#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.

[modmad]

He's always helping everybody else to find their happily ever after... but who will save prince charming?

(actually my 2nd entry for the fashion zine heee)

[e3khatena]

Men will literally make a technically impressive Doom mod based on House of Leaves exploring grief and isolation that goes on to win a Gold Cacoward (a Doomworld Forum award they helped create) and the praise of Doom co-creator John Romero instead of going to therapy

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

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

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

The first time you see Her, it is midnight.

She’s glamorous in the effortlessly trendy way one never sees in real life.

She buys juice and a pack of condoms. “You never know,” She says with a wink. You don’t know. You work the night shift at a grocery store.

Warnings: implied domestic abuse

Another Turnchetta steal for @lesmisshippingshowdown

(if you haven't voted, vote here)

[cinamun]

Birthplan | Next

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

[wendadventures]

" . . . "

The beast would look upon the mysterious figure in the convenience store bathroom, in confusion.

" What the hell..? " @sillywendaplush

This bathroom is just full of surprises, isn’t it?

[MELODYNE is now open for asks]

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[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)

[ghostemojiii]

Found out that Taliesin is now romancable without pressing K and forcing it though oRomance and now I have to figure out a scenario where my Dunmer Dragonborn who’s scared of the Thalmor (long story) would ever pursue that (especially when she’s hooking up with Teldryn all of the time*)

Could always just make a new character I guess

[junk-culture]

bottlecap band badges ive made so far ... 🎵

[monitorkernelaccess]

does anyone remember when team salvato had that “for fans by fans” fanart merch contest, but like it had a backstory that monika “wasn’t allowed to participate” cause “she always wins and it would be unfair :(” but like all images of her and mentions of her name were glitched out, and in the background of the promo art there was a piece of paper with her poem “Hole in Wall” mostly erased (and not even in her font asset, just in the neutral/MC handwriting font) so all signs pointed to monika’s file being deleted

but then literally none of that was ever directly acknowledged in the posts or the merch for the contest, or in ddlc+ lore, or on other posts from team salvato’s twitter or monika’s twitter account? so, though it probably wasn’t intended to be lore to begin with, we never got any context for it, even within the constraints of the “backstory” for this specific contest?

…no? just me? ok.

[occasionallycjshipping]

Soul wakes up to raindrops pattering against his window.

Mind remains in his desk chair. Sitting up, and it creaks as he shifts the tiniest bit, and-

“{You stayed?}”

Mind turns around. His lips curl into a smile, and his hand hovers near his mouth, ready to cover it up. Luckily he refrains, so Soul can memorize its mirth, the light in his eyes. Metaphorical. Mind left the light off for him, despite the book sitting in his lap.

“[It would be in poor form to leave my Soul to the rain, wouldn’t it?]” Mind says, oh so casually, but-

Somehow, it doesn’t feel like a joke. Somehow, the knowledge that Mind- what, waited for him to wake up?- feels a bit more like… something that Soul doesn’t have the words for.

The window reflects Mind’s face.

Soul stretches his arms above his head, and it’s a relief to throw his blankets off with the warmth building in his cheeks and in his chest. He opens the window. The rain is unfiltered, splattering onto the ground, threatening puddles. The sun is brighter, too. Soul doesn’t think about it.

He gestures from Mind towards his bed. “{Sit by the window, dearest, you should hear it properly.}”

Mind nods, “[Of course,]” and sits down next to him. He rests his arm on Soul’s thigh. Soul swallows.

“{One time, I tried to sing…}”

Mind picks up the harmony, trusting him with the lead. Soul gives him “Tell me about the sky,” and he only hesitates slightly, his voice deep but soft. Earnest- like words pressed into his palms as the stars shine behind the window. Of course, Soul plays his part for Mind, reciting lyrics that weren’t meant for them.

Soul tilts his lips to Mind’s ear, and almost whispers, “{but I won’t let you lose yourself in the rain.}” A lyric that wasn’t meant for him- but that’s what it sounds like in Soul’s mouth.

“[We have so much left to sing.]”

“{There’s a storm for every spring…}”

“[All you see, and you and me, we came from the stars.]”

Mind looks away from the window, turning his head to aim his gaze directly at Soul.

“{So observe these blues and greens, and embrace this harmony.}”

“[All you see, and you and me, we came from the stars- from the stars, from the stars...]”

Mind sounds- like he’s putting all his effort into it. Like he means this.

Like he means it how Soul means it.

Soul’s mouth dries. He can’t say, “But you know how it goes,” because, well- is this how it goes? Soul can’t imagine feeling resigned about the way Mind sings him.

{Even if it isn’t him. Does it matter who it was meant for? Can’t Soul enjoy the song?}

In lieu of words- in lieu of the somewhat ridiculous thoughts that stick in his head, and the somewhat ridiculous flutter in his gut, like the sun upon him- Soul pulls Mind into his chest. “{The rain is nice today,}” Soul tells him, “{that was good,}” meaning so much more than those adjectives. “{You… you did a good job, dearest.}”

Mind makes a little surprised noise in the back of his throat. Or - Soul doesn’t need to avoid embarrassing him in the comfort of his own head, or anywhere, ever - Mind squeaks, eventually stuttering out, “[So- well- so did you.]” He seems to think that Soul’s going to break this, but slowly, he relaxes into Soul’s body. His hands raise, almost wavering in the air, and then he reciprocates the hug.

They hold on tight until the rain stops.

[blocktalesconfessions]

im foaming at my mouth I need Cruel King so bad

Cruel King pats the top of your head and delicately wipes the foam from your mouth. "Must you come here now?" he asks, casting a brief glance at the guards standing beside the throne. But there are no nobles in the room at the moment, and the knights wisely do not say anything as he relents to your desperate eyes and scoops you up onto his lap.

[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 !!!)