#no I do not regret it

[ilostmyhat-lilkittygirl]

Basil And Aubrey are Overhated

No, I will not elaborate. They are both the best, most real characters in Omori and you all suck.

LOOK AT HIM <3 HOW COULD YOU HATE HIM?

HER TOO!!! SO PRECIOUS MY BBG!!!

[doridumbington]

i made uhh hallucination art but got a bit cray crayyyyyy 😜😜😜😜😜

[tendebill]

more gay people i drew at school

[circeius-invidioso]

I don't post often.

But when I do I ask you to

Hear me out...

In continuation to an old post I made about big E designing a harem instead of an army. I bring forth new evindence to support my claims alongside my greatest ms paint photo editing skills.

We shall title this conspiracy as followed.

Let's start by asking the obvious question. How can we trust big E to tell the truth. Sure he said that this is what he intended his soldiers to look like.

But. What if?

What if this emps had to change plans last minute to cover his ass. It would make sense that there would be a mixup in the project whitepapers.

The evidence to support this claim are there.

Let me give you an example. Do you know the dating sim called.

If you don't. Tldr: Its a game where you romance a bunch of dads.

Let me show you the 40k version.

It fits right?

So with this knowledge. Let me present.

Dream daddy 40k version.

We begin with the basic game.

Then we go to the first expansion. (I swear this joke makes more sense if you have played sims 3.)

The second expansion will be... (I am not sorry for this joke)

Third comes.

Fourth. (Again. I am not sorry for this joke.)

Last but not least.

In conclusion.

I am not saying that gw should make a dating sim.

All I am saying is.

That gw should make a dating sim.

[girl-named-matty]

Me starting the day on February 10th, 2023: Ah I think it'll just be a normal day. Maybe I'll play that new Harry Potter game or something. Me ending the day on February 10th, 2023: I met my husband today.

[asteria7fics]

Fun EWILY fact for you goobers! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

All of the locations the boys visit in the fic that aren’t directly pulled from the show are actually real places in and around Denver! You can (and should NOT) go on an EWILY tour and visit them!

[violant-apologia]

i'm sure it's been pointed out before, but here's a neat thing i noticed with incarnadine fur robes - mild spoilers for late ambition: nemesis! (i think. i've never played nemesis actually)

mr mirrors and mr cups both use the same addage when you go to them for a second time!

mr mirrors:

"For you see you have interrupted my clearing out! A collection is only worth its lowliest piece, and as any good collector knows, one discovers better and rarer finds as the years pass! Indeed, one grows to live for the acquisition thereof!"

mr cups:

"We tamed the winds. But no longer. A foul reminder. Remove it from me, Mr Sacks. A collection is only as good as its lowliest piece, and there are some lost things I do not wish to claim."

which is a pretty fun hint to what's going on with them, i think.

[midglings]

So I'm playing this fucking game again

[seamajoor]

A Lighthouse

[gummybugg]

"A Ten But..." Tag

Thank you very much to @writernopal for this tag! See what she wrote here!

Did I get too carried away with this tag? You be the judge. (warnings in the tags)

📺

“Lights, camera, action!” Someone yells from behind the fuchsia game show curtain. The words “A Ten, But…” flash on Your television screen in a neon, flower-power font that is reminiscent of one of those dating shows from the 60s. We hear the narrator announce, “Live from Jemmah’s basement…it’s the show A Ten, But…!” accompanied by applause and cheering from the “live studio audience.” As the words fade, we start to see our contestants on center stage. They are chained against their will to podiums graciously adorned with overly-saturated flowers. Surrounding them is a cream-colored set covered in retro flower print. Amidst the catchy music, a narrator announces our host: “…And here’s the star of the show, and our host, Clementine!” Our host makes his way to center stage with a microphone in hand, waving to the “audience.”

Clementine explains the rules of the game to the audience. Each contestant is competing for a chance to win the heart of You, the viewer. How lucky You are!

“Thank you, thank you! We are all so very glad to be here tonight…” Clementine turns to look at the contestants’ irritated faces. “Well, at least one of us is!” A laugh track backs him up. He paces around to each of the podiums to introduce our guests one by one: Jemmah, Silas, Dex, and Bianca. Each of their names flash on the screen next to their faces as we are introduced to each guest.

Jemmah, the goth witch who'd rather not be here. Silas, the cowboy demon, who has a penchant for personality quizzes and pretty witches. Dex, the bleeding skeleton who thinks this entire show is worse than the curse that turned him into a bloody bones. Bianca, the cyclops with a usually bubbly attitude, who is confused by it all yet wants to see how this pans out.

"Any questions, dear contestants?"

Jemmah hits her buzzer, alarming Clementine. “Can you get out of my house?”

Clementine adjusts his blond hair and flashes a Hollywood smile, “Ah-ah! Not yet, my love! First, we must complete the first rou—”

Silas smashes their buzzer with record speed, interrupting his spiel. “Oh, shit, my bad. There was a bug on the buzzer. It was really bugging me.” They giggle at their effortless pun and everyone rolls their eyes. A laugh track plays in the background out of Clementine’s control. He takes a deep breath to steady his growing temper. He’s beginning to question why he installed buzzers in the first place.

“Are there any more questions before we begin?” He asks. Much to his surprise, no one answers. They really don’t seem to be having as much fun as he anticipated. Well, no matter. The show must go on!

Clementine walks up to Jemmah. She tries to take a step back but remembers the chain fixing her to her post.

“Now, Jemmah is a ten…” Clementine draws his words out as if priming an accordion before a solo, “And gods is he a ten! I mean look at his perfectly wavy, purple hair and stunning, turquoise eyes…it’s enough to make any man fall to his knees, begging, pleading—” Jemmah clears his throat, bringing a scowling Clementine back down to Earth.

“Right. So Jemmah is a ten, but he has a stick up his ass.” He swiftly finishes. Jemmah scoffs, speechless. Silas rears their fist back but is caught by their chain. Bianca scolds Clementine for the use of profanity on public television. Dex stands there, bleeding.

“Oh, like you’re any better!” Silas stands up on their podium and points at Clementine, “This guy is a ten, but he doesn’t know what ‘no’ means!” Clementine reels back in disgust at such an accusation.

“Oh, yeah? Silas is a ten, but created a false religion that influenced millions of people in a completely different dimension to worship Jemmah—for who knows why!” He snapped.

“They did what, now?!” Jemmah stares at Silas, who throws their hands up in defense.

Bianca joins in the fun: “Clementine is a ten, but he still crawls back to his ex in hopes she still loves him!” Her bubbly giggles fill the air.

Clementine’s face turns even more sour. “Bianca is a ten, but she can’t tell the difference between romantic and platonic feelings!” Bianca crosses her arms and pouts in response.

Clementine points to the podium behind her: “And Dex is a ten, but he just bleeds! He bleeds everywhere! Seriously, you’re a walking crime scene, man!”

Our host straightens his cyan suit and makes his way back to center stage to announce the (albeit short) ending of the first round. Things aren't going as planned. But there's always next time, right?

You notice our contestants slowly turning to the bloody skeleton hunched behind his podium. He had been minding his business listening to Nirvana on his headset the entire game. At the mention of his name, Dex stands up, all eight feet of his stature towering over everyone.

“Clementine, I wouldn’t say shit if I were you, given you were kicked out of the country club in the sky all because you had a Freddy Krueger power trip.”

The entire studio goes silent. Clementine stands with his back to the contestants, gripping his microphone. The spotlights flicker in irritation. The flowers wrapped around each podium rapidly age and fall into rotten clumps on the stage. Maggots begin crawling out from the floorboards, their lifespans fluctuating wildly. The entire facade of the set wavers before us. But this doesn’t faze our contestants, because they know it’s just an illusion.

“Aw, did that strike a nerve, bitch boy?” Dex delivers the final nail in the coffin and puts his headphones back on.

Jemmah snorts. Bianca covers her mouth. Silas bursts out cackling and points at Clementine, who, despite trying to appear collected, turns several shades of pink. Laughter fills the air and our dear host is the butt of the joke!

Before things can get worse, Clementine quickly decides to wrap things up: “Aaand that’s all the time we have! Thank you, everyone, for tuning in!”

Over chaotic giggles, personal insults, and distorted audio clips of a “live studio audience,” we start to see the curtains draw and our beloved game, A Ten, But… come to an end. The lights fade, and immediately after, an ad for kitty litter plays.

Gently passing the tag to @bilbotargaryen, @helenofsmoke, @randomstuff3856, @junypr-camus, @bekandrew, @lyutenw, @lalalovezfrenchfriez, @murosakiiro, @elshells, @jay-avian, @charlesjosephwrites, @talesfromaurea, and anyone else who wants to hop on in because this is an open tag!

[soupvnova]

Happy Halloween!!!!

I’ve recently been combining my fixations at the moment and made a splatoon AU with kirby characters. So heres Gala (Galacta Knight) and Sailor Dee! Representing Team Slasher and Team Spooky (Supernatural) respectively.

Which horror movie genre do you prefer to watch?

[underlocker]

Fit was sent to fix an abandoned Federation radio tower for use by the Resistance a day or two ago???

BRB the FNAF vibes are too strong with that one need to make a fangame

[pookieboi]

is it so wrong to just want to be his armrest

[jedi-bird]

Worked on putting more pictures up and moved a few around. I'm not fully sure I'll leave the Star Wars tarot ones where they are yet. I'll have to think about it for a bit. I'm going to start working on adding pictures to our bedroom next.

[chloelouygo]

Today i am fuelled by spite and sour patch kids

[little-soldiers]

we’re in an intermission rn but the opener was really good