#mod wrote a thing?!

[blocktalesconfessions]

OMG WRITE MORE PLEAZE

gives you my most evil grin. sure

The king was not entirely sure how he had gone from interrogating a time-traveling intruder to resting on his bed with said intruder in his arms, but he was sure of one thing-- he was never going to ask the voices for romantic advice again.

They shifted in his grasp, snuggling up against his chest without a care in the world. He sighed and moved one of his hands to ruffle their hair, casting a brief glance at the door as he wondered what the chances of a knight walking in on this were. Still, he couldn't deny that it had been a long time since he'd been close to someone like this, so he would enjoy it while it lasted.

In the back of his mind, the voices urged him to freeze them quickly, to plunge his dagger into their heart while he had the opportunity. Perhaps he should have, but... he simply had to know. At least that was what he was telling himself.

The warmth of their body was surprisingly nice. He'd almost stopped noticing how cold he had started to feel ever since he had taken the Icedagger. They began to fall asleep, their breathing evening out, and he pulled the blanket over to cover them. The buzzing voices rose to a crescendo as he settled into a more comfortable position, extremely displeased with his inaction, but he thought back to sunnier days and decided to deny them for just a bit longer.

Tomorrow, he could get his answers. He had lost far more than a mere night of sleep for the sake of his kingdom, so perhaps he could indulge himself just this once. Just for one more night.

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Joel: Bdubs, you are the tallest man I know.

[cinamun]

Birthplan | Next

*Bonus: Help choose Jackson's sister's name! <-

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

DAVE: if we dont deromanticize making out with your friends america is doomed

KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK IS AMERICA?

[dol-dee]

Monster of your own making

[gladiatorcunt]

han solo wants what atton rand has

[thsc-confessions]

"this fandom is what got me into reading fanfics" submitted by @cyancatart

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Commit His Body to the Ground

A spinoff drabble of Dust to Dust focusing on Nightmare this time to celebrate reaching 200 followers. It's pretty short & was written in one sitting. Trigger warning for character death! Happy reading!

Nightmare stands in shock as he sees one of his tentacles stabbed through Dream's chest, the other looking back at him with the same shocked expression.

Slowly, as Dream starts to dust away, Nightmare's corruption begins to melt off of him, occasionally sloughing off in semi solid chunks & hitting the ground with a splat.

As this happens, Nightmare falls to his knees next to the pile of dust that's slowly growing, hands limp next to him as he tries to process what he just did.

He didn't mean to, really! He thought Dream would dodge as usual & their song & dance would continue for years to come, battles fought with wins & losses on both sides.

But even as the others likely continue to fight around him, occupied with their own opponents, all that Nightmare can hear is silence, ringing in his skull.

"I-I didn't mean to."

He thinks he says, jaw moving, but no sound reaches him.

Slowly reaching towards the now disintegrated body of his brother, his twin, Nightmare hovers a shaking hand over it, wanting to touch it, since maybe it was all an illusion, but hesitant, because what if it wasn't?

Leaning over the pile of stagnant dust, he blinks in shock as he sees a droplet fall onto it. It must have started raining, but why wasn't he getting wet?

A second droplet falls next to the first & this time Nightmare can see a purple tinge to it. Oh, he thinks to himself. I'm crying. When was the last time he had properly cried?

As purple tears begin to fall faster, Nightmare slowly comes back to himself, hearing fading back in as he realizes he can't hear any sounds of fighting.

Looking up, he startles as he sees both his own gang & the Stars standing around him, varying expressions spread amongst them.

Still crying, Nightmare can't resist looking back down at the pile of dust in front of him & spots the yellow cape Dream always wore, partially buried.

With a trembling hand, he carefully picks it up & pulls it close to himself. Looking back up at the others surrounding him, he speaks in a voice wobbly with emotion.

"I killed my brother."

[rockthefiredetonation]

Happy Holidays everybody! Me and Mod Fatz(@mr-grizzed) have been working on this lil thing all December!!!

Costume Descriptions in order: Beach Bear: Himself... Mitzi: Clara from The Nutcracker! Dook: Rudolph Fatz: Santa Claus! Billy Bob: Also Santa Claus! Looney: A Christmas Tree Rolfe 'n Earl: An elf and the Grinch! (Bonus lil thing under the cut !!!)

[silly-stage-au]

what ships (Other than Bettyanne) are canon?

And also Roro and Vampwolf

[introject-culture]

This is- kinda a am I plural ask I suppose?

Do you/your community have any tips for me, a host who is kinda being forced to recognize the rest of the system as. Real

(I was, trying very hard to believe that I'm not a system and that previous lines of thinking was simply psychosis since we have experienced that before but. Lately things have been happening that I just. Dont know how to explain with any explanation other than being a system. (The most recent event being me switching out and the alter that fronted making a entire blog for himself and I only know it happened because whenever. Switching happens I normally get a overview of whatever whoever was in front did (kinda like. Waking up from a dream but a lot vaguer? A bullet list with some pictures)

Do you have any advice/resources on accepting everything? I'm just really not sure what to do honestly

Hi there! Honestly, we kind of just went with it for the most part (which might have been weird? unsure haha) so our advice may not be as helpful as we’d hope— but of course we’ll try!

One thing that seems to help is trying to communicate more. This could be through notes, or trying to communicate just in your head, it doesn’t even really need to be full sentences, just.. emotions or images or thoughts.

Trying out presenting as a system online certainly helped our host with it! Just talking about your experiences can help assure yourself/selves that, yeah, this is real, this is happening, we exist.

If anybody else has advice, we’d appreciate it a lot if y’all could share it! Again, we mostly went with it once we realized for some reason so idk if all of this will be quite that helpful unfortunately.

(ps, sorry for the late response! we didnt have access to internet and stuff for a while because our family dragged us on a vacation lol)

[blocktalesconfessions]

The way I would let him torment me in the dungeon tho..../silly

sigh. cracks knuckles

he has you frozen in ice up to your neck but you keep grinning at him with a stupid look (and blush) on your face and he really has no idea what to think of that. he can barely get a single relevant word out of you about the future because every time you talk it's just another horrible pickup line or joke he doesn't understand. it's admittedly kind of flattering that you seem to like him this much but the guards are starting to exchange funny looks and public executions are bad for morale. so he says something like "i will spare this one. they seem as though they could be an asset to this kingdom in the future" and whaps you with the scepter to break the ice. while you're dazed he makes his escape, having a guard bring you a blanket and hot cocoa or something later so you don't die of hypothermia while he tries to ask the voices how to flirt so he can steer the next interrogation into actually relevant stuff (if he was ever married/dating before it was definitely arranged lol)

[forcebookish]

ok i think i'm a wee burnt out re: writing so i'm going to refrain from opening documents and listlessly staring at them lol if i get an idea i'll write it down of course but i'm not going to try to force anything

kinda bad timing considering novella november is in three (four? do you count november 1st?) days...

[the-blind-geisha]

About Like Bombing:

Or spamming or whatever it is people call it.

I really don't mind if folks do it. It's totally fine. It's a beautiful thing to see you liked whatever it was I posted to throw a like my way.

But I cannot tolerate the like bombing on my Assassin's Creed stuff. If it keeps happening, you might sadly see yourself hard or soft-blocked.

To make a long story short I was harassed for half a year from 2 or 3 bi-phobic people who hated the idea I wrote a canonically bisexual character with women. They really wanted that character only with men and nothing else. The fact I was one of the loud voices in the fandom made me their primary target. (Not like I could help that last part, as I am always happy if I am moisturized and in my lane thriving with like 5 people supporting me and my works).

I had to threaten to doxx this person and file a report against them since online harassment is illegal where I live (as I had a hidden IP tracker on my blog and these people were literally wishing death upon me) just to make them stop. By then, the damage was done. Looking at my Assassin's Creed works hurt. In fact, if I could, I'd delete all the things I reblogged and wrote about it. But alas, Tumblr doesn't make that easy. Even when I did delete a few of my fics, my own fans turned against me when I deleted works they cherished. I was hurt from all sides.

So please: if you're going to follow this blog or the other, you're not going to find anything but backlogs of my Assassin's Creed days. I do not like the fandom anymore, and I'll be damned if I can even be paid to return.

That's how much the fandom hurt me.

So if you want to fave bomb anything, please—do not fave bomb my AC stuff. That always washes bad memories on me.

Thanks.

[florathegnarpian]

BMFD Rain World Infection AU

SHORT BONUS CHAPTER (Post-Prologue, Pre-Chapter-I) - Thanks!

(random fun fact about the AU: Iterscugs aren't rodents like scugs are. They're actually canines. Yes this means you can call them Slugdogs.)

DS stood in his chamber, always checking if anyone entered the pipe. For a long time nothing had entered the can other than Ditzy, who laid next to him. The pipe entrance flashed, and Nightcat entered. They'd only taken a single bite out of the Bloodmoon Flower, leaving most of it left.

"Oh! You've come back!" DS greeted excitedly. Nightcat stayed silent as usual, but gave the remaining part of the Bloodmoon Flower to DS and Ditzy. The two of them didn't say anything as Nightcat gestured for them to eat it. "Well, you seem like you turned out fine," DS said as he took the flower, "I'll eat more of it than this little creature beside me though in case it does become bad." The iterscug and rot-infected slugcat relucantly ate the flower.

DS suddenly noticed something when he looked at Nightcat. "Wait, aren't you usually wary of anything like this?" he questioned, "Or I suppose you could've just suddenly changed." Ditzy randomly meowed persistently to him, as if trying to tell him something. "I'm sorry little creature, I don't have the ability to understand you," he responded. Ditzy pouted as he laid back down, and afterwards, Nightcat dashed off in a hurry.

"Hm. That's an odd time to be dashing off," DS remarked, "Or the rain could is supposed to come and I don't know." He quickly checked the timer before starting the rain as he noticed the timer being finished. "They'll live. There's a shelter outside the access shaft, even though I don't know why sheltering here isn't convenient to most," he said before laying down to rest just as Ditzy was. "They aren't planning something nor have done something to us anyway. Surely not."

[osomatsuconfessions]

Happy 100 And A Few Confession We Loove YouAnd Your Repetitive Discourse So Much.