, for it remains open unconditionally, always a place for you in there.

two losts souls, under the moon, found a home in each other.

a person closes the novel they were reading. they pick up their phone and start typing:

“-4.2/5 rating, absolute horror. where was robin at the end? i was waiting for her! and what’s with all the mirrors and life lessons? preeeeetty criiiinge. i'm reading a fantasy novel, not a lecture. why is mc even a truck driver anyways? also, not enough hand holding, and definitely not enough kissing. zero points!” this random nobody criticises, slamming fingers on the screen. they pause. “i wonder when the next volume will be released…”

a/n: great use of my holiday tbh, get everything out b4 i'm busy again💖i hate drawing hoyo charas they're so detailed, applause to all the hoyo artists u guys r goated fr i thought itd be cute to turn this into a series. i have some deleted ideas since i only wanted this to be a short piece (i got carried away smh). but tbh this fic ended off nicely, i dont think it needs continuing. idk. i like pistachio ice cream thanks for reading!!😲

[dustcrumbs]

Dear Dustcrumbs. with HorrorDust, what would happen if Dust goes to needles and harder doses of dugs?

I would like to know Horrors reaction if he found Dust passed out on the floor on the brink of death. And then seeing it happen again literally the week after that.

Horror would be more prone to outbursts towards the other members. If he even spots a sign of irritation or stress from Dust. Horror makes it his priority to keep him distracted and focused solely on him. Because he is trying everything to prevent Dust from feeling the need to take any substance.

Anytime Dust leaves Horrors sight, he picks at his skull and scratches at his eye socket. He's always so paranoid on where Dust is and what he's doing because he CANT trust him.

Horror quite literally begins to cling onto Dust like some pathetic puppy. Always whining in his ear and constantly pawing at his knees whenever they sit down (not literal, but ykw, I mean).

Whenever Dust is found on the ground, barely breathing. Horror always keeps his head over his chest, making sure his heart is beating and his lungs are pumping. He can't call Nightmare for help unless it's an emergency. Since Dust practically begged him not to call him unless he wasn't moving at all.

And as the good stupid dog he is. He obeys.

Dust always feels guilty for forcing Horror to stay with him and constantly tries to distance himself from him. But Horror continuously clings onto him and seeks affection or the need to care for Dust.

No matter how much times Dust screams at Horror and curses him out, Horror will be the first to apologize. And it just pisses Dust off, that Horror has little respect for himself. He hates how Horror let's him push him around.

But Horror can't really be mad at Dust. All Horror sees is just a pathetic sad man, and he can't get angry with someone he adores. He'd rarely lash out, and if he does. It's usually having breakdowns when he's with Nightmare or Killer.

Horror is just a mess, and he desperately wants to be loved the same way he did. But Dust is constantly on the brink of death or too focused on getting high than to sleep with Horror for one night.

They really go more into the

"I'll love you like a dog"

"So I'll treat you like one."

But ending on a good note!!!

Dust would always cuddle and nip at Horrors shoulder, affectionately, whenever Horror seemed upset.

And if Dust had ever seen that his drugs got Horror injured. Then he'd abruptly stop and ask Nightmare for restrictions on himself or help to stop.

Ex: Dust lashes out at Horror and quite literally begins choking him, till the very last breath. He snaps out of it after Horrors whimpers faded away and him clawing at Dusts arms had went still.

Dust would obviously check if Horrors alive before he clings onto the big man, desperately apologizing before calling for Nightmare. Then he'd beg for some solution and ask if he could be locked up away from Horror or smth

And Nightmare is like

"Woah, what if we jsut put you in therapy vro"

And dusy is like

"Please."

And boom!!

Him and Horror cuddle, drug free, nicotine free, alcohol free, trust.

They kiss and Horror no longer tastes the bitter taste of beer anymore

(Horrible summary but shh)

[uvonobu]

Some thoughts abt the new chapters cause they come out soon and I’m gonna die

(Not predictions, just me yapping)

okay dawg. So we all know the phantom troupe members are almost DEFINITELY gonna die. So I’m gonna yap abt what I need to see from them before they die bc if they all die stupid anti climatic deaths I’m gonna CRASH OUT

So I’ve known Shizuku and Nobunaga were gonna die from the start. With Shizuku, I’ve prepared myself for her death. So I won’t crash out THAT bad. Though, I really hope we get some dialogue about why she joined the troupe. I’m calling it right now, it’s gonna be that she joined the troupe because she wanted meteor city reforms but the useless fucking village elders don’t do shit so joined the only group that had actually made changes in meteor city. Yes, she knew what she was getting into, and yes, she knows they aren’t heroes. But their influence is super important to meteor city and I think it’d also be a good way to show the troupe’s relationship with the meteorians in a way that doesn’t feel forced. Plus it’d also flesh out Shizuku’s character more. Two birds with one stone pls hear my cries Togashi pleas

With Nobunaga, I’ve also accepted his death. Though there are certain things I need to see before he dies to be fully okay with it. For example, seeing his hatsu. If he dies without us seeing his hatsu, I’m crashing out. Actually, yk what’s worse? If we see his hatsu and it’s FUCKING STUPID. LIKE. DAWG. WE’VE WAITED YEARS TO SEE NOBUNAGA’S HASTU AND UR GONNA TELL ME ITS SRSLY SOME DUMB ASS SHIT. BRO. I KNOW HES AN ENHANCER BUT CMON…. I’ll forgive both of these things if Nobunaga gets to talk or think about Uvo one last time before his death. You guys know how I am…. Rrrrr… uvonaga….. but overall, if he dies in an anticlimactic way at the hands of hisoka I wont crash out THAT bad. I’ll be annoyed, but I could handle it

Now…. There’s a theory going around that Nobunaga might go by himself to fight Kurapika if he learns he’s on the boat. And I’m not here to talk about the logistics of that, but if that DOES happen, ohbmy god. Nobunaga straying from their mission to kill Hisoka so he can kill the chain user would be SO . OH MY GOD. It would be so selfish. But oh my god, it would be so good… it would really show how strong their bond really was. Nobunaga dying for Uvo genuinely might make throw up I’m getting nauseous thinking about it god that would be such a perfect way to end their story imgonnadie

Okay sorry moving on . If Bono’s gonna die PLEASE make it later down the line. Pls . I cannot handle his death vro. I mean, like… I’ll understand if he DOES die but I won’t be happy abt it…. We just need some more time with him pls Togashi pls… let the readers form an attachment to him first…. PLEADHHRHEJKSK all I’m asking for with Bono is more time and more dialogue thats all I want

Machi was already set to die. It’s so crazy, but Togashi wanted to kill her off when Hisoka woke up. She’s basically living on overtime right now, she was NOT meant to live this long. So I can’t really be that mad if she does die cause he was already being generous in giving us more time with her

Okay so I actually will not be crashing out if Phinks dies . Like at all. Sorry Phinks I love you but your death would be SO interesting. God, can you imagine Feitan’s reaction to that? I need to see it so bad. I’ll be super sad if he dies but I’ll also be excited because it’ll open the door to so many interesting paths to take the phantom troupe with

Feitan will probably be one of the last to die so I will probably be numb by then. I’ll probably cry cause he’ll die with all his friends gone and he wasn’t able to protect them and that’s rlly sad to think abt so I won’t be crashing out per say but I’ll definitely be depressed

So. With all the other members, I had been thinking about their deaths since I started rewatching hxh. But. It only recently occurred to me that Franklin might die. And !!! I will be brutally murdering all of you😄😄😁 I will kill everyone on tumblr I will kill everyone on TikTok I will definitely kill everyone on twitter and I will kill everyone I know irl you guys will see me on the news for mass murder I will GENUINELY crash out none of you will be safe from my wrath I will have unprecedented levels of pure rage in my system and I will be doing nothing but screaming in agony for multiple days on end you guys will unfortunately have to deal with my posts about her death for at least two weeks straight I will not be nice about this I will grab a gun and air out this fuckass app in memory of Franklin she means so much to me I will cry so hard I will NOT be okay

And Chrollo’s just not dying. I FULLY believe that Hisoka will just leave Chrollo alone after killing all the spiders. Why? Because it’d be so unspeakably cruel. And it would fit the narrative themes so well. I think Chrollo losing his nen and Kurapika saying he’ll have to understand understand the grief of losing the people he loves was foreshadowing... or maybe I’m delusional… but think about how insane that would be guys I fully believe this I’m sticking with it unless I get proven wrong

And that’s all thanks for my listening to my yap sesh if Franklin dies I will livestream viral rope and chair challenge😁😁😁😁😁😁

[w1thered-roses]

OK SO BRAINROT CONSUMED ME AND I WANNA TRY MAKING SOME PURELILY ANGST AU

Get ready for a long ass wall of text of my random rambles + sprite edit

Fallen king au(?): after the events of beast yeast eps 1-2, shadow milk wasn’t fully sealed away, instead part of him managed to reside in pure vanilla’s mind (don’t ask how this part even works just bare with me vro). Over the span of a few months shadow milk would mentally torture pure vanilla in an attempt to get him vulnerable enough to be able to control him, starting off as just simply annoying him but overtime becoming more and more horrible and traumatic. In the beginning vanilla would continuously resist against him, trying to stay strong and refuse to let shadow milk control him. This would happen around the same time lily was very mentally fragile after the events of beast yeast, elder faerie’s death AND her guilt of being DE, so at first she didnt really notice vanilla’s declining mental state, as he would mask it pretty well and was busy trying to help her. As lily got better vanilla simply just got worse and worse, the lack of sleep, how little hes been eating out of stress, and the horrible anxiety he had caused by shadow milk was taking a toll on him, as hed start to isolate himself and become more irritable and angry. Lily had started to suspect something was wrong with vanilla, as he isn’t like this at all, but when she’d question him and ask if he’s alright he’d either just lie and say everything was fine, push her and others away or just lash out a bit. Eventually shadow milk gave vanilla a choice, either 1: keep resisting and shadow milk would keep up the mental torture, or 2: give up and let shadow milk fully take over, that he would stop the torture and vanilla could finally be “free”. Vanilla just couldn’t take it anymore and decided to just stop resisting, letting the jester take over his mind and body, resulting in vanilla getting locked away within his own mind. Shadow milk having finally taken over takes a few days to regain the body’s physical strength and then causes havoc in the vanilla kingdom, later he goes to beast-yeast to cut down the silver tree. Lily chases after him, confronting him at the tree and they fight it out, she tries her hardest to talk her way through to him, trying to reach vanilla but to no avail, vanilla isn’t there anymore. She later has no choice but to seal him away, seal away her best friend, her best friend that was there for her, her best friend who she knew from their school days, and most painfully the one she fell in love with. She succeeds in sealing him away inside the tree, and as shes doing so she doesn’t see him as the evil beast he has become, instead she sees the little vanilla from their school days, she sees her very best friend, crying as he’s sealed away. Lily later on builds a shrine in beast-yeast in honor of him, to remember him, as she misses him dearly and regrets not doing anything while she could.

Mind you this was inspired from LULLABY FOR A PRINCESS out of all things (yes that one mlp fan song, shut up its good)

Plus here is a corrupted pv sprite edit, unsure what to name him, i was considering vanilla extract cookie but dunno, if yall got any name ideas pls tell me 😭😭😭

This au is still being developed so its bound to change but this is what i have so far!!! I rlly wanna keep working on this i just need to think. I wanna try writing a fic for funsies, im not rlly a writer tho so who knows!

Probably later ill post more things regarding this au since i have more stuff i wanna share! Bye bye for now :D

[bourbonificould]

Something that's constantly been on my mind since i first finished season 2 and began season 3 was "Why didn't Kenny return a couple months or a year later to see if there was enough space in Wellington"? maybe I've got a sizable dent in my brain but it's one of those things that my mind backtracks to

I'm also sadly aware of the cut scene where he drowns in a lake, and despite it never being shown and instead being cut, it doesn't directly mean that it *didn't* happen :^(

Or who knows, maybe he came back when Wellington had burnt down and assumed that his kids died there too

what do you think vro?

I can make a connection using the cutscene. It’s possible that Kenny comes back every now and then (in season 3 he says it’s not worth waiting for Wellington to open up) and Edith just gives him more supplies and tells him to fuck off.

Someday, Wellington falls and he shows up, seeing blood and nonsense everywhere. He checks inside and sees walkers and stuff, and maybe he sees one of AJ’s drawing or his own hat if you don’t take it. He assumes Clem and AJ died or were evacuated and then perhaps he gets depressed again and… does the deed.

In my opinion though, I run the the hc that he lives without responsibility and finds a car to travel, probably going central or south. And in an ideal world where Clem has a good relationship with him, he finds out about her at Ericson’s or he ends up at a nice settlement like Richmond, where his only responsibility is to hunt and tell stories at fires.

[misty-zzz]

vro i was ACTUALLY lowkey getting into the plot of c2bc, but THEN THATTT HAPPENED

good thing is that i dont have to see that freak beer keg ever again (how tf did he stay in for so long, sorry beer keg fans)

and it had to end on the doomed yuri episode,,,, sighhhh

[juno-box]

hello vro . . . what do you think would've happened if Kenny and Sarita had a kid between s1 and 2? idk i think it would be an interesting concept....

Baby Kenrita

No but really though-

I imagine they name them Kevin if he's a boy or Artha if she's a girl.

I feel like Kenny would possibly become an even more protective family man than he was back in Season 1, not wanting to lose his family again, and doubly so because their child is wayyy younger than Duck was.

So I assume we can picture how he was with AJ, but on steroids. Not ignoring how when AJ eventually does arrive, he amplifies Papa Kenny mode.

Get this old ass DILF and his kids on a BOAT. NOW. ⛈⛈⛈

(everyone's invited to add onto this idea I love it thnks u morbius ballson)

[slugcatpotatoes]

In an ii themed clangen war challenge run with my friend @foxdoesshit , something Peculiar happened

This guy. His name is Cornstarch. What's so special about him ?? See his backstory and his parent? You may have inferred he has something to do with Cobs. you're RIGHT! cobs is his dad. "wtf is wrong with you vro"??? I'm not done explaining. READ. The fact he looks like the way the cobs cat does was like. A total coincidence?? I was just as flabbergasted as you are. The way the clangen save was, meepleclan was the ONLY OTHER CLAN and he had the most striking resemblance to the cobs cat out of all of the meepleclan cats. No other conclusive results the game just kind of rng'd its way into this mess. So i thought "well isn't he funny why don't i draw him". So then i drew him (see the image on the right.) Of course as you do with a new object oc you draw them More. So i kept drawing cornstarch. Now i have brainrot. Someone please help get this ugly bag of powder out my head right this instant

[decayayhagfishh]

HANDE,,,,,,,,!!!!!!!! Have a Refference Sheet of her,,,Why? Because she's Just a whimsical Individual who also Happens to be very silly,,, And I also Drew her in Radio Gosha's Artstyle because I lololololove Radio Gosha,,!!!!!!!! ^_^^^^^^^^ Bluhhhhhhbb glubb,,🍨🥄🐠 And I Might even Draw Kou in the Artstyle next,,and perhaps even in the cooking Mama artstyle,,!!! ^u^^^^^^^^

Yesterday I Had my First Test In math for this Semester, And surprise surprise. I wrote an F. But Banka, how do you already know Your Grade without even getting it Back? Because I didn't Fill out ANYTHING on the paper. How the Fuck do I suck at math. I think I Might actually Just drop Off and end Up behind the Cashregister of my local Lidl.

Is tjat Hideo Kojima as a fucking Mii. This Just reminded me that I Made the Toilet Trio on my Island and Kou literally confessed to my Mii, but then Tolkien from literally South Park showed Up and this Bihhhh ended Up with Tolkien,,,I COULD'VE ENDED UP WITH KOU DUDE. I immediately turned Off the Game because Tolkien is literally 8, If Not 9. I'm Like 14, turning 15 in 3 months,,,The flipping hell,?!?!?;?!!!.!

Look at vro bei ng a Lil Cutiepatootie Like He is aorjio ehrz uhjuhgwe ueueuuhooooo I love him sm...,,,🍝🍝🍝 I NEED to make Mitsuba on my Island, but I'm running Out of Apartments and My sister literally deletes my Miis, and the Idea of turning Mitsuba Into a Girl Just to get Together with Kou makes me want to rip my toenails Out and stomp on the soft Spot on the Back of a newly Born Infant. Idk why. It Just makes me upset. WAIT, I CAN MAKE KANAYA IN TOMODACHI LIFE. OH MY COD.

[askthesinclairs]

you guys with Bo rn [GIVE THE MAN A BREAK😭😭]

also, Vincent. I just wanna say I think your face is awesome and I admire it a lot. I'm gonna kiss u vro... Watch out 👅

This last pic is something that's gonna happen to Lester soon. Watch out Lester. It's bath time soon. 😈

"NOOO I JUST HAD A BATH A WEEK AGO!! >:C" "yea, i'd like a break about now, too much cock suckin' my dick gonna go numb.." "oh- uhm.. t.. thanks..?"

[kiawren]

I had to leave the bookstore soon and didn't have enough time to flip through more of the book but I happened to flip to this page only and after a glance at it I took a picture and read it later, and vro it's so kiawren

[aita-irl]

aita for asking my friends to pick sides? ok so me (f14) (i know im using reddit terms but like. whateeverr) and this kid ill call g (m13) had a bit of a falling out. ill cut it short but basically a mutual friend was having a bat mitzvah, and G told everyone he knew i was telling people if they could/couldnt go. (I did not do that!) It was spread thru multiple groupchats, one having 20+ people in it. i spoke with him politely about it, and in return he searched through the list of people he knew had access to those messages and started to harass anyone he thought clued me in to what was happening. Hooray!! I eventually had to bring a teacher into the situation, and got yelled at the entire time for ??? Not communicating. 😭 ok vro... (he seems rlly sweet so ofc everyone took his side but come onnn....) but she did talk to me a bit abt making people choose between him and me. which i have been doing.. ive been getting pissy with people for talking with him more than me, making people tell me what he's saying abt me, and ruining perfectly good friendships with him just because I have been having trouble and i believe im right. i dont need a rating for all that situation, but i am worried! I'm not sure if im in the right here. I was hurt so badly (MY reputation is ruined from this!) but my friends weren't! is it really fair of me for asking them to choose one, and choose me? (Choosing me would be hanging out w me over him, letting me know if he's talking shit, helping me even if it hurts a friendship w him?) so aita?!

[dustcrumbs]

Idk I need an au or something where killer horror n dust just explore random ass abandoned buildings for fun and then idk some lore shit happens. Scooby doo or something idk.

Ogh. Like they have a little adventure and stuff

Maybe they, as kids, went into an old building because they wanted to be the brave, cool kids who went into a scary ass building without adults. And then it just goes bat shit and leaves them traumatized

And as adults, they're still haunted by these terrible experiences, so Killer suggests that they return in an attempt to get rid of that paranoia and anxieties. Dust and Horror didn't agree at first but were convinced in the end to enter since those horrible nightmares and Dusts' increasing decline of mental health is gonna put him in an asylum and he jsut REALLY doesn't wanna go there. And also he just doesn't wanna have breakdowns repeatedly over what he saw in that house

So, they just all think "maybe we can prove that none of it was real, then we'll feel safe again"!!

And Killer takes them and maybe someone else like cross or nightmare and woagh!!

They enter the building, and it's pretty normal at first. But uh oh, Horror touches smth and it alerts the creatures within. The house's exit suddenly disappeared, and now they have to survive a full day in the place and find the exit. While they are evading creatures or beings beyond their comprehension

And maybe they do escape....but.. maybe. Something attached itself onto the weakest one there. Uh oh, Dusts got a spirit on his ass vro!!

And he genuinely starts losing his shit and attempts to stab Killer or Horror to death, luckily restrained, but it's still terrifying.

And ruh roh, Horror and Killer have to return to the house and lure Dust back in too. So maybe they could trap the spirit back in the house and have their pookie back

And if they DO get the spirit off Dust, he's still a lunatic. He's more twitchy and mumbles to himself a lot. He may even tell the other two his intrusive or sometimes even just impulsive thoughts out of the blue. He may even repeatedly be caught zoning out or fidgeting with any sharp object.

Killer and Horror just genuinely feel such horrendous survivor guilt and simply feel horrible for what they had Dust endure. Or idk idk

I'm kinda rambling a little

I think I lost ur plot

Sorry

Burps