#it's kinda sad

[alternates-are-pretty]

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I forgot to use references..😭 It looks so goofy

[mailrebel]

So I'm Already Gone

🫥 Happy fading day! 🫥 Here’s my TP Zelink tragedy in which Zelda learns she only has ten years left to live 🥲 Submitted for the Zelink Week 2024 event! @zelinkcommunity

[cafffeineconnoisseur]

Wanted to be the popular girl in college but ended up being the invisible loner girl 🎀

[justsigma-bsd]

"Visiting" An Old Friend

No real warnings tbh- I can't tell if this is fluff or not

Maybe Interesting for: @respiratory-kristem @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @currentlyeatingrocks @my-taintedsorrow

So maybe he had lied about visiting an old friend. Of course he could've said that he was going to visit Paul. But Paul wasn't an old friend- he was his best friend, in all honesty.

No, the friend he was visiting... honestly, even calling him a friend was a stretch.

Alexandros and him had shared a similar, perhaps the same, experience. The older man had simply suffered for far longer than him.

He walked for almost an hour before he finally reached the outskirts of the city, close to a cliff that overlooked the sea. It was rare that people came here, as far as he could tell. Maybe that's why he chose this spot.

He knelt down in front of a larger tree trunk, running a hand over the numbers, names, engraved into the wood.

To this day he wasn't quite sure how many numbers were true, and how many he'd overheard and assumed to be people.

The only ones Sigma knew with certainty were few, and the ones he could match with faces fewer. Among the numbers was only one actual name, along with one or two that had been scratched out.

"Hello, Alexandros" he murmured, voice quiet and gentle. Unwilling to disturb a soul that wasn't even resting in this makeshift grave. "Hello, Seven"

Predictably, there was no response. The dead couldn't talk, after all.

With a heavy sigh he bowed his head. "I wonder... would you shake your heads at my stupidity sometimes? Or be proud of who I've become despite the rocky start into existence?"

He sat down, leaned against the trunk slowly. "I wish you could've lived to see the world" he murmured.

His wandered up to the clouds, watching them pass by. Idly, he wondered what they'd think of him now. Wondered how he'd come from a terrified soul lost in the desert... to here.

Almost four years ago he'd woken up in a desert, lonely and with no sense of who he was, no sense of purpose.

From basically a slave, to a terrorist, to a detective...

So much had changed, just this year. He'd left the Decay, joined the Agency. Found family with those he'd helped try to destroy. Found genuine friendship with people and met the love of his life-

God, there was so much that happened. Good and bad things alike. Things he'd likely never forget, thanks to his memory. Things he'd love to forget and things he prayed he'd never forget.

His entire life had been a mess of trial and error- but now? Now he had found his place in the world.

"I found a home" he murmured, perhaps to the grave, perhaps to himself, perhaps to the sky. "It's not like what I thought a home was supposed to be. It's nothing like Sky Casino. It's not a place"

He spoke it like a confession, quiet and into the wind, but the smile dancing across his lips was fond and relaxed. "Home is with my husband and my kid, with my dad and siblings... and I wouldn't change it for the world"

Silence.

Of course there was silence, after all, the dead don't speak, but despite the chill of autumn, he felt warmer than before. He didn't feel lonely, either. He hadn't felt lonely since... he hadn't felt lonely in a while.

For a while he sat and watched the sky, until eventually, a familiar calico cat hopped onto the tree trunk, rubbing her head against his.

"Hello, Rai" he greeted the nekomata. The cat purred in lieu of a greeting, curling up and settling her head on his.

He huffed out a small laugh. "I promise I'm not sad, kid. Not this time, at least" he murmured, reaching up to gently scratch behind her ears.

Spending time with the cat-shifting yokai hadn't been in his plans for today, but he didn't mind the company.

[cauchesque]

scavengers reign is real for insects

[helmarok]

SHE TOOK THE BALLOON IN THE DIVORCE

[gullivertomcat]

My god....

jesus i mass unfollowed old inactive toonblr accounts.

I had 1,100 followed

Now i only have 138

Toonblr really did die huh? :(

[paradoxsun]

When I was younger and the idea of LGBTQ people hadn't really been introduced in my country, the only way I knew of their existence was through Hollywood shows and movies. And somehow, maybe because of the selection of shows, I was convinced that all gay folk are rich, almost like a pre-requisite.

There's a lot of interpretations you can take from that, both positive and negative. But right now, I was thinking of the reality that all my queer friends, including me, are broke. Somehow not the future I envisioned. Either part.

[yagirlaki]

Making a stupid sandwich because the stupid fictional people in my head wouldn't want me to starve. >:(

[thepeculiarbird]

Random MPHFPC stuff #3 :

You probably know that Millard likes Lilly right ?

I also really like the ship Villard.

What if Lilly looked a lot like Victor but genderbend so that's why he loves her ? Because she reminds him of Victor.

[the-messenger-hawk]

Me, looking at all the garbage isekais out there: None of you will ever have what FFX had.

[doesitmatterluv]

Lately, I can't go a day without thinking about Aditha, idk why he's got me addicted or smtng. I can't sleep, listen to music or watch a movie without thinking about him.

[yandere-demon-cat]

heya not sure if im too tardy to the party but i was wondering what happened with cannibal sweetheart and honey hotline too ! i didnt even know they had a discord that was suddenly deleted. i tried searching on tumblr a bit and saw a post that implies the creator of CS had some difficulties (prob writing/direction-wise?) with their game so they pulled it and have started a new proj entirely. its a def a bummer bcs ive only just seen @/omgrenhasfriends and it wouldve been so fun to be in the male-yan fandom then ;v; I have no clue what's happened to honey hotline though and all links to their seem to be totally gone, unlike CS. I just assume its the same thing as what happened to CS, and not for any friendship/community issue :<

I'm pretty sure I actually had the creator of CS post a reply to my post(I think they deleted it cause I can't find it anymore??) that the game was stressing them out and they decided to back out for the time being but plans on coming back some time in the future.

Honey Hotline on the other hand I'm not so sure, I believe there was drama and said drama caused the creator to get rid all their stuff on tumblr, Its strange because at least with HH the other VNs they've made/working on are still accessible(Not including Love letter which files were suspended by admins???), I wasn't following them all to closely so don't take my words as law on that

[12am-motivation]

so we get his birthday UR in a nightmare banner this year huh?

[quinnmorgendorffer]

“do you have a wife?” 

“Yeah, but she’s dead.”

Okay, so Michael used his son’s loss of a mother to avoid dating at first and then seems to self-sabotage every relationship even after George Michael says he’s okay with him dating, including eventually Sally Sitwell, the woman he was the most into of all of his relationships in s1-3. While part of the Sally thing is most definitely from him wanting to be a martyr wrt Maggie’s pregnancy, I do think it’s a pretty powerful thing that he’s obviously not over Tracey at all. Hell, even when he meets Rebel, one of his first comments is “my dead wife had red hair”. Tracey’s never an “ex”, never his “former wife”, she’s just always his “wife”.

[kweza]

the way my days have been work + eat + sleep