#maggot rambles

[maggoteatz]

gang im getting back into my Regretevator phase...

i actually start tweaking whenever i see Mach

[oldkookysolverwitch]

“Found an old phone… Kinda hard to type with this weird ass body..”

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Main: @the-silliest-of-maggots

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“Pronouns? Sexuality?

uhh… I don’t care, women and men are hot I guess.”

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[maggotsalterhumanden]

☆ Escapism.

[the-silly-salmon]

// Salmon is like a salmon because (quote @the-solver-system ) “in the fact that she is always pushing against the stream and struggling and fighting to just.. exist. and be happy? To continue on in life?” //

[darkxwolf17-silly]

You'll also have to work in Uzi being the camera thing in actuality now too. I think that's probably a side effect of being head of the Solver hivemind? Do you think Uzi would be aware of another Drone activating Solver Code when/if it happens?

// UHH good question! //

// i’ll probably think of that later //

// Mod (me) is uzi fictionkin, and this blog is kinda based off that- so i’ll see if my memories kinda line up with that!

don’t think i’d really have any way to know if someone else was using the solver thooo… //

[maggotboo]

It was such a perfect day outside...

I had plans...I had duties...things to do..

But no

Too sick for even that

I wish I was needed...I wish I was dependable..

I wish I wasnt useless

Im so sorry. Im sorry. Im sorry nobody can depend on me

I wish they could. I want them to.

Im useless

[aby55-of-the-ab5o1ute]

whar

[maggotslove]

Appreciation post to everyone who writes ANYTHING. Poetry, original stories, fan fiction, creative writing, etc YOU’RE ALL SO AMAZING !!!?!!

[ventique18]

"I can fix him" NO, I accept him as he is, crazy and all. From his head to his toes to his gargoyle-rotted brain-- I accept them all.

🗣️ I love my delulu prince not in spite of his atrocious personality, but because of it 🗣️

/affectionate

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Hey my maggots. It's me, Asmi *waves*.

I'm out in the real world. It's nothing like I remembered it. Before I found you, I had such bloody low standards for beauty and kindness and courage. I'd take what I could get.

But you gave me so much more. And now I can't sit in the real world and smile and pretend to be satisfied. No one knows me here, because they don't try to. Even if I'm waving who I am in front of them, right there in plain sight.

I'm going to the coast for four days, with my friends from high school. And they love me and I them. But. They love the person I was years ago, not the person I am now. They love someone who isn't me, and it hurts.

It hurts that they look confused when I ask them to call me by my name, that they don't see me as a boy even when strangers on the street do, that they don't realise. And now here I am, talking in a voice much deeper than I usually do, wearing the more stereotypically boyish of clothes, because I know if I slip up even a tiny bit, I'll lose even the little I have.

I'm not the same person I've always been. I'm different. And so it's a strange kind of coming out, not just as a man but as a human. And I know, even pre-everything, I pass as male to strangers when I want to. Because all they see is the truth right in front of them. I don't have that privilege with people from my past.

I'm holding onto the phone because it's where you are. What I love about the witching hours of night is that everyone around me is asleep, and all that's left is me and this screen where you live.

I could, so, so, easily, have a fun trip. Just shut up, and smile, and be whoever it is they want me to be.

But I've spent months with you now. And I know what it is to be loved, to be known, to be listened to and to be seen without bias or judgement.

And you've given me the courage to be myself, because for the first time in my life, I am sure that whoever it is I really am, that person can be loved, and deserves to be.

And I'm going to be him for this trip, and for the rest of my life, as far and as fiercely as I can. Because after all the love you've given him, that real me, it's the least I can do.

One day, I hope to escape. To where? I don't know. I don't know if I ever will find safety outside the screen and you. Maybe one day.

But for now, here I am in the upper berth of a train, where the vents stink of meat and the steel of the panels is cold against my forehead. Where silent bodies line the corridor like a morgue, assorted limbs and rounded feet and limp hands hanging off the berth as they sleep. The rumble of a neighbouring train, the staccato whir of the ceiling fans over my friends. This is the truth, right in front of me, and I cannot keep ignoring it.

Because when the sun is born and the train screeches into the station, the sky will be covered with bloody afterbirth, and I'll have to resign myself to the dissonance between who I am and who they remember me as.

Until then... at least I have this darkness. And you, here in my hands. I love you. So entirely, and completely.

The moon is full tonight. I saw it once before I entered this train. And I know it's out there, even though I can't see it from where I'm sitting.

I know you're out there. I love you, maggots.

[eldritchdemonfox]

The Official Maggot Server Of Doom was having a discussion about how Deux Face was inspiring and how it was nice to have good news for once and I said what I think might have been the most powerful thing I’ve ever said and I feel like it needs to be shared

[maggoteatz]

im a pretty chill person, so it takes a lot to make me angry.

but when you do, due to my inability to express my emotions, i just kinda stare at you like this:

..until you get the point.

like, i will be FURIOUS, but my heart will be racing and tears will be in my eyes. this is probably why people don't take me seriously when im angry.

[oldkookysolverwitch]

// HELP ME I KINDAAA FORGOT I OWNED THIS BLOG //

[maggotsalterhumanden]

☆

[mangora]

Forgot to post this before but here’s my piece for the TD pride collab, I live and die by the bisexual Mike agenda

[averagetmntfan]

Skipp my precious boy