#lol whoops

[techutones]

the not so main cast

[preservedcucumbers]

working on something kinda spicy

[sugarpasteltmnt]

FRIDAY

[wolf359daily]

*taps mic*

Hello? Is anyone out there?

[raccoonxteeth]

help its all just kyle and hr giger 😭

[applestorms]

HEY JUST SAW YOUR TAGS ON WRT MIZISUA AND YES OMG EXACTLY!!! that’s how i felt about mizisua for a long time until finally the fucked up potential got to me good and now it’s a secondary tier otp as well. everyone please focus more on that stuff!!!!

YES!!! fuck.

it’s the idolization to a fault, natural consequences of making One (1) person the center of your God, World, and Universe. hey guys stop making AUs where they’re both happy and alive. let’s talk about how sua dying only makes mizi blow her up into something even bigger and brighter and more beautiful in her mind, less human and less real. let’s talk about how naïve mizi is to think that they could ever survive this or tie in the first place. let’s talk about the fact that their scores are one single fucking point apart.

i get the parallels but like— guys. c’mon. why are we talking about sua like she’s just a blander, flatter girl-ivan, that score clearly does Not speak to the same kind of intentional sacrifice on her end. she was giving her all for most of that fucking duet. it’s frankly still kind of unclear to me whether or not mizi was actually Aware of the fact that this is a Death Game (or, really, how the fuck she could NOT know considering she’s watched the show before?? i know all her friends like lying to her about the three different flavors of abuse they’re living through but like. c’mon) but regardless, sua clearly knew. how the hell would she manipulate their scores to be that close?? did she see it as a lose/lose and accept the consequences either way, all for the chance to sing on stage with her bestie??? like— if she dies, she doesn’t have to care anymore, but if she lives, then hey mercy kill at least mizi doesn’t have to suffer? what is she like when she’s not stuck as the singular object of mizi’s affections? did mizisua seriously manage to drag both till and ivan into this show, and therefore their deaths through their dumb unrequited crush geometry? how are the scores even formulated? how can mizi be so goddamn oblivious? what happens to the anakt kids that don’t get on the show?

hey. sua. how does it feel to be relegated to the tragic backstory.

[cloudbattrolls]

Ball royalty nomination outfits through the years, aka I don't have a very high bar to beat (as Rory designed Chiloa's outfit and Rai designed Jamie's and those two are the best, lmao) but I intend on smashing it anyway now that my clothing design skills are less shit.

[holdinggrudges]

Just recently read your fic, the Chain and I love your writing! As well as the interesting ways including a medium character changes how the story goes.

But now I wanna know what the character's weirdest customer was when running the psychic shop. Just for fun.

hi hi!! i actually loved this question so much that i wrote a little drabble for it (568 words) but, technically, this isn't actually a customer, exactly. but i think it's sort of fun and hopefully an interesting look into the pre-series era for rewrite!reader. (a tw for religion and some slight christianity bashing lol sorry)

AND btw, if you're seeing this post and have no idea wtf i'm going on about: you should read the chain on ao3 it's super awesome i swear!! (@cafekitsune for dividers <33)

Generally, the people of Sioux Falls seem to appreciate your presence. They recognize you, occasionally, from the times you attended the school here. Some of them think you’re a little odd, perhaps, especially those that have heard of but don’t really believe in your gifts. But they’re kind to you in the grocery store, and the ones who know Bobby tend to tell you they think he’s really mellowed out since you came to live with him (this, you don’t tell him because he would deny it; it warms your heart to hear it anyway). 

Of course, there are the…religious types. Those that feel your shop is tainting the so-called purity of the town, as if the liquor stores and the strip clubs didn’t do that already. You get calls from that crowd at least once a week, cursing you out and calling you an evil heathen. It doesn’t matter how many times you explain to them that you’re not a witch, that you perform no spells, that you commune with no devils, their animosity stays the same. You know what they say: there is no hate like Christian love. 

So when the phone in your shop rings, and the first thing the person on the other line says after your spiel is, “Why are you here?” your first instinct is to just hang it up. You’re not particularly interested in being berated today. But the person on the other end continues, their voice quiet, barely more than a whisper. “You don’t belong here.” It doesn’t occur to you to question how, exactly, such a quiet voice is even being picked up by the microphone.

You rub a hand over your face. “Look, I have as much a right to be here as anyone else. I have a license. If you want to complain, call your damn congressman, ‘cause I don’t give a fuck.” You’re so sick of these fucking fanatics on your ass all the time. As if you don’t feel like enough of a freak without people calling you one to your face once a week. 

But then, the person on the phone says, “Why pull the cards if you aren’t going to listen, child?” 

It sends a chill down your spine because you don’t offer tarot readings at your shop. Missouri taught you to do them, and while they aren’t exactly your spiritual forte, you’re connected enough with people’s energies that you should, theoretically, be able to do them semi-accurately. And you tried, at first, but no matter who you’re reading for, no matter what type of spread you pull, you always, every time, without fail, pull the same card—the same damn card that you pulled the day of Lydia’s funeral, desperate for any sort of comfort or guidance. Wheel of Fortune, reversed. Every fucking time. As if you needed another reminder of your shit luck.

There is, of course, no way this person should know that, though. When you pull the phone away from your face to look at the caller ID, the screen is full of 8’s. Not just where the name should be, but filling up the entire area of it. “What is this?” you ask. 

“The wheel turns, whether you wish for it or not. You can’t escape the pull of fate.” With that, the line goes dead. 

You stop answering the phone without looking at the caller ID, after that.

[astral-corner]

“Red? Red!” Nobody could look away from Red’s body. The entity who’d stolen their friend away had forced its way out in violent lurches before quite literally tearing itself free only to vanish with a hiss and a puff of smoke. In its wake, the body fell limp and pixels spilled out into their own mist; like Red was slowly falling apart like what had stolen their body.

Orange tossed themself down from the files above with little care for their own safety, vision tunnelling as they landed next to their injured friend. Were they-? No... No! They couldn’t just accept that! Red was- Red was-!!

For a moment, everything went dark. Like a blink with your eyes closed a moment too long. Orange felt like they were floating, weightless and woefully untethered.

The world settled back over them much too heavy, and their head fell forward a moment towards the now empty spot before them before they could jerk it back up with horrid realization. Tears burned the edges of their eyes as exhaustion fell over them like a blanket. They wanted this all to be a terrible nightmare, because then they could at least awake to their animal loving friend pressing a cat into their arms for a nap guardian. It’d be easier to deal with than the reality of the empty white staring back at them. Better than hearing their friends’ cries from around them.

They hadn’t even gotten to hold them as they vanished.

[techutones]

shitty and sad sketches for the public

The man who doesn't look like Danielle is Danielle

[thornedraven]

soooo…. i started something today... but i need help.... 🫣

who is he? inu? sess? toga? 👀👀👀👀 gimme your suggestions!!

(also yay?! i started something new within the same week as my last one??? lets not think too hard about the fact that they're both rather spicy... it's fine.)

[all-or-nothing-baby]

anybody else store up posts to be reblogged in their drafts like bought and yet unread novels on a bookshelf?

[catalystcorvid]

When you can make it out in time to write them shower thoughts can actually be life changing

[themotherofhorses]

[loubella77]

18+ account MDNI

This is how my bestie and I talk about men

[fckamare]

when the song is so good listening to it isn’t enough i need to take it up the ass