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a-v-j · 1 month ago
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I went through your list with all the characters, and I have a question. Who are: Jingleberry(swap!nass), Codeblue(corrupted!swap), Auto_correct and AJpamper(eros/link)? And what do they look like?
Jingleberry
Dude never had much screentime beside this doodle
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Code_blue
He's been around i think. Wandering aimlessly
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Ohohohoh, bout Auto_correct he's a running joke mostly found in the discord servers im in. He's described as glasses wearing auto!sans that messes up with my chat or helps with typos(when im drunk)
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I got no drawing of him unfortunately
And last, Ajpamper
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Uh...eros and link's child that came outta nowhere
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blush-chiffon · 1 month ago
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🍓🍋🍮
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flutteringfable · 26 days ago
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okay dress to impress music does not have to go that fucking hard and yet.
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skywerse · 1 month ago
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ah yes, my favourite crew,,, the jingleberry pirates—
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alphabetcompletionist · 1 year ago
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so im going to the grocery store because my mom really wants these fuckin kumquats or whatever (i think they taste like shit but like shes my mom ykyk) and this guy wearing full on motherfuckin wizard robes comes out and tell me i Hath Been Chosen for an Examination Performed By The Gods and im like ok magic man lay off the jingleberries but then my gay ass blacks the fuck out and i wake up and im in a completely dark room like my visions fucked the fuck up and this room spans for fucking EVER man and im really scared please help how do i leave
you pass the examination. duh 🙄
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
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caramel-covered-apples · 1 month ago
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go fuck yourself jingleberry
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A spell has been cast upon Fuyuhiko so that for every time he swears, a hungry Utahraptor (Zoo Tycoon 2) spawns within the vicinity of an OZ member that he's currently thinking of (Nagito, Uchui and Matta are excluded for obvious reasons)
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Ohohoho...Fuyuhiko's gonna have a field day with this one...!
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AHEM! HRUM! GAHEM! *inhale*
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DICKBAG JINGLEBERRY! SOPPY FUCKING NINJA! KNOB SHINER SPAMMER! CUNTING BOTTLEFACE! ASSCLOWN BISCUITSISTER! CHUNDERING JUNKIE! FUCKING FUDGE TUNNEL TOOL! PIZZY BOZO! FUCKFISH NUMPTY! SHIT BREATH! LARDARSE PLAYER! FUCKTOE FROGFACE! FANNY PACK! BITCH WOMPLE!
*Relentless screaming can be heard upstairs.
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missmeikakuna · 1 year ago
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My "Buddy" Santa (Short Story)
Rated: T
Fandom: Original/Christmas Lore
Relationship Type: M/M
Description: In the months following Mrs Claus's death, Santa has relied on an elf from his factory for comfort. To show his affection, he gives him various gifts and the two cuddle together. But the two of them have gotten too close, and the elf wants more out of the relationship than presents.
Content Warning: Mourning the pre-story death of a character
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The sound of Michael Bublé on repeat almost hid the low electronic buzz. Almost.
Santa Clause was in a three-month long Bublé mood for reasons unbeknownst to anyone but a singular elf.
Those weren’t the only sounds, though. Eccentric whizzes of spinning machine arms, the cranks of levers, cogs turning. Most importantly, quiet chatter and occasional grumbles. 
Rows upon rows of green and red-clad elves sat and packed toys into boxes. They did their ribbon-adorned origami quickly enough to catch up to the toy-making machines. At one end of the aquatic centre-sized room was a row of desks with elves dressed in gold and silver filling in paperwork. The workload had doubled in the past month due to a certain upcoming holiday.
A bright-faced, chubby, tall elf with curly hair as rosy as her cheeks walked down an aisle. Her gold and silver dress swayed back and forth as she moved, shimmying when she tapped a short elf on the shoulder.
‘Passing on a message from Mr Claus. Your new present is in your room, Bellomir.’
Laughter flanked the Bellomir on both sides. He groaned and sank into his seat, his scowl visible from the South Pole. He instinctively twirled the black curl sticking out of his pointy hat.
A stocky elf with a buzz cut nudged him in his ribs. “What do ya bet you got this time? A Rolex? A convertible?’
A waifish elf with long, flowing locks in a low ponytail grabbed Bellomir’s hat and rubbed it over his head until it mussed his hair, musical giggles playing from her mouth.
‘Maybe he finally went crazy and gave you the deed to a platinum mine!’ she added.
The red on Bellomir’s shirt was a dead ringer for the colour in his cheeks. He gave both his coworkers a death glare before looking up at the speakers on the roof. Throughout all of this, the three elves were still packing just as efficiently as before.
‘You guys have been listening to this song too much.’
‘Well, I guess Mr Claus plays what he wants,’ Mistlebo the stocky elf said with a shrug.
 ‘I think I’ve heard this song at least five times today. Did any of the other Bublé songs repeat this much?’
Snowren the waifish elf stroked her chin. ‘I think I heard ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas’ a few times.’
‘But not five,’ Bellomir retorted with a sigh.
The messenger elf returned. ‘Passing on a message from Mr Claus. Meet Mr Claus at 7:16 tonight. Bring the hot chocolate and the present to open upon arrival.’
The laughter returned as well. ‘Looks like Mr Claus thinks you’re his best buddy,’ Mistlebo remarked.
Bellomir’s mouth contorted into half a smile and half a frown. ‘Yeah, Santa’s my buddy, alright.’
Two hours and one more ‘Santa Baby’ later, Bellomir hung up his hat and clocked out of work. He rushed to his room and picked up the present and hot chocolate. It was a modest one-bedroom apartment sandwiched between a hundred or so identical ones. The only difference in his room was the mountain of various gifts in the corner, torn wrapping paper sticking out at every angle like branches on a Christmas tree.
After eating a microwave dinner, he looked at his watch. ‘Jingleberries,’ he muttered under his breath. He put on his black coat and ran out of his room. He went up the stairs to the top floor, passing by the public dining hall and the toy research facility.
A red door with an emerald green wreath stood on the top floor. Bellomir knocked it six times, playing ‘Jingle Bells’ in his head.
A friendly old voice rumbled through the door. ‘Come in, come in!’
Bellomir closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened the door. The dark air cracked with frequent little bursts of orange as the fireplace blazed. Some instrumental jazz music played from a forties-style radio. Above the gold-trimmed marble mantle hung a framed photograph of Mr and Mrs Claus. 
A tall crimson velvet chair stood beside a little wooden table by the fire. The fireplace hid the man sitting there in silhouette, though the light captured the curves of his protruding cheeks. A glimmering teardrop ran down his face as he hummed the melody on the radio.
Santa Claus still maintained his round shape but had lost a noticeable amount of weight over the past few months. His coat hung from his body like it was on a coat rack, and his eyes were sunken in to an almost skeletal degree. His kitchen was untouched and had been that way since the incident, at least as far as Bellomir could tell. He had only started visiting after that event transpired. A couple of takeout boxes littered the floor, though not enough to match Santa’s pre-incident eating habits.
The jolly old man turned his head and showed Bellomir a smile one could roast chestnuts on. ‘Come closer, my dear boy.’
Bellomir frowned at that. Did he look young enough to earn that title? He was an elf.  Still, he obliged, placing the can of hot chocolate atop the kitchen bench as he waddled over to the man.
He sat on Santa’s lap and looked up at his face, now illuminated by the flames before them. Santa’s eyes egged him on. Bellomir sighed and tore open the package. 
Inside was a sweater the shade of pine leaves, a deer and the words ‘Merry Christmas’ stitched in with white wool. Bellomir couldn’t help but match Santa’s grin.
The man wrapped his arms around Bellomir’s waist and held him to his solid chest. Despite his sturdy hold, he dropped his chin onto the elf’s shoulder with the insecurity of a child looking for their parents’ approval.
‘Did you like the gift?’
‘If it’s from you, why wouldn’t I-’
‘Don’t beat around the bush, Bello. The truth, boy. Out with it.’
‘I like it.’
‘Good, good.’ Santa kept his arms around Bellomir but lifted his head from his shoulder. He looked up at the photograph. ‘She always loved sweaters. She used to knit me one almost every week. I wish she could have taught me more.’ His words caught in his throat, turning his voice raspy. ‘But I’m still proud of this one. I made a few mistakes but I doubt you’ll be able to spot them.’ His belly laugh resounded through Bellomir’s chest.
Santa gently rubbed his thumbs against Bellomir’s arms, and the elf relaxed into his embrace. For the next five minutes, the only sounds were the intermittent crackle of the fireplace and the slow breaths that, after some time, perfectly synchronised. 
Eventually, Bellomir offered an alternative to the silence. ‘Feeling better?’ He asked with the corners of his lips reaching his pink cheeks. Santa nodded, his head stroking Bellomir’s back.
‘You’re always so comforting.’
Bellomir gazed at the photograph, focusing on Mrs Claus’ beaming face. He looked away and clenched his hands into fists, inadvertently scratching his thighs in the process.
‘Do… you have any other elves that do this?’ He asked as he twirled a strand of his hair.
‘Of course not.’
Bellomir cranked his head to an angle and bit his lip before speaking. ‘Why me? I don’t exactly look like her.’ His voice carried more venom than anticipated, but he wasn’t taking it back.
Santa let go and curled his fists. ‘You think I’d just use you as a replacement?’ His voice carried concern, but his words were just a little louder than what he said before.
To match his energy, Bellomir glared up at the once-jolly man. ‘Isn’t that what you’re doing? Isn’t that the whole point of this?’
Santa spluttered nonsense, his brain containing no words to the contrary. Bellomir hopped off his lap, causing the wrapping paper to fall onto the wine-coloured carpet. He looked down at the sweater in his hands and pushed it back onto Santa’s lap.
‘I don’t need this,’ he said before turning his back and walking out the door.
The next day at work contained the same old drudgery of the previous. Mistlebo’s elbow attacks gave Bellomir a crushing sense of deja vu.
‘How were things last night with your new buddy Santa?’
Bellomir sank into his seat again, his growl almost louder than the machines.
‘Didn’t like the gift?’ Snowren asked without looking away from the present before her.
Bellomir hesitated, then gave a small smile as he carefully wrapped his present. ‘The gift was nice. It was heartfelt and sweet. He made it himself and everything.’ Another sigh left his lips. ‘But that’s just it. At the end of the day, it’s another gift.’
Mistlebo scoffed at that. ‘If someone handmade me a gift, I’d be pretty grateful.’ Bellomir bit the inside of his cheek, trying to come up with a retort but finding none.
The messenger elf walked up to him. ‘Passing on a message from Mr Claus-’
‘Tell him I don’t want to see him,’ Bellomir said flatly.
She blinked. ‘Excuse me?’ Several elves in the factory turned their heads.
‘I don’t want to see him…’ He suddenly remembered the warmth of the fireplace threading through the warmth of Santa’s arms like a hand-knit Christmas sweater. ‘…today. Tell him to invite me tomorrow.’
‘V… very well, then. Do you still want me to relay the message?’
Bellomir waved his hand dismissively and went back to work. The elves who had a quick entertainment break rushed to catch up with the machines. Toys began to pile up on the conveyor belts, pushing up against each other and falling off the belts.
While still working on their presents, Mistlebo and Snowren looked at Bellomir out the corner of their concerned eyes. Then they looked back at their gifts as if nothing had happened.
Despite the chill of the night, Bellomir lay atop his quilt on his bed, the crack in his ceiling the only object in his view. He played with a curl in his hair as images flashed through his mind like reels in stereo slide viewer glasses. 
Santa standing in the factory beside the desks like he used to, staring at Bellomir for some reason. The red outlines of his eyes from rubbing them too much. The mugs of hot chocolate on the little table by the fire as Bellomir reached out to hug Santa for the first time. Santa’s first gift, a bottle of cologne with a leathery scent. A messenger elf walking up to Bellomir and making the short elf realise that Santa was no longer in the factory.
Mrs Claus smiling as she handed the elves cookies. Santa giving her a peck on the lips with his arm around her waist. Mrs Claus coughing over and over again. Elves wearing black during the ceremony. A tear sliding down a silhouetted Santa’s face as he looked up at the framed photo.
Bellomir blinked, his nose itching as he finally noticed his own tears. When he started to shiver, he considered pulling the covers over him, but he figured they couldn’t compete with the cosiness of Santa’s arms. 
He turned his head to the gold alarm clock beside his bed, another gift from Old Saint Nick. It was 3 in the morning. Should he? Was he crazy?
The next thing he knew, he was knocking on the big red door in two bursts of three. He heard the gasp of someone just waking up. 
‘Uh, come in, my dear boy, come in.’ Santa was still sitting in his chair, a carton of eggnog and a small bottle of brandy beside a shot glass on the table. There were dark bags under his eyes but his smile was bright. The fireplace was still ablaze. No music was playing this time. ‘What brings you here?’
‘I guess… I wanted to talk.’ Bellomir looked at the eggnog on the table, his heart twisting. ‘But first, have you had much to drink?’
Santa shook his head. ‘I didn’t have much, and I’m pretty sure I slept off what I did have. He lifted his bottom off the chair and used his big, beefy arms to pull it around to face Bellomir. Despite now being away from the fireplace, his cheeks were rosier than usual. ‘So what’s, uh, going on, Bello?’ 
Bellomir finally noticed that the Christmas sweater was on the floor next to the table, yet it was folded perfectly. Santa grabbed it, unravelled it and held it up in front of his face. ‘Did you change your mind about the gift? You said earlier that you liked it. Was that a lie?’
The elf took slow steps towards Santa, and when he finally got up to him, he pulled the sweater down so they were staring face to face. He raised his leg until his knee was on Santa’s lap. Santa blinked, his cheeks getting redder and redder. Their hands met as they held onto the sweater, sending a little spark synced with a crackling sound from the fireplace.
‘I like your gifts, but there’s one little thing I really need.’
‘Oh, a fur coat?’
Bellomir wrapped his hands around Santa’s cheeks, brushing his thumb against the man’s lips.
‘All I want for Christmas is you.’ Just as Bellomir started to lean in closer, Santa turned his head away.
‘I-I’m flattered, but you’re my employee. I mustn’t-’
‘Oh, so you can’t kiss me but you can treat me like your sugar baby?’
Santa turned his head back around to face him. ‘I’m Santa Claus! What else can I do to show my affection besides giving you gifts?’
‘Oh, so you do like me,’ Bellomir whispered into his ear, running his hand down his cheek. ‘If you want to show affection, just be honest with me.’ He snatched the sweater. ‘You put a lot of effort into making this, but why? Why did you choose me, Nicholas?’
Santa gulped as his eyes darted around the room, always avoiding Bellomir’s gaze. ‘Well, I, uh, I don’t know. I was just drawn to you for some reason. I thought you seemed lonely like me. You were the only one in the factory not doing small talk.’
Memories of chatting with Snowren and Mistlebo played in Bellomir’s mind. What was Santa talking about? He always conversed with people… He suddenly remembered the truth. Those memories were from after starting this situationship with Santa. Love filled Bellomir’s heart, almost overflowing into tears.
‘I wanted a friend, honest!’ Santa added. ‘But then you hugged me that night, and everything changed.’ He scratched his own cheek. ‘I kind of like it when you take charge.’ He sighed. ‘But, to go any further when you work for me…’
‘Alright, then. I’ll get another job. I hear the reindeer barn is looking for work.’
‘But I still work with them-’
‘At least I won’t be working under you.’
‘Are you really willing to go this far? You’d have to move out of your apartment-’
‘Can I move into yours, then?’ Bellomir asked with his pointer finger against Santa’s chest. He leaned in closer and whispered in his ear again. ‘Please, Nicholas?’ When he leant back, he spotted the golden frame of the photo of Mr and Mrs Claus. He closed his eyes and spoke at the speed of the machine in the factory. ‘If you think Mrs Claus would be okay with it. You’re still grieving, after all. It’s only been a few months and I’d hate to interrupt that process-’
A belly laugh from Santa roared through the room. ‘You’re really worried about that? She would be happy to see me happy.’ He smirked and whispered in Bellomir’s ear. ‘In fact, we occasionally brought in a third person.’
Now Bellomir’s cheeks were reddening. ‘I… I see.’
Santa reached behind Bellomir’s head and threaded his fingers through his curls. ‘May I, my dear Bello?’ he asked as he took a candy cane from the pocket, unwrapped it with one hand and bit a big piece off. He speedily chewed it into smaller pieces and swallowed it all.
The answer was given not by words but by a peck on the lips, which quickly became another one, then a series of deeper kisses that went on for several blissful minutes. The scent of eggnog and brandy was still on Santa’s breath, but the minty taste of the candy cane mostly covered it. Bellomir thanked Santa’s courteousness with more kissing. Despite the icy coolness of the peppermint, everything else about Santa was warm and comforting, from his arm wrapped around Bellomir’s waist, pulling him closer, to his soft lips. The couple’s movements were slow and delicate but passionate.
When they finally pulled themselves away, Bellomir sat on his lap and cuddled him. They silently stayed in the chair, Santa resting his chin on Bellomir’s head as he ran his fingers through his hair. Eventually, Bellomir buried the fireplace in cool ashes until the flames went out, hopped back on his lap, and rested in his big, cosy arms. 
‘Good night, Baby,’ Bellomir whispered as he drifted into a pleasant sleep. Snow began to fall outside, but neither man could feel the cold.
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a-v-j · 1 year ago
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I remember seeing one a while back but do you have a list of the characters you made? Incase it updated or not
OK! so sanses i made! I actually recounted and my previous data was incorrect!
Variants, timesplits and AU sanses
Despair!sans Kings!sans BluError(error!swap) Lil!sans PGR!sans(which is PGR!Error now) Orange(underswappedswap!sans) Afterlife!sans Rune(fallen!sans) Oobleck(amalgamate!geno/failed!fatal) Mixmatch!sans Doodle!sans Afterfallen!sans Erryberry(error!swap) Lustfallen!sans Blackberry(fallenswap!sans) Embalm(reaper!ink) Femme_fatale(genderswap!fatal) Genderswap!sans Sanssanssans(omni!sans) Sans3D Doc(experimentale!sans) Exp(highschooltale!sans) Sanspool(marveltale!sans) Happy!sans Anti_error Nass Saturation Hue Brightness Jingleberry(swap!nass) Illusion(dtsf!nightmare) Delusion(dtsf!dream) Auto(avjverse!sans) Anime!sans Byte(anti_error!horror) Jailbreak(error!fell) Topie(auto_pilot/swap!auto) Link (lust!ink) Eros(lust!error) Matic(auto_matic/falsefell!auto) Corrupto(corrupted!auto/truefell!auto) Gremlin(error!swapfell) Evo(empireverse!auto) Orto(horror!auto) Narcissto(lust!auto) Averse(averse_auto/dust!auto) Shard(horror!glasses) Crofter(neworld!farm) Akills(auto_kill/killer!auto) Perink(peridot!ink) Erris(lapis!error) Hats(underhat!sans actually made by sans) Sansti Newworld!glasses Dusti(anti_error!dust) Nate(assasinate/anti_error!killer) Bubble(swap!anti) Vanti(empireverse!anti) Snap(therapist!swap) Codeblue(corrupted!swap) Edgermany(countrysans!fell) Japano(countrysans!geno) Fatalippines(countrysans!fatal) Amerrorca(countrysans!error) Drem(error!dream) Prismare(ink!nightmare) Autopsy(reaper!auto) Kiddo(neworld!auto) A.U.T.O Auto_correct Bleutooth(bluberry!auto) Cannibalust!sans
True and partial fusions!
Papercut(cross/ink) Mapjaper(anti/ink) AJpamper(eros/link) Coinkydink(ink and dream) Eiron(nightmare and error) Concord(eirene and dion) Discord(eiron and dink) Eirene(dream and error) Dionysus(nightmare and ink) Prism(prismare and ink)
Sans children and shipchildren
Sanriel(sans/toriel) Condiment(fell/rune) Lethal(fatal/reaper) Extinction(reaper/error) Mortality(fatal/geno) Corruption(fatal/error) Crinkles(ink/cross) Shortcut(error/classic) Incident(reaper/error) Accident(reaper/error) Eon(error/geno) Sage(geno/classic) Trojan(anti/eros) Savage(geno/fell) Quota(queri/auto) Rootkit(jailbreak/anti) Odium(hobo/bluerror) Acquire(queri/auto) Auri(auto/queri) TechnicalDifficulty(auto/anti) Minq(pinq/matic) Queto(auto/queri) Mistake(jailbreak/brigtness) Suicide(auto/reaper) Instakill(auto/reaper) Copie(cor/topie) Cally(auto/matic) Nighti(nigtmare/anti)
Papyri! Paperrors(error!swappaps) Ypaspur(nass's brother) Cyperus(auto's "brother") Swapyrus(snap's brother) Sigil(rune's brother) Roman(sansless au) Swappedswap!papyrus Tip(anti's brother) Spider-paps(sanspool's brother) Lil!paps
i written this one by on from files to ensure accurate info this time lol and also updated!
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underchaser · 7 years ago
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Chaser: Blue is the coolest! He’s hard working and super nice!.. Sometimes.. Blue: Awww Chasie! ...And what do you mean with sometimes?  Chaser: Still remember that time you choked me, sweetheart.... Blue: I’m sorry, I was quite upset with your actions, please don’t do it again! Chaser: I won’t! Now what’s this about being a pervert?  Blue: Not quite sure, just ignore it. Chaser: All right buddy, let’s bug the grumpy handsome for some hot dogs!
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burnsopale · 3 years ago
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Putting the Commander to Bed, discarded scene 01
I always keep the bits and pieces that don't make it into the story. It's interesting to look back and see where the story didn't go, and often there's a worthwhile turn of phrase or a joke I like to remember. So, while I chip away at the mess that is chapter 14, let me share with you the now discarded trial of Mr Silvervein. It was cut for two reasons; first of all because it just didn't fit into the progression of things, but also because while the idea was amusing, it felt too flippant considering the seriousness of the matter at hand.
Anyway, enjoy Vetinari confusing the hell out of Slant:
Mr Slant, acting as prosecutor, had been talking for an hour and fifty minutes.
Carrot’s hand ached from taking dictation.
Detritus was trying unsuccessfully to hide his yawning behind a big stone hand, defeated by his big stone mouth and the minor avalanche of sound that was his jaws cracking. He wasn’t the only one, not even the only troll, who by now was showing the back of their tonsils, but Mr Slant remained undisturbed. The zombie had a remarkable ability to carry on as if he was practicing his speech before an empty office.
Even Mr Silvervein, chained to his chair, was staring dully in front of him.
The Patrician himself, seated on high, was watching in placid, attentive silence. Mr Slant, about to reach two hours of uninterrupted speechifying, had begun to glance up at him as if he was waiting for something. The Patrician gave no sign. Mr Slant went on talking.
“... by use of the aforementioned axe, and with all appearance of foul intent ...”
Two hours and thirty-five minutes in, Mr Slant glanced once more at the Patrician. Lord Vetinari gazed back at him expressionlessly. Mr Slant continued with renewed vigour as he realised that he was, for whatever reason, not going to be interrupted like usual.
“This took place in The Big Boulder, a well-known troll eatery, established in the year of ... then called The Pig and Poultry, hence the somewhat awkward paint-over on the sign that is exhibit forty-seven ... currently run by Mr Bouldersson, whom the jury will become acquainted with as one of the principal witnesses in the case ...”
Three hours and fifteen minutes in, the lack of interruption was beginning to unnerve Mr Slant, who had begun to put a question mark at the end of every sentence as if to ask over and over again if it was alright that he went on.
“... this was Miss Flora Hewandcry, whom the jury will also become acquainted with in due course? On the night of the third, the Watch questioned one Mr Jingleberry, who was supposed to be an acquaintance of Mr Silvervein from the Ramtops? The jury will remember that Mr Silvervein belongs to the community of Glimfield-”
The Patrician cleared his throat.
Mr Slant looked up almost eagerly, and then, composing himself, said in his usual, bored drawl, “Yes, Your Lordship?”
“Belonged,” the Patrician said.
Mr Slant stared at him. “Pardon, Your Lordship?”
“Mr Silvervein belonged to the colony of Glimfeld. He is now a citizen of Ankh-Morpork.”
“... Ah. Of course. Forgive me, Your Lordship.”
“Carry on.”
“C-carry on?”
Lord Vetinari looked innocently confused. “Yes. Or was that the end of your statement?”
Mr Slant looked around like he expected the audience to jump up and reveal the whole trial to be an elaborate prank. “N-no, there are ... further details.”
“Good. Then carry on.”
Mr Slant continued, but he was now speaking directly at the Patrician, the words coming without interruption, but the tone a continued question, rising in frustration as another half hour passed, until he was practically shouting the facts of the case up at the patiently listening man.
Four and a half hours into the opening statement, precisely five hours since the trial had begun, Lord Vetinari held up a hand.
“Yes, Your Lordship?” barked Mr Slant furiously.
“I’m afraid we’re out of time.”
Mr Slant stared. He had to clap a hand to his eye to keep it from popping out.
Lord Vetinari picked up his gavel and looked around briskly. “We’ll hear the rest of Mr Slant’s statement when we continue on ...” He looked a little lost. “Drumknott?”
The secretary appeared promptly at his master’s elbow.
“When may we continue?”
Drumknott clucked his tongue and leafed quickly through the thick itinerary in his hand. "Oh, I'm afraid ..." The two men conferred in low tones.
Then Lord Vetinari nodded decisively, turned back to the room and announced “We will continue on Tuesday next week.”
“Did you hear that, Sergeant?” Carrot asked, elbowing Detritus in the arm.
“Huh? What?” Detritus blinked. “I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Lord Vetinari has given us a whole week more!”
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magskrizmacosmetics · 5 years ago
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clementineandmine · 5 years ago
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Do u guys want to see the pie I made
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ttoca · 3 years ago
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This is it everybody, The Tale of Cao Aman Cover Page!
A showcase and trailer for the characters who'll appear in the first part of The Tale of Cao Aman. (Bottom-Centre) Cao Cao Aman himself (Bottom-Left) The Cao family; Father Cao Song, (Adopted) Grandfather Cao Teng, and the siblings Cao Wang, Cao Boshi, Cao Bin and Cao Miaoji (Bottom-Right) The Imperial Librarian Cai Yong, his daughter, Cai Wenji and the Commander of the Chariots Dong Zhuo (Most-Centre) The new Emperor Ling of Han with Master-Attendant Cao Jie and the other Attendants, neither seen nor heard unless called upon (Middle-Left) Empress-Dowager Dou, widow of the late Emperor Huan, and her father Grand Marshal Dou Wu (Middle-Right) Grand Tutor Chen Fan, the head of the scholar faction, and old Guo Tai, the scholar faction's most ardent speaker (Top-Right) Cao Jie always observing and the city of Luoyang he oversees in the shadows (Top-Left) Cao Jie's two greatest rivals among the Attendants, a rabid dog and an immense spider, both of them utterly vicious and always hungry Find out more in the comic itself. I am now on Tumblr as ttoca and Instagram as springtoby if you'd like to follow me. I don't have Twitter. I avoid it on principle. After deliberation with my friends on my chat group, I decided to darken Cai Yong and Cai Wenji's hair and eye colours a bit, else it was agreed they just looked too foreign. The beakish nose stays though. I like the beak! Guo Tai is basically the ‘Doomsday Preacher’ of Luoyang. As to the two in the top-right, you'll find out more about them later but suffice to say, if you think Cao Jie's bad, they're far, far worse. Again, do note, this is not a portrayal of historically accurate events. This is just my own interpretation of characters and events. This was a full day-and-a-half's work and by god I'm exhausted. I think this finishes my work for the year. With Christmas on the way, it's time for me to indulge in my usual Christmas tradition...Jingleberry J20 and a Lord of the Rings Trilogy Marathon. Happy Holidays everybody!
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robintheia · 6 years ago
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here’s a list of my favourite tto names because why not
i got these from the blessed tumblr post!
mother: slippery-when-wet (dikrats family)
grandpa: jeff blim (bacon family)
grandpa: rainbow dash  (crazy earnies family)
mother: rumpleforeskin son: captain marvel (jingleberries family)
mother: don’t care daughter: disappointment son: batman (sparkle titties family)
son: optimus prime grandpa: joe (magenta family)
father: cthulhu (teletubbies family)
father: cock chopper mother: whale fingers daughter: thunder cunt son: boomerang grandpa: banana (mcnuggets family)
father: twat waffle daughter: hakuna matata son: if i were a boy grandpa: bohemian rhapsody (wanker family)
father: shit for brains mother: i don’t know your name daughter: mistake son: favorite (spunky dunkers family)
son: bilbo swaggins grandpa: darth vader’s nutsack (macdougal family)
father: dick in the face mother: firecrotch daughter: regret son: moist towlettes grandpa: back door (sneaky sluts family)
father: danny devito son: adopted grandpa: egg (hunty family)
mother: help me please help me son: teeeeth (skinnydippers family)
mother: footlove daughter: dad son: my girl sara (bluth family)
father: free parking daughter: bambi (queef magnet family)
father: bob bob law daughter: gurl PLEEEEASE son: little D grandpa: pirate man (dickleberrie family)
father: sir shits-a-lot mother: trophy daughter: brian holden (virgins family)
daughter: myspace (trumpets family)
mother: zefron daughter: bucket son: pizza pizza (gluten free family)
father: saxophone superstar daughter: maple bacon son: snap crackle pop (assbutts family)
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a-v-j · 3 years ago
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How many characters do you have on this blog alone? Cus all of em are great, and with that said there’s so many-
prepare for a ride that's mostly consist of words and numbers
Classic Sans
1.Regular Classic
2.Classic Sans with no knowledge of AUs
3.Classic Sans with fusion kids
4.Fontcest Classic
5.Sans3D
6.Afterlife
7.Dust
8.Killer
9.Doodle
10.ExperimenTale!Sans
11.Hats
12.DeltaruneSans
13.Sansti
14.Sans3/Omni
Glasses
1.Regular!Glasses
2.NewWorld!Glasses
3.Shard
Horror
1.Badsans!horror
2.Destructeon!horror
3.Horror_Anti
Anti_Error Sans
1.Regular Anti
2.Plumey!Anti
3.Bubble
4.Byte
5.Bitti
6.Vanti
Swap Sans
1.Regular Swap
2.Star Sans Swap
3.Bluerror
4.Erryberry
5.Dad!Swap
6.Snap
7.Orange
9.Swap that became Nightmare’s lover
10.Blueberror
1.Code_Blue
Swapfell/Fellswap Sans
1.Swapfell
2.Gremlin
Fell Sans
1.Regular Fell
2.Fellcest Fell
3.Fell that became Rune’s lover
4.Jailbreak
5.EdGermany
Fallen Sans
1.Rune
2.AfterFallen
3.LustFallen
4.Blackberry
Geno Sans
1.Geno in a poly relationship with Error and Reaper
2.Geno in a happy family with Reaper and Goth
3.Queeno(Deceased)
4.CPAU Geno
5.Japano/Genopan
Fatal_Error
1.1stLoop!Fatal(MIA)
2.2ndLoop!Fatal
3.Oobleck
4.Fatalippines
7.Femme_Fatale
Error Sans
1.Recall
2.Redacted(Deceased)
3.Hobo
4.HQ!Error
5.Post_Error/MOE!Error
6.King Error
7.BadSanses Error
8.Eros
9.AmErrorca
10.Error that had PJ with StarSans Ink
11.PGR!Error
Dream Sans
1.StarSanses Dream
2.Delusion
3.Lil!Dream
4.DRem
Nightmare Sans
1.Bad Sanses Nightmare
a)Weak Nightmare
2.Illusion
3.Lil!Nightmare
4.NewWorldBoss!Nightmare
5.Prismare
Reaper Sans
1.Reaper in a polyrelationship with Error and Geno
2.Reaper in a happy family with Geno and Goth
Ink Sans
1.HQ!Ink
2.Squid
3.Stinky
4.Inx
5.Link
6.Uncle!Ink
AVJverse Sans
1.Auto
3.Topie
4.Matic
5.Corrupto
6.Teen!Corrupto
7.Averse
8.Bitto
9.Autrisk
10.Autopsy
11.Orto
12.Evo
13.Victorian!Auto
14.Narcissto
15.Kiddo
16.A.U.T.O
17.Auto_Correct(Concept)
18.Akills
19.Blue_tooth
Lust Sans
1.Regular Lust
2.CannibaLust
Fusions
2.Paperjam
3.Papercut
4.GEL
6.TechnicalDifficulty
7.Coinkydink
8.Eiron
9.Concord
10.Discord
11.Eirene
12.Dionysus
Cross
1.Cross 1.1
2.Xross
3.DestructEon!Cross
Sans # 0326216336 (1stPacifist Sans)(PurePacifist)
Sans # 0330216342 (Despair Sans)(No mercy Run)
Sans # 0409216200 (PostPacifistGenoSans)(PurePacifist then reset to Genocide)
Sans # 0502216114 (GenoSans)(Pure Genocide)
Sans # 0505216112 (Neutral Sans)(Save Papyrus Run)
Sans # 0510216237 (King Sans)
Sans # 0512216709 (SanzyFresh)
Sans # 0520216518 (Lil Sans)
Sans # 0530216125 (2ndPacifist Sans)(PurePacifist)
Sans # 0706216250 (3rdPacifist Sans)(SemiPostGenocide then reset to Pacifist
Sans # 0903216103 (FourthPacifistSans)(FinishedGenocide converted to Pacifist at still LVL 20
Sans # 1104216121 (M&M Sans)
Sans # 1212216531 (Underboob Sans)(DELETED)
Sans # 1216216654 (Doodle)
Sans # 0517217818 (Embalm)
Sans # 0821217859 (Genderswap Sans)
Sans # 0912217243(HSTale Sans)
Sans # 1003217430 (Sanspool)
Sans # 1031218111 (HappySans)
Sans # 1111218609 (AlterRuneSans)(DELETED)
Sans # 1112218904 (Nass)
Sans # 1125218255 (Sans3D)
Sans # 1125218265 (Sans2D)
Sans # 1216218095(Saturation)
Sans # 1216218106(Hue)
Sans # 1216218117(Brightness)
Sans # 0101219913 (Jingleberry)
Sans # 0124219123 (Template)
Sans # 0124219820 (Pale)
Sans # 0302219849 (AnimeSans-kun)
Sans # 0603219121 (Inquire)(TRANSFERED)
Sans # 0619219105 (Byte)
Sans # 0711219625 (Bitto)
AVJverse children
1.Sans # 0727216210 (Sanriel)(Sans/Toriel)(Child)
2.Sans # 0815217119 (Codeblue)(Fatal/Swap)(Fusion)
3.Sans # 0212218714 (Condiment)(Fell/Rune)(Child)
4.Sans # 1214218543 (Goth)(Death/Geno)(Child)
5.Sans # 1025218110 (Paperjam)(Error/Ink)(Fusion)
6.Sans # 1119218121 (Papercut)(Cross/Ink)(Fusion)
7.Sans # 1223218804 (Lethal)(Fatal/Death)(Codespawn)
8.Sans # 0104219115 (Extinction)(Death/Error)(Child)
9.Sans # 0108219810 (GEL)(Fusion)
10.Sans # 0129219107 (Mortality)(Fatal/Geno)(Codespawn)
11.Sans # 0129219108 (Corruption)(Fatal/Error)(Codespawn)
12.Sans # 0205219725 (Crinkles)(Ink/Cross)(Child)
13.Sans # 0304219715 (Shortcut)(Error/Classic)(Shipchild)
14.Sans # 0309219650 (Incident)(Death/Error)(Child)
15.Sans # 0309219651 (Accident)(Death/Error)(Child)
16.Sans # 0315219614 (Eon)(Error/Geno)(Child)
17.Sans # 0325219162 (Sage)(Geno/Classic)(Shipchild)
18.Sans # 0406219551 (Trojan)(Error/Anti)(Child)
19.Sans # 0415219221 (Savage)(Geno/Fell)(Shipchild)
20.Sans # 0424219121 (Oversight)(Anti/Classic)(Shipchild)
21.Sans # 0601219105 (Quota)(Queri/Auto)(Child)(established birthdate 11/16/19)
22.Sans # 0620219314 (RootKit)(Jailbreak/Anti)(Codespawn)
23.Sans # 0623219120 (Odium)(Error/Swap)(Codespawn)
24.Sans # 0629219105 (Acquire)(Queri/Auto)(Child)
25.Sans # 0724219190 (Auri)(Auto/Queri)(Child)
26.Sans # 0726219454 (BlueTooth)(Auto/Swap)(Fusion)
27.Sans # 0730219205 (TechnicalDifficulty)(Auto/Anti)(Codespawn)
28.Sans # 0815219190 (Minq)(Matic/Pinq)(Child)
29.Sans # 0905219111 (Kuro)(EV!Queri/EV!Auto)(Child)
30.Sans # 0930219210 (Queto)(Auto/Queri)(Child)
31.Sans # 1003219100 (CorruptedFile)(Anti/Anti)(Shipchild)
32.Sans # 1029219195 (Anit)(established birthdate 12/18/19)(Codespawn)
33.Sans # 1114219154 (Mistake)(Jailbreak/Brightness)(Codespawn)
34.Sans # 0126220128 (Suicide)(Auto/Death)(Shipchild)
35.Sans # 0128220717 (Instakill)(Auto/Death)(Shipchild)
36.Sans # 0204220142 (CoPilot)(Corrupto)(Child)
37.Sans # 1023221142 (MapJaper)(Shipchild)
38.Sans # 0310222945 (AJ Pamper)(Eros/Link)(Shipchild)
now for the papyruses
paperrors
ypaspur
cyperus
snap's brother
fallen!papyrus
roman
swappedswap!papyrus
tip_top
and the rest of the characters are history
youre welcome ;)
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