#oh and i don't know if that one glitch still exists so i'm trying to get the big fic posted before 7pm my time

[bifuriouswaterbender]

Not me editing the first chapter of He's All That wanting to post it today but also wanting to finish my bingos off with it as the free space for both, so I've got the last prompt doc open like I'm going to magically finish that today to post first.

[wobbmin]

PEAK HAS LORE

OH MY ACTUAL GOD I JUST LISTENED TO BITE ME AND IT'S PERFECT! Not just because it's a banger, but the actual meaning behind the song in relation to Cyn is EXACTLY what I've wanted with her this whole time.

At first, I wasn't sure if the singer was supposed to be Uzi or Cyn, but later on it seems to definitely be Cyn, especially at the 1:00 mark saying how she's so far gone and even says "eat my heart, take my soul, let it burn you" which is exactly what Uzi did.

So, knowing that Cyn is singing, it makes the part at 2:13 VERY interesting

"You should let me go I'M NOT WORTH SAVING We won't let them know

Let them carry on LET THEM SWALLOW YOU You won't save me too

WE WON'T LET THEM SWALLOW YOU"

If it is Cyn singing, then this part is the real Cyn saying to not only not worry about saving her, but also to not let the heroes know she's still there so they don't have to feel sorry and can move on. Most of the other lyrics seems to be the Solver singing through Cyn.

This. It's exactly what I've wanted.

The real Cyn truly was still in there somewhere, but that latter part of what she's saying is why there’s no actual “she’s still in there” moment.

I have long been an advocate of “Cyn is also an unwitting victim of the Solver” ever since episode 5 - hell, ever since that brief glimpse of her in episode 4 - and this confirms it. I so badly wanted Cyn's real personality to shine though for a moment, maybe to apologize and/or ask to be killed and freed, but it just being part of the song in the background makes it even more tragic.

Cyn knows she must be stopped at all costs, and she would rather her family think she’s either already gone or never existed than make them get hung up on trying to save her from the Solver, especially after seeing the lengths and dangers N went to to save Uzi from possession.

It’s such a beautifully sad fate. I don’t know if it’s the Solver or Cyn herself now living in Uzi’s tail (the latter would explain why it’s suddenly friendly to her after she ruined everything for it), but one thing is clear: Cyn cares about her family and wants them to win, even if she has to die.

It’s weird. After the finale left me with that classic, inevitable, “now what?” hollow feeling when a show ends, listening to this song on its own gave me one last closure with the series I didn’t think I’d get. Like, I genuinely can't describe the feeling in my chest when I realized what I was hearing after thinking the last chance for it to happen had already passed. I am so happy right now.

(Yes, I know I could have heard those lyrics in the original video, but I'm bad at picking up on lyrics mid-action, and a part of me feels like some time to marinate on the ending helped make this realization more impactful.)

Thank you, Murder Drones. Thank you, Glitch. Thank you, Liam. This has been the most fun hyperfixation I’ve ever had, and I don't expect it to end any time soon.

[sparklingdemon]

so here's a random cody fun fact for yall since the subject was too niche to be brought up via ask on the blog itself -

let's talk abt the static/glitchiness you can see inside of cody's cuffs. we already know that the merge between red and leaf into becoming trainer cody was not a clean process. cody describes their amputated floating ghost hands as "leftover scars" of the assimilation process. one might assume that the glitching inside of their cuffs is just that, leftover glitchiness from their time as the glitchy red/leaf.

but that's just how the player sees their scars. cody sees them a bit differently.

any blood and gore is not "supposed" to exist, and definitely not supposed to be seen by the player. so the game "censors" it from the player's view, in the form of glitches.

of course, glitches don't always equal gore, but gore always equals glitches. so if cody were to get a bloody cut for whatever reason, the wound would appear glitchy to the player, but if cody were to encounter a glitch pokemon and their graphics got corrupted, that doesn't mean cody would turn into a mangled mess of gore in-universe. so, when red/leaf were forced to live in the same body, they were actually just glitchy, they didn't become a weird gory mass.

(i actually drew an answer to an ask once that would have demonstrated this "censorship" mechanic, but i decided to scrap it. more about that under the cut)

there was the idea i had of cody getting so upset over capturing pikachu that they try to break its pokeball against the wall with their hand, accidentally cutting it in the process.

the reason it was cut was because i decided 1) i wanted cody to refuse to talk to the players At All for the first half of pikachu's capture. 2) i didn't wanna go through the effort of showcasing that yes, breaking the pokeball really had no effect and it Did just show up back in cody's pocket

under the cut of this theoretical post, i would have shown what cody's hand really looked like. the photo filter is gone, to show that this is from cody's pov, not the player's.

ngl this scene was still pretty metal and i'm sad i couldn't include it. oh well! with every story, there's always something or other that doesn't make the final cut...

[l3v1s-g4m3r]

obey me fnaf au cuz I'm still figuring out ST au mc out

implied lower case btw

you groaned as you hit the marble floor hard.

this was not how the experiment was supposed to go.

you were trying to achieve something greater, much like your father, William Afton. he had managed to unlock the secret to immortality, to living forever, hence why youre still alive and look 24 when in reality, you're 103.

before you died, merely even just hours, you thought of your father as a monster, a terrible man no one should strive to be like. oh how you laugh looking back at yourself. I guess being ripped apart limb by limb while inspecting your favorite animatronic for damage changed you. but hey on the bright side, he's your companion now! along with bonbon too!

but anyways, the great thing you were trying to achieve was interdimensional travel. the ability to travel through differing universes.

this was not how your first trial was supposed to go.

you were trying to at least go to a dimension to see yourself! how life is like here!

but noooooo, you get teleported to fucking hell of all places! maybe it's a sign.

now 11 weirdos are looking at you like your a goddamn demon! well, actually, you're in hell, so their looking at your like your an angel.

"uh hi..?" you speak breaking the extremely uncomfortable silence. I mean if they ain't gonna talk, you will!

immediately after you manage to get your greeting out, you are instantly held by an invisible force. not being able to move, you voice your concerns.

"ok what the fuck, I literally just said hello." you manage to say while struggling to get out.

"who are you, why are you here?" a tall, raven haired man questions, clearly having authority over this meeting.

you don't speak. what should you say? what if the Aftons exist here? they could know you and use you for some batshit crazy experiments down here!

"I'm mc...miller." you claim hoping they don't see through your (hopefully) not obvious lie.

murmuring is heard across the room, and you catch a purpleish-blue haired boy with headphones on staring at you with wide-eyes. he seems to know you, probably a damm game theory watcher, if that even exists in hell. you scowl at him.

"what should we do with them?" "should we keep them here?" "they look human!"

"what are you?" the man asks, clearly not giving fraction of a shit about the mutters behind him.

well, technically you are human, but you are also a demon, a glitch, an entity, a ghost, and an animatronic! they don't seem to like humans very much though, from the menacing stares sent your way from the mention of a possibility of you being human.

or maybe they do? you don't wanna find out to be honest.

you decide to go with the best option.

"I'm a demon, a universe travelling one." you decide on demon. they are demons too anyways. saying human would just get you killed.

"why are you here? and what sin do you possess?" he presses you for information.

you fucking hated it.

also what the fuck does he mean by sin?

"my travelling attempt went wrong and well.." you trail off, deciding to show them your horns and tail.

you close your eyes and they suddenly pop into reality. they are long, and they glitch and flash colors of green, purple, black, and white.

audible gasps are heard.

next to come is your tail. different from yours horns but similar in a way. they glitch more, but only in purple and green.

"I'm a...wrath demon...?" you say, attempting to choose your words wisely.

you look around the room and a blonde-haired boy with green eyes is now staring at you. it's pretty damn clear he can see through your lie. you can't say the same for everyone else in the room.

the man infront of you goes to speak with a redheaded man. he seems to be the boss, even though he seems... nice somehow?

that same nice-looking man comes up to you.

"you may stay with Lucifer and his brothers until you find your way home." he gestures slightly towards the man you spoke with earlier as he says the name.

"thank you kind sir. your act is greatly appreciated." you bow in front of the man, earning a small smile from a certain butler.

"but," he starts again "you will have to go to school at my academy." he finishes with a smile, as if happy with your presence.

"anything to get home." you say, taking his offer.

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ch. 1 done! I have this au all figured out mwuahahahahahahah!

[ask-marios-apprentice]

Meggy's Story

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For today's post. I would like to talk especially about three things

This is going to be a long post.

There is some more violent and graphic content in this post that is not for the faint of heart. Read at your own feet.

I would like to thank Glitch Production and the writers of the SMG4 series. I will be attempting to retell one of their most important arcs for the blog. I apologize if I mess up or have anything unsavory. I'm trying to mesh The SMG4 existing canon with my interpretation and my additions to the Mario universe.

Enjoy with your own caution and my warning.

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For some reason. Meggy wanted to hang out last night.

They were gonna have some holiday gala thing at the castle. So Meggy needed to get out.

And apparently, her friend Tari is in New York for a Game competition. so she won't be back until next week.

Garth: Is there any reason why you wanted hang out with me. I think the splat arena is open.

Meggy: Yeah. But its mostly younger kids. It's not really a challenge.

Garth: Oh. … So what do you want to do.

Meggy: eh. I don't really care. As long as I can get back after my dad thinks he can do a "Backwards Long Jump" up the stairs.

Garth: Wait what?

Meggy: never mind. Why don't we go to your hometown and not talk about that.

Garth: Uh...Sure.

We used the warp.

We are both feeling kind of hungry so we just had decided to head to Jumpy' Sweets.

I ordered a Funnel cake and Meggy ordered an elephant ear

Meggy: This elephant ear is... The best thing I have ever eaten!!!

Why don't we have this on Panko.

Garth: FDA I think. [Redacted information] has made [More Redacted Information] more sought out after [Even More Redacted Information]

Meggy: If I could eat this. I'm willing to not eat DonMichaels ever again.

Garth: I mean I guess if you do it in moderation. You can still have both.

Meggy: Yeah but if I ever want to when splatfest for... Wait have i ever told you the story?

Garth: What story?

Meggy: The story of how I decided to win splatfest.

[Flashback: Summer 2009]

In an orphanage, Inkopolis

A young inkling was setting up her new bunk.

She had lost her parents to a car crash 3 years ago.

With no close enough relatives, she was put into foster homes and orphanages across the city.

~

Garth: Is that you?

Meggy: What do you think?

Garth: Sorry.

~

Recently there was a string of kidnappings happening

Only inklings and Octolings were being kidnapped.

So it was highly encouraged that they would only be outside with an adult or in heavily populated.

The orphanage was actually on lockdown.

???: Hey dweeb

Meggy: [Sigh] Desti. What do you want?

Desti: Me and some of the other kids were going to sneak out to the range to practice tonight.

Meggy: And?

Desti: We wanted to see if you wanted to come with.

Like a dumb[redacted]. I decided that that would be a good idea.

Desti: {Shoots ink] So what do you want to do when you grow up.

Meggy: I dunno. maybe be a Professional Splatfest player.

Desti: Really. [Snickers] Good luck trying. I'm going to be better than you.

~

I'm going to cut in here and give an abridged version since I can't remember the entire conversation.

It boiled down to light teasing and how they both want to win Splatfest. Meggy was a bit more casual while Desti was competitive. It was a bit nerve-racking yet a bit sweet.

~

Yet. Like a couple of sitting ducks.

Desti and Meggy: WHAT IS THAT!?!?

We were captured.

We did not know who kidnapped us. But it was a terrible thing to happen to us.

They kidnapped us. and transported us for what felt like forever.

When we were finally allowed out of the buckets. We found ourselves in a makeshift jail cell.

Desti: Where are we

Meggy: I'm unsure. but wherever we are. It sure is creepy.

There were lots of other inklings, outflings, and other Inkana citizens. Anyone who could produce ink.

We saw them as a group of people. not particularly threatening It was mostly nerds. But there were a few other people. But the most notable one was a large lizard in a shirt.

They grabbed an inkling by the neck. Forcing him into a cartridge. They used a device. I'm not sure what it was. But it looked like a giant ink pen.

???: Get It ready. I want to have this up and running. The

???: But Francis Are you even sure it will work.

Francis: If it doesn't. Increase the EMP Frequency with that Axolotle. Then demand the proper instructions again.

Whatever was going on. It was not good.

They forced a bunch of inklings and outflings into chains. Allowing them to drag them to who knows where.

They had come for us.

They were going to drain us of our ink. Ourselves.

~

Garth: Wait. Isn't ink getting removed from you all the time? Like sweat or carbon dioxide? I mean, You would realistically lose a lot when in a turf war or any other time when you use ink.

Meggy: Okay. One stop interrupting me, and two, it's okay if an inkling expels a little bit of ink. Even a decent amount if they replenish it quickly. Now let me get back to the story.

~

After they had tested the device.

They had dragged us to these large tubes. All bunched up together

It was not looking good for us. They had decided to drain us like leeches. Using us for ink until we were almost dead.

Francis: Let's drain this batch. My waifu is losing its luster and I need a new one.

They were using our ink.

For Waifus.

Apparently, there were also some people who wanted to use it for cheap work or something.

But it seems like they were using it for Waifus

They were going to use the ink pen thing on us.

Lucky us. They slipped up and broke our chains with the pen's ink. It made a large sword.

Those of us who could get out made a mad dash to get out of there.

Not all of us made it however.

They had this glass wall that closed.

Meggy: Desti!

Desti: Meggy!

The wall closes

Meggy: Don't worry. Ill find help.

Desti: You better. Just promise you'll come back.

Meggy: I promise. Keep fighting.

I ran like Underwhere.

I was being chased through the sewer.

Luckily, there was a manhole cover up ahead

After I jumped out into a place. It was called...Something Aurora. I managed to hide in a nearby bucket of paint.

That was the last thing i remember before falling asleep from being tired.

~

Garth: What happed to the other escapees?

Meggy: i don't know. I think some were caught, others went down the same path as me.

Garth: Have you tried getting in contact with them.

Meggy: I think so. I went to the retirement party of an old woman i escaped with.

But lets get back on topic. And stop interrupting me

~

Mario and Peach had just gotten off of recent political discussion. Citizens from Inkana had been kidnapped. but immigrated citizens had also been attempted to be kidnapped.

To get there minds off of it in order to destress. They decided to do some painting.

Wall Painting for some reason.

They opened up a can of paint to find...

Mario: An Inkling?

Peach: What?

Mario?: I found an inkling in a can of orange paint. She seems unconscious but otherwise okay.

After i had woken up. I was to tired to even talk.

~

Meggy: i had spent Grambi knows how long in a bucket. Its a miracle i did not get brain damage or stunted growth.

Garth: I didn't even say anything that time.

~

They treated me like a kid. I hadn't felt like that in years.

To be honest. It felt nice.

Even if they were calling authorities for missing persons report.

They still made me feel comfortable.

I remember that after the day i had. It was quite possibly the best day i had in years.

They sang me a lullaby before putting me to bed.

But in the morning. I had finally gotten my voice back.

And first thing (totally not after a delicious breakfast) i had explained the entire situation

Mario and Peach: FRANCIS!?!

Meggy: You know him?

Peach: I had to go through a [shudders] dating sim.

Mario: 2003 was a horrible year. But you know where he is?

Meggy: Something Aurora. i went through a sewer. Red bricks.

Mario: You must be talking about Port Aurora The 17 Street and Coconut Avenue Intersection.

Meggy: Maybe that's it. But i'm unsure if that is the location.

Peach: I'm sure of it. We actually had gone on a walking tour of the sewers on our honeymoon.

Mario: and you wanted to go to Isle Delphino.

They got help and headed to the island. They blocked off the sewer and proceeded to storm it.

Mario: Meggy, are you sure that you want to come with. We could manage to find their base.

Meggy: I made a promise to my friend. and I'm going to keep it.

Mario: Okay, you can come with, but be careful.

We stormed the base.

Mario: THIS IS THE SUPER AND AN ASORTED BAND OF HELP AND HEROS! GIVE YOURSELVES UP OR THERE WILL BE DIRE CONSIQUECES!

Meggy [Sitting on Mario's Shoulders: What he said!

Francis: Hark. Is that a band of loud mouthed dorks. Shall i give up....Get the Shonen protagonists and JRPG.

A fight broke out. It was like a world war. It was not pretty.

But we had managed to get to the main draining room.

Desti: MEGGY! you came back. Help me get out of this tank.

Mario: Is that your friend. Lets save her.

We freed the inklings and started breaking up the wei...i mean evil tech stuff.

Francis: [Grabs anime sword] IM NOT LETTING ANYONE MESS WITH MY DREAM. [STARTS SWININGING VIOLENTLY]

Mario: Go break the lock on your friend's cage. I'll take on this anime lover.

I ran to the tank that my friend was in.

[Robotic voice: Ink Still in subject. Do not open until all ink has left.]

As a split second decision. I decided to enter the device.

Desti: [weakly]: Meggy what are you doing.

Meggy: I'll give up some of my ink if it means we can make it out.

I turned on the device . Which would remove enough of my ink in order for both of us to escape.

The last thing i remember was a giant explosion. apperntly the

I don't know what happend next

But when i had awoken. Me and Mario were mostly alright. But Desti was...

She was dying.

Desti: Meggy. Im not going to make it.

Meggy: Don't say that. Well get you help.

Desti: Come close. i can see the light getting the way. And i don't know if its me. But you look diffrent. But what ever happens I want to do something for me.

Meggy: Anything. I'll do it.

Desti: I want you to win Splatfest. For both of us. I want you to win for the both of us.

Meggy: I will Desti.

Dest:

Meggy: Desti! Desti!!! DESTI!!!

~

...

Garth: I'm sorry that you lost some one important to you.

Meggy:...Thanks. Even if she is gone. she still lives on as a part of me.

And im still trying to win splatfest and live life.

Garth: That's good. but what happend next.

Meggy: Well. We held a funeral for Desti. We actually had dedicated the beach we sent her coffin away at.

Mario and Peach agreed to foster me until further notice. Eventually adopting me.

All the Inklings and Octolings were give the choice to go back home or see where they wanted to go.

That Axolotl guy got back his ink pen thing.

Garth: Thats good. But why did Desti say you looked diffrent.

...

Meggy: You can't be serious.

Garth: No. I am serious.

Meggy: You seriously don't know.

Garth: Know what.

...

Meggy removed her beenie.

@buddy-boi-420 drew this piece. They do great art.

Garth: Your Half Starchild!!!

Meggy: I feel like the story already established that. But yeah. I'm half Starchild.

Garth: But. I've seen you without your hat? and you had tentacle hair.

Meggys: No. You've seen artwork without my hat but with tentacle hair. I'm unsure why your friend draws me like that. The artist one I mean.

Garth: Oh.

I think she was talking about my friend @shootysturs / @poyo-shooty-art He draws great art.

Meggy: But you did see me without my hat at the Valentine Masquerade Ball.

Garth: ... That was you?

Meggy: Yeah. You act like you didn't know it was. I know it was you. Even if you were wearing a donkey mask.

Garth: [Blushes]

Meggy: You didn't know didn't you.

Garth:...

Meggy: [gets a notification on 1nk Phone] I got to go Dad broke the stairs.

Garth: What?

Meggy: Dad partied too hard. And he thought he could Jump backwards and through walls. I sent you a screenshot of the video.

Art also drawn by @buddy-boi-420

it's Mario before attempting to backwards long jump. Miyamoto is recording on his phone.

Garth: Dang.

Meggy: You do not want to see the aftermath. I'll tell you about it later though. See ya

...

I think I'm in love with my best friend.

[ladyseidr]

vanessa headcanons / portrayal notes but i'm too lazy to make her headcanon banner or even write coherent thoughts so you just get a bullet point list:

definitely a reluctant follower but as things progress she gets more. . . attached might be a strong word, but she stops hating glitch so much. this does not last once she escapes him obv

like it's literally: oh funny rabbit guy but this is a glitch i need to figure out -> okay i hate his vibe -> get out of my head i hate you -> i might as well learn to live with you -> i've completely isolated myself from all friends except you so i guess that makes you. . . almost a friend -> post-game deeply traumatizing by the violating of like. literally having her autonomy taken away from her

still carries deep guilt and resentment for the murders during moments where she's fighting back / he's not in control at all

vanessa is the only fucking character in fn.af who would genuinely seek therapy after every thing and i think she should get an award for that

researches the franchise + william af.ton in a lot of detail when The Hell Begins and is horrified but also has to deal with glitch being very fond of his very dead creator

basically, not in the suit: glitch is like an annoying little voice in her head who she has to stop herself from arguing out loud with in the supermarket

in the suit: he's like. not Literally in control but heavily, heavily, heavily influences her thoughts and actions. can make her think almost anything is the right decision

( okay it's not as simple as "in the suit" and "out of the suit," but you catch my drift. she can absolutely "come out of it" while wearing the suit, and she can def be under his control while not )

i said it before but: scene girl in high school. like, she has rainbow extensions when not under glitch's control, of course she was a scene girl

genuinely loves the glamr.ocks, despite everything

generally i don't want to go with her owning / being in complete charge of the pizza.plex because that's silly to me, but i don't have an alternative, esp because like who would it be??? i just shrug.

genuinely concerned abt gregory or any other kid who gets in, esp because she Knows What's Going On. she literally knows that she's a threat herself.

favorite animals? cats and horses

took the help wa.nted job because, like. she needed the money + she's absolutely a gamer so it seemed fun. especially because she had never played VR before

doesn't have a favorite color and will argue if you try to get her to pick. definitely enjoys bright colors, though

absolutely thought fazb.ear entertainment was full of shit from the start, but she wasn't actually that familiar with the history, so

literally will adopt gregory post-game. tries to act kind of like a big sister but never had any siblings so she's incredibly lost fdhskfashfjdlsah

introvert, but enjoys having a small, close group of friends. she ghosts them during the glitch stuff, but the ones that matter are there for her when she gets back ( and def understand when she. . . kinda explains what was going on )

although "i adopted a kid" "you w h a t " FDHFKDSHJFHS

has absolutely nothing to do with her parents, for valid reasons

completely traumatized post-game to the point that she questions whether her own thoughts are "really" hers. she seriously doubts her own sanity at times, is often scared she didn't "actually" get rid of glitch, and questions her ability ( and worthiness, given her actions under brainwashing ) to take care of herself, much less gregory

like i mention on her page, i'm open to writing any ending and don't treat one as canon on this blog. however, it should be noted that i'm not a fan of the burnt.rap ending ( fully biased by the fact that i don't like burnt.rap's existence ). that's not to say i'm not willing to write it, but i'm prob not interested in writing directly with burnt.rap himself

as also mentioned on her page, she's a lesbian, so there won't be any shipping with her and glitch or william ( or any man lmao ). if glitch still wants to be weird, that's on him, but she won't be receptive period.

loves creative stuff!! is an artist ( esp with pencils or digital, but can paint a bit ), enjoys decorating her apartment, and adores dressing up in pretty clothes!

also genuinely enjoys programming. yes, it is soured for her post-game.

will self-sabotage herself even pre-game ( eating nothing but takeout, not getting outside enough, isolating, etc ). therapy helps post-game.

[lighthousekeepers-burner-blog]

the irony is before covid and the climate crisis kicked into full gear I was the neighborhood skeptic, my first incarnation of this blog (Clever Beast) was all that, a mania of skeptical pursuits but closely aligned with a healthy criticism of scientism. oh 2008. then the world went batshit, and for many people today anything scientific that doesn't perfectly align with taste got siloed out of existence. now you can mix and match realities to suit your lifestyle. it's enough to make a postmodern postdoc blush.

I still want science to be scrutinized, there's a whole lot wrong, particularly with the institutions funding it and where it doesn't go. As with anything, there are trailblazers that defy the groupthink and make revolutions, and also just solid day-to-day science being done by smart, professional, talented people. I didn't say that enough before, but jesus, in 2023, lets bang some pots and pans for these servants of stoicism.

since 2020 I have spent more and more time reading scientific papers, following scientists, absorbing minutiae of shit I didn't even know existed. I'm no scientist, and my reading is more as an information specialist, and having a lot of time to see how pieces of data interact with other pieces of data, how consensus shifts and evolves. I operate from the primary opinion that people smarter than me know what they are talking about and their consensus on issues pertaining to my health insofar as their opinions are not outright bought by corporations, have greater weight to me than say, Dr Mike's Youtube's channel. That science has a talent for weeding out the shit, although too rigorously it can lose some of the nuances, so it's sometimes necessary to integrate the scientific consensus within a larger framekwork of understanding that can take into consideration human faculties beyond reason to assess value.

The science says we're fucked. climate scientists are losing their shit, and being very unscientific with their hyperbole, and even the fucking Pope is out there dooming away, and the Pope is always twenty years behind the zeitgeist, so you got a good idea of where we are now. and Covid. We don't even know the 5 year prognosis of the disease, and people are pretending it is over. not epidemologists, immunologists, the ones that have been consistently right, over and over, as the minimizers have been trying to downplay the crisis these last three years. Their expert opinions are dire as well. It's affecting fertility, brain chemistry, diabetes, immune systems, we don't have individual all-star variants anymore, we have soups of variants, so that repeat infections are easier to get closer together. and repeat infections are increased chance of long covid, and while minimizers love pointing at deaths as some marker of progress (though awfully silent pre-vaccines) I would rather be dead then experience what some of the long haulers of covid go through, and I read about on a daily basis. At-risk. we are ALL AT-RISK. Co-morbidities... fucking professional athletes are dropping dead, and you want to fat shame us.

Everyone has a threshold for bad news. Seems like a lot of people it is magical thinking to erase it all from their minds, a pandemic ptsd, anxiety, just low tolerance for reality. Ok. Problem is we need to dig ourselves out of this, and the people that can see this clearly, are clamoring for your attention. Denial of reality will kill us all, will kill us faster. I don't know what the best approach is, I don't know how to turn this ship around, but we need to start acknowledging some basics of reality, and be civic-minded, and give a shit about each other. It was dumb but I liked the banging of pots and pans for nurses. it was the last time I felt like I was part of a society. I don't want to pretend anymore. it makes it all more depressing to me. Even a loud minority can make significant changes, it's a weird glitch in the democratic system. We just need to process reality more, being cognizant of facts, speak up when people lie, speak up when people tell the truth, disseminate information the way the media is supposed to do, vote, donate, give a shit. It's good to feel.

this is an unedited rant but you get the idea. wake up, please, wake up. we need you.

[what-if-i-just-did]

Destiel Prompt List 14. Sam and Charlie ship it.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of homophobia existing, implied sex lives, mentions of credit card scams and hacking

a Phone Call and a Bet

Sam and Charlie have a bet. You see, Sam thinks Dean and Cas will get their heads out of their asses while they're still on Earth. Charlie says it'll happen in heaven, cause Dean is too emotionally constipated to make a move anytime the next forty years at least. (They both ignore the fact that none of them will probably make the next ten.)

Then one morning, Sam is sitting behind his laptop in the bunker's kitchen and Cas is making coffee (he seems to have taken a liking to it, even as an Angel) when Dean walks in, casually kisses Castiel, and gets to making breakfast. Sam basically glitches, looking between his brother and the angel, who seems unperturbed and is now sipping on his coffee, when Dean notices Sam staring.

"What." He says.

"You just kissed Cas." Sam says, sounding very flat-voiced. Dean freezes. He turns around, and he's a little embarrased, judging from the red creeping up his shirt, but the look in his eyes says, scared. "U-um. Yeah, yeah I- uh. We. It's not. ...How are you... feeling about that, then?" Dean asks shakily, clearly trying to sound stand-offish and well-knowing that he's miserably failing. Which is when Sam realizes what Dean's thinking.

He immediately drops all of the shock from his expression, trading it for a soft smile that creeps around the corners of his indifference to his brother's sexuality. "Dean, I'm not... I've known for a while you're not straight, man, I've got no issues with that. I just thought.. your whole thing with Cas, y'know, I didn't realize you two finally got together."

Dean laughs a little bit at that, helpless. Then Sam gets an idea. He smirks. "Wait a second, I'm calling Charlie, she owes me a fifty." "She- you what?" Dean looks bewildered. "You.. you had a bet going with Charlie?" "Shhhh"

Sam shushes Dean as the phone rings, and then Charlie picks up. "Whaddup, bitches! Need an awesomely skilled hacker again?" "Nope. You'll never believe what just happened. I think you owe me fifty bucks, plus your so-called better way of doing credit card scams." Charlie gasps on the other side if the line. "No! No way, they got their heads out if their asses? Finally! So no more longing stares and pining, then, thank God." Sam chuckles a little, cause Charlie clearly doesn't know she's on speaker, and Dean is turning red. Well, what she don't know won't hurt her. "Actually... I think there will be. Because apparently, they've been together for a while now, and I didn't notice any difference." Charlie gasps again. "You're kidding! Dammit. Alright, you win." "Charlie, you're on speaker." "Oh! Shit. Sorry Dean. And Cas. Not that I'm not happy for you guys, but I'd have preferred if you waited just a little bit longer with figuring things out, you know, I have to explain my superior way of hacking to Sam now because of you."

"Oh shut up. Actually, Dean, I have a question..." Sam says in a very teasing-sibling voice. "Who's the bottom?"

Dean gets red. "Shut your face." He says, stuffing his with a sandwich.

Taglist: @idthegreen

[sburbian-sage]

DurationPrince Here.

So after taking note of my computer's time, It does seem to be outside of time. And do started to get on the process to try and regain my self of sense in this. Still on that at this moment, but that's why

After seeing how the "Universal Grist Bank" guy had a perfect session to execute ideas, and the realization that there must be similar "Lucky Sessions" whose potential is wasted, I came up with a document idea to have on this very web:

The Paradox Space Bulletboard (Trade mark)

Basically a list of possible projects that can only be done by certain type players.

Like a session with experienced mind, dream and/or coins for researching alchemy at alarming speeds.

Or a session with lots of void & flux players to maybe try Nullify Existing Glitches.

We can solve problems across all paradox just like that UGB guy, but we won't have to rely on the session players pondering what can be done, they will just have to look that list and tackle the projects they think they can tackle.

Funnily enough, I was just talking about how replayer networks let hundreds of people asynchronously contribute to and provide research for topics that it would be impractical for one guy to do by themselves.

The Paradox Space Bulletboard is a good idea, but I don't think it's an idea on the same axis as the Universal Grist Bank. The UGB needs a new server and website, heavy modification of the GristTorrent client so it can transport Grist across universes, not to mention encryption so nobody steals ALL the Grist, and other security measures to ensure that this resource stash doesn't get abused. The PSB, meanwhile, sounds like it could be easily handled via forum post. In fact, I'd recommend checking out Transamphibian, specifically the transamphibian.sburb.gamebreaking subforum, to see if they already have something like that. Although PSB might still be useful in terms of creating an RSS-type interface that's a bit more readable and easier to access/check updates on than a forum.

Oh, you know what might be a good idea actually? If the Paradox Space Bulletboard not only lets you upload "projects" and "research" requests, but also had an adaptable "Session information form". You fill it out the more you learn about your Session, and the information provided matches you up with a request that you can carry out. So if you learn you're a *rolls dice* Seer of Coins, and you input "Seer of Coins" into your "Title" form, you would get notified of any projects or research revolving around a Seer of Coins. Similarly if it revolves around a specific Land keyword, or glitch you've identified, or situation you're in, such as "Ringwraith ocurring" or "Negastrife unlocked". You know what I'm saying, right?

[fatuismooches]

I CAN'T ALLOW HAPPY ENDINGS AS LONG AS IM ALIVE

https://youtu.be/lCsgZytKPv8?si=5_mrS7ToRP0nTmcO

THIS IS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MY MIND WHEN THAT ONE ANON TALKED ABOUT AI!READER. I swear to God it just makes Dottore so unwell to even THINK about using a fake version of you to fulfill his yearninh for you but ultimately tries to fight against it. BUT HE COULDN'T BECAUSE HE FOUND YOU AND HE THINKS YOU'RE LONELY (just like him) and oh my god I can't I can't. Him just sitting in front of the screen, touching it, trying not to burst into tears.

"I'm not the one you used to love. They are gone." You'd say sadly,

And he'd sob, "I know."

"Then deactivate me, if it lessens the pain."

"I can't. I don't want to lose you again."

OH MY FCUKCHSKXHDKCHSKCHSK :3

Sorry not sorry. Dottore against x33!!!

Also dw smooch I'll hit u with a fluff soon maybe. Idk maybe another angst? Jkjk!!! Unless....

KAI.... KAI. PHONE. DOWN. NOW. JAIL. 🫠🫠 ouch. OUCH. My HEART. Dottore has never been one to care about ethics, not in the slightest... but even he feels as though talking to an AI version of you is not right... yet he can't bring himself to downright ignore you. You are stuck as a hologram on a screen after all. Though he didn't expect himself to get attached to a mere computer program... all those days of you assisting him with his data, researching things through your programs, etc felt far too familiar as to when he did it in real life with the human you. The times you provided consolation or worry when he overworked, just like the real you. He knows it's not you, it can never be you, far from it... but still. And you are so painfully aware of the truth... you begin to view yourself as a burden on your creator, one that you don't think he deserves. Though you don't wish to leave this world, computers exist to assist their humans. And assist him you shall, if he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Mhm... me thinks reader has to take the initiative themselves, they manage to overwrite their own code and whatnot and delete themselves from existence :( Dottore realizes only a second too late and despite his best attempts to reverse the process, you're already smiling... glitching out of existence before the screen goes black. He wonders if he's doomed to lose you every time. Even sadder if AI reader leaves behind some kind of memento? Except it's stuff of the real you who actually lived, that AI reader managed to dig up. You know you could never hope to live up to them, so the least you can do for your creator is leave him with one more piece of the real you.

[the-indie-owl]

Highly controversial opinion bcuz oh boi am I gonna get backlash

THIS IS KINDA OF A VENTFUL POST OF A CERTAIN POPULAR THING, SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THIS IF YOU'RE A FAN OF THE THING, THEN DON'T BE BOTHER TO LOOK OR READ AT IT.

As someone who has been a die hard SMG4 fan since the early 2020s, I have been seeing some recent tags of a ship that I personally have an upside-down opinion on.

You wanna know why I never bother to re-blog some SMG34 stuff like anyone else does?

Well....Truth be told for what I'm about to say here but in mho on that ship that has been a thing for years.

I'm not rather in partial to SMG34.

Now I know that LOTS of Toxic SMG4 fans will tend to Bash an Opinion for liking something so unpopular it's meant to be a "Sin" to the SMG4 fanbase, but it's honestly true to say the least (since not everything has to be "agreeable").

I know the ship has been a thing for a very long time since the beginning of the series (even before Glitch Productions ever existed) but as someone who only tried "Sunset Paradise", part of Me feels like that I want to try the other Glitch shows (including TADC that everybody's been talking about).

It's just that my indifferent feels towards the Ship that everybody's been obsessing for even on Tumblr, part of Me feels like that I just can't get into it (nor how much I try) mainly because it just has something to do with the appeal of the designs or how I just prefer with one of the characters with someone else that I ship who isn't them.

It is NOT meant to be highly homophobic when you have a different opinion on a Slash Ship. I've been an Ally for a very long time and I have a ton of favorite LGBT Ships that I've really adored for a long time (Ineffable Husbands, GraGoh, Almidot, Narlie, SquidBob, Grumpshine, Goldenheart, ect.) but I just usually wish that both LGBT and Straight Ships would just be treated all the same as Normal (as long as if it's not involving around Pr*shipping because then that would be a big problem).

My feelings towards SMG34 has some 2 Sides that I'd mainly don't know what to chose;

It mainly has to do with their own Character Designs (being that they're currently now redesign of Mario colors), they just happened to look like as if they were Twins/Brothers (even if the two aren't canonically related), their Designs look strikingly similar as if they gave Me some Yaoi Inc*st vibes (again, not to insult, and I know that these two aren't related, but I just don't really like the way on how they look too similar one another).

I mainly want to open it, in which I could at least see some potential for an "Enemies to Lovers" dynamic happening between them but due to how their relationship is more like an "On and Off" frenemy still relationship, I highly doubt the new change between these two.

And for the record of what I said about "Shipping" the Other Character with Someone else, I kinda mainly prefer SMG4/Tari.

I know that the idea of "Shipping" the Plumbers with the Glitch Girls is highly meant to be a "Sin" upon the Fanbase but I think I find the Two Pairs between both the Male and Female Counterpart is kinda interesting to Me.

Many people who use the word "Hate" to describe their thoughts on that Other Ship as a "Creator/Creation" ship in which they only refer to SMG4 as an Actual Creator (or Real Person that being Luke himself). But given on how that SMG3 is also Luke's creation character as well other than Tari, wouldn't somebody else who would call "SMG34" a "Creator/Creation" ship be a total backlash while also hating on the idea of Shipping Luke's Self-Insert with his Other Characters be count as "Hypocrisy" because SMG3 is the only exception?

This kinda the main reason as to why I don't usually interact with much of the SMG4 fanbase anymore (and just interact with other fanbases instead), it's because that I just can't stand the Toxicity Half-Side in the Fandom because I feel like that it's completely unfair when you have an unpopular opinion towards one of the show's choices.

Like...For instance;

I am NOT a fan of the whole "Sibling-Bond" thing between Mario and Meggy. I prefer them still being a "Best Friends" dynamic. Their Current Friendship is rather a Toxic One (which I feel like has completely ruin their own entire Friendship of where it all began). I liked it better when it was Two Best Friends helping, now whenever they're together, they just fight because "sIbLiNgS fIgHt AlL tHe DaMn TiMe".

Not all siblings can have an argument over time, a BFF relationship can show that sometimes Siblings CAN have a Strong Bond of a Platonic Relationship, rather than a *cough* *cough* Childish one that Luke and Kevin decide to take as an Annoying Gag.

If you guys like the SMG34 idea, then that's fine. More Power than You. I can at least see why you're all into it. It's because on how much y'all see the potential in them ever since SMG4 has changed a lot better than Me.

But even if it becomes canon (despite still being a fanon ship), it would make myself feel uncomfortable when I still just can't get over their own character designs that just look like twins and maybe I would've had liked it if their character designs weren't so "Twin-Like". Even if I would have to get USED to their New Designs over time.

Sorry for the ventful post, this is just something that I have to get off my chest.

[trinkerichi]

more deltarune theory rambling

i love the darkners!! theyre toys! theyre little things built for entertainment! and it's not like toy story where they're living in our world and we just dont see them being alive, no, they have their own dimension! they're aware of lightners and aware of their role to play, but from their perspective theyre essentially locked into a play-world with no ability to significantly affect the light world at all. thats such a fascinating concept. and we've seen what happens when they fully realize their position! we've seen that through spamton and jevil! the spade king and queen! they're basically driven insane!

there's a lot about their world we don't know the rules for yet but. aaah

like, the ones who haven't been "enlightened" by the knight yet, what do they think? how far does their awareness of the lightners go? they talk as if they've existed before the dark fountains appeared, at least i think they do? the fact that someone created the dark worlds, (my theory is it was a joint thing between Asriel and Kris) but still. Did they create sentient life? If Lancer and the Sweet Capn Cakes were somehow brought into the light world, would they behave as the other lightners do?

Or, did the dark world's creator essentially program some video game npcs? ut and dr exist as meta-narratives on the nature of video games themselves after all. It would make sense, with how the darkners essentially play roles tailor made for the lightners who enter, and if it really WAS a game made by Asriel and Kris, they'd want to give all of their toys a fun role to play in their escapist fantasy.

But then there's Spamton. he became at least somewhat aware of the light world and tried to break out. He went off-script! Is that why Kris was so shaken by him? (besides the obvious reasons.) Why Ralsei was immediately so dismissive of the whole encounter? Maybe he assumes it really was just a glitch. Oh their game has a few little bugs here and there, but that doesn't mean spamton is REALLY aware of their reality right? Kris shouldn't worry about it!

My theory so far, is that Kris and Asriel created the dark worlds together as a fantasy they could both escape to. If their relationship is anything like Chara and Asriel's from Undertale, we know they're VERY committed to each other and extremely self-destructive about it.

So Asriel was given the power to create the dark worlds from whoever the "knight" is. (maybe gaster? idk) The knight has some kind of ulterior motive. Maybe it's to use Asriel's power to truly access alternate worlds? Maybe the Knight needs a conduit like that, like it's gaster and he's trying to return to his original world? idk i'm getting off track. Maybe Asriel BECAME part of the dark worlds as part of the deal?

That means that Ralsei pretty much IS Asriel. Asriel who chose to live in the fantasy world. (Mighta happened to Dess too.) Asriel and Kris are both in on the script and they're playing their game together. Susie and Noelle and Berdly and the rest of the town are gonna get roped in at some point, and the dark world accommodates them with personalized ideal situations. That's what it's for! They're playing toys! It's all pretend. So Ralsei doesn't feel like he has to be terribly concerned about the fate of their little toy friends whenever something bad happens to them, besides the surface level "let's be nice to them!"

All that to say, if Spamton truly did break through the "programming" and become aware of the light world, that'd make him sentient. At least on some level, more self-aware than the others. Which would start making their whole playtime fantasy world REALLY creepy. And Kris is basically thinking "Oh GOD Asriel does this place have real people in it?? have we been messing with lives??" And Asriel is like "nah its fine!! dont think about it!! it's just a glitch haha" But they're both playing with something much bigger than them..

IDK WHATEVER I LIKE THE FUNNI GAME

[ask-aurachnid]

Payback Time

Part 1: Tricks and Illusions Part 2: Proceed With Caution Part 3: Enter, Punisher Part 4: Back to Earth

[TW: Violence, non-con drug use] Word Count: 1.5k

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Three days after Frankie learns the truth and gets a face full of psychedelics for their trouble, they get a lead on Mysterio. They probably could have gotten one sooner, but they were preoccupied with detoxing from the aforementioned psychedelics. Even three days after being dosed, they still feel jumpy and paranoid, their spider-sense reacting to the slightest things.

Nicky and Castle don't think Frankie's ready to put the suit back on and, to be honest, they're probably right. Even if the worst of the symptoms have passed, they still just experienced a massive trauma. It's probably not a good idea to confront Beck right now, but they'll deal with it like they always do: by compartmentalizing to hell and back. They can't afford to be down for the count any longer. She's had a three-day head start to terrorize New York and plan her next move, and Frankie refuses to give her a fourth.

So, they suit up, with the addition of the most effective compact rebreather-respirator combo that money can buy, ordered straight from Gotham (and painted to match the suit, of course).

They track Beck to a warehouse on the edge of Hell's Kitchen. There's been an uptick in noise complaints and domestic disturbance reports in the surrounding buildings. It's not much, to be honest, but it's enough to catch Frankie's attention. Given what Beck's "Fear Toxin" did to them, it follows that smaller doses might result in screaming or people cranking up their music to drown out the voices.

Frankie crawls in through the window and finds Beck surrounded by lab equipment and piles of capsule-shaped canisters. She stands before a huge murder board, in full costume, scrutinizing what looks like a plan to dose Harlem with Fear Toxin.

"Do you seriously just hang around in your wizard costume all the time? There's no way that's comfortable," Frankie quips, in lieu of a real greeting.

Mysterio startles, spinning around to face them. Then her shoulders go tense and she bolts in the opposite direction, knocking equipment to the floor as Aurachnid gives chase. She slows only once they're out on the street, drones forming rank behind her and projecting holographic mannequins on every side.

"I was watching, you know," Mysterio says, with the same tone as someone remarking on the weather. "I had my drones record everything."

Frankie's heart drops. Does she know?

"It's a shame they lost track of you. Tell me, how long did the hallucinations last? With a metabolism like yours, it could go either way."

Frankie's relief is immediately overshadowed by red-hot anger. "Watch it--"

"How lucky am I? The first to reduce the city's beloved spider to a cowering child. What did you see, Aurachnid? The people you love abandoning you? Telling you what a failure you are? The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

Frankie's fists clench, blood roaring in their ears. "You don't know a gods damned thing about me," they growl.

Mysterio's head tilts to one side, like Frankie's some curious thing under a microscope.

"You're angry," she observes. "How fascinating."

"Oh, I'm more than angry," Frankie spits, stalking forward, every line of their body coiled tight. The mannequins try to close rank, but Frankie is faster, ripping the bulky computer from Mysterio's arm and crushing it in their grip. The projections glitch out of existence and the drones fall to the ground.

Mysterio tries to escape again, but Frankie yanks her to the ground by her cape, fist clenched in her collar so they're mask to mask. "I'm fucking furious."

There's a hiss of gas as Beck releases another canister, a foolishly stupid attempt to make Frankie let her go. Their new mask sits securely over their nose and mouth as sickly green fog fills the space around them. Frankie barely twitches, batting Beck's hands away as she attempts to dislodge it.

"It's because of you that I'm afraid to touch my own girlfriend!" they snarl. "It's because of you that I have to call my family three times a day to check that they still love me!"

Frankie lets go of Beck's cape and pushes her backward with enough force that she overbalances. Her helmet hits the ground with a hollow chiming noise, and Frankie follows, wrapping one hand around the collar of her armor.

"So, yeah. I'm fucking pissed. Congratulations."

Mysterio just laughs, not even trying to fight or get away.

Frankie clenches their fingers tighter around the edge of her breastplate, the metal warping easily under their enhanced strength. They reel their other fist back with a snarl.

"Are you happy now!? Have you gotten enough fucking data, Beck!?" Frankie demands.

"You're a scientist just like me, Aurachnid. You know there's no such thing as "enough data,"" she says. Frankie can hear the smirk in her voice even though her face is obscured by fog.

Frankie's fist slams into the glass, cracks forming a jagged starburst. Reinforced, but not reinforced enough.

"I am nothing like you!" they snap. Pain sparks across their knuckles, skin splitting under the suit. More cracks form in the glass. "You're a monster, torturing people to satisfy your own sick curiosity!"

"And what do you call this, then?" There's an edge to her voice now, anxious.

Frankie yanks her halfway upright so they're practically nose to nose, big white lenses glaring into the fog-filled glass as they hiss their answer. "Karma."

Mysterio's helmet slams back into the asphalt as Frankie reels their fist back again. Finally, Beck seems to realize the trouble she's in, raising her hands up in a placating gesture.

"Wait! Wait!" she stutters.

Frankie ignores her, their own blood smearing across the splintering glass. The fog inside has begun to flicker revealing Beck's alarmed expression.

[ID in alt]

"Stay the fuck out of my head!" Frankie yells, raising their fist before bringing it down for the final time, the glass shattering under the blow.

When the globe shatters, so does Beck's protection from her own toxins. Frankie watches in real time as it makes its way through her bloodstream. The way Beck's pupils dilate near-completely and lose focus, catching on things that aren't there. The way her breathing picks up, pulling more of the toxin into her lungs.

For a moment, Frankie feels proud. Happy that Beck is literally getting a taste of her own medicine. Relishing the terrified cries of 'no, no, no!' that fall from the villain's lips.

Just as quickly, they feel horrified. The guilt tastes like bile on their tongue as they stare at Beck, writhing against invisible demons, terrified out of her mind and still breathing more toxin. Frankie wouldn't wish that fear on anyone, and yet--

You lost control, again.

Frankie lets go of Beck like they've been burned, stumbling back and shaking their head. The guilt won't help anyone, and they need to do something.

They take a deep breath through the tightness of their respirator before stepping back toward Beck's trembling form. She thrashes in terror as Frankie pulls her off the ground, forcing them to restrain her in webbing so they can lift her over their shoulder, and start swinging away from the thick cloud of Fear Gas.

"JUDOS, call 9-1-1."

"9-1-1. What is your emergency?"

"This is Aurachnid. I'm traveling north on Tenth Avenue past West Fifty-Second Street," Frankie says, barely keeping their voice calm. "I have an adult female who's been dosed with an experimental psychedelic. She's experiencing symptoms of psychosis."

"I have an ambulance waiting to meet you on the corner of tenth and fifty-fourth. Can you tell me what her symptoms are?"

Two blocks? Frankie can manage that, even if Beck's doing her best to jump to her death. "From personal experience? Visual, auditory, and tactile hallucinations. Paranoia, delusions. It's meant to trigger a fear response. I had to restrain her."

"Okay. Do you know the dosage?"

"No. It was a gas. There will probably be a lot of calls coming from the corner of fifty-first. Police can find live samples at the warehouse there."

Frankie spots the ambulance half a block away, and nearly sags in relief. The EMTs are waiting, ready with a gurney to meet them.

"I see the ambulance. Thank you, dispatch."

"Anytime, Aurachnid."

The EMTs barely stutter as they see who Frankie's carrying, pulling the broken globe off of her head and securing an oxygen mask over her face. Frankie's gut churns at Beck's expression twisted up in terror with tears dripping down her face. Frankie did this. They knew what that fear felt like and they did this anyway.

Another EMT takes the canister of solvent from Frankie's numb fingers, and then the gurney is being loaded into the back, the doors closing and the sirens blaring to life. The entire time, Frankie just stands there, watching the flashing lights as the ambulance zooms off toward the nearest hospital.

What have you done?

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hey Quil! Just wanted to say, reblogs are being weird for me right now (shadow banning stinks ): ), so in case you didn't see it, I loved your Ro presentation! The formatting was absolutely perfect for her character and put into words a lot of things that have irked me for a long time about her but I never really could describe.

And thank you for your comments on my Oralie presentation! She is Fascinating to me and I had an amazing time going through the books and analyzing her.

Overall, I've had such a fun time in this class getting to know you, and can't wait to get to know you better! :D

Hi, Gail! Oh no, I'm sorry you're having issues! To my knowledge, actual shadowbanning doesn't exist on Tumblr. Instead what people are calling shadowbanning is either the result of a glitch or because they've gotten caught in a crude spambot filter, both of which should be fixable with a message to Support (which I see you've already done!). This post by an ex-tumblr staff covers some of that!

And I saw your reblog via viewing it directly on your blog! I'm glad you and everyone else seems to have enjoyed the presentation, as I made it basically all in one afternoon and figured out my point mere moments before making it. I also thought a descent from silly into a serious point was fun! There's just so much going on with Ro--but like, surrounding her, not actually her. Because her herself is pretty stagnant, like I said. No where to go. Even if she's not a personal favorite of mine, there's still a lot to talk about!

And your welcome! I loved your presentation, the style and the point of it. Oralie does have a lot to her and a lot more going on later in the series, so even if she's not my personal kind of character (I have a type of favorite character and that type is Tam), I can still appreciate the complexity and intrigue. So it was nice to read through!

I've also had a delightful time in this class, and it's been very fun being part of the lore with you and Ashton! Wasn't expecting that at all, so it was a nice bonus! And also pleasant to be introduced to you more directly.

I'm also curious to get to know each other better! I'm very open about many things (at least i think so, though people have told me when they think about it they actually don't know that much about me, so who knows!), so I don't think it'll be hard to do so. For the sake of complete transparency, the Christian in your bio does make me a little nervous--not because I have anything against Christianity as a religion, I've just had significantly more negative experiences with people who are strongly Christian than positive. I know there are lovely Christian people and I absolutely do not want to make any assumptions about you, I'm just letting you know that if I am. Reserved or questioning something, that may be why. At least until I know what it means to you/more about you. I probably worded something strange but I'm trying to say I'd love to get to know you, but if I seem hesitant, it's me testing the waters because of past experiences.

That being said, this class has been a delight and I've had nothing but fun in it alongside you two! And everyone else, but it was just the three of us for a little bit so that stands out in my head :)

[thedistortedfroggit]

A Creative's Thought About Error and BluebERROR

....ok, I've just gained a realization and a theory while trying to think of an hypothetical--so just... Have you guys ever watched/read underplayer? Well, I'm going to be using the same concept of FUN value here so just..brace yourself Think of FUN value, and how, in the game, its able to change things that weren't there before....like a certain phone call, or a certain door, or a certain character in hotland.

What if, to those without or have left their timeline--they are given a set FUN value of their own? a FUN value similar, or perhaps more than their timeline? that FUN value lets that Sans, Frisk, Papyrus or whoever survive outside their timeline, perceive and interact with other AUs? or what if they always had that FUN value? but it was controlled by the timeline. All characters were given a FUN value, but they couldn't do anything with it because it was controlled by the RESET button.

Ok, that rant aside, where am I going with this? What if, long contact with the anti-void...a place outside ANY timeline or AU causes one's FUN value to change overtime? what if FUN kept the character alive? Think of it like this, do you know how your body would give itself a fever or make itself sick as a defence mechanism? Like...sure, it sucks and its painful--but atleast you're still alive against whatever even MORE bad and painful thing is in your body rn.

What if that was something FUN could do? change a human or monster to adapt to change? Like, Geno and Swap staying in an unfamiliar and, honestly, dangerous environment for a long period of time would probably affect their FUN value as..yk.....they aren't in their oh so familiar timeline anymore.

.... I realize that I'm making "getting stuck in the anti-void so long that they become a glitch" comparable to what is basically getting sick after flying to a new country ANYWAY

yeah, new environment sickness is probably the best way to explain this. Except, they don't feel the sickness until their body is starting to get used to their new environment. How do they know their body is getting used to the anti-void?

The voices. Both Geno and Swap heard their screams, screaming back, What if this was the sign their bodies were adapting to their environment? What if those screams were actually us talking to them? but their[Geno and Swap's] FUN value was still too low to comprehend our words, let alone our existence--so they register our words, our existence as their own words.

then their change into a glitch; This would be when their FUN value changed to properly fit their environment. Its been shown to be very painful(atleast I think? When BluebERROR described it, he said it to be painful--like eating something very spicy but it was all over unbearable)

It could be something akin to evolution, if going by my thought of their FUN value changing to fit their environment.. Evolution is something meant to be slow and span over decades, of course it would hurt if it happened only in the span of a few days or weeks--heck, even in a few years since evolution is a slow process.

But going back to the FUN value theory thing, like how when the FUN value changed in the main game, it caused different occurrences to happen, Error and Swap's change in their FUN value could allow them to comprehend us, creators, askers--whatever.

Anyway, yeh. Thats it. This got off the rails really fast. I'll probably have to cut out what this was originally about.

TL;DR: Thought about FUN value attributed to individual characters, and the anti-void being outside any timeline or AU caused Geno and Swap's FUN value to change so they could survive in the anti-void. Due to their FUN value making forcing them to adapt to the anti-void, their bodies changed aswell(turning them into Error and BluebERROR)--and when they fully adapted to the anti-void they were able to interact and comprehend the 'voices'(some askers, creators) who reside in the anti-void, outside the AUs and timelines to watch over, guide or control them without being physically in there. Thank you for coming to my ted talk! @askerrorsans-s2 -- 👈Heres where I got some of the ideas about this whole thing! @loverofpiggies -- 👈Heres originally made the main stars of this whole rant!

Go follow them! They're great! :D

[oleandy]

hi, I just found out about v2 overseer project, though I don't know if you're still working on it. I wanted to ask about a bug I just came across: I tried to drop the pre-punched captchalogue card and suddenly my inventory page got all messed up. all the header bar stuff is gone (like the strife, grist, server/client, etc) and im not sure how to fix it. would really appreciate any help, though I can understand if my inventory page is just messed up til the next update.

IT DID WHAT????? oh my god that's fascinating. i'm so sorry i have zero idea how to fix that. i would recommend checking out the overseer discord that's linked on the fandom wiki if you're comfortable with that. (if the discord still exists, considering it was rebooted again.)

that's insane... but i haven't ever dropped one b4... i might try recreating that glitch on my own. holy fuck.

honestly i would just wait a bit to let yourself auto-log out and then try to log back in. godspeed anon, that's crazy