#oooooooh the misery

[szparagus2002]

The day that food stops making me feel violently sick is the day I will discover true happiness

[slaytheprofessor]

As soon as the professor mentions being down here for a very long time, you feel an unexpected pang of sympathy for him.

"Dude," you ask, not sure what else to say, "are you... okay?"

The Guide: The... the professor takes a very long time to answer this question. Finally, he shrugs.

The Professor: "Okay" is subjective. I'm alive, at least.

The Professor: Sure, I was never actually given anything that would help me survive, but rainwater comes down from that pipe over there, and the chain's long enough that I can reach it whenever I need.

The Professor: And as for ensuring that I don't waste away...

The Guide: The professor looks down, and you follow his gaze... *voice rising in horror* And for the first time, you see the rat bones littered around him. What the fuck.

Voice of the Researcher: Oooooooh my god, I'm gonna hurl. How is he not filled with a gazillion diseases?!

The Guide: He might very well be at this point.

The Guide: Look, I'm sorry, I know you must feel bad for him, but I think you need to put him out of his misery. You have the advantage, he's not even armed.

[indomitableblackdragon]

"Hell nah. I'm not going to back down from a little bit of water. I got a reputation and title to uphold and being underneath the sea ain't going to stop me."

It should by the logic of the fact she would be taking on too much water. But maybe whatever did happen to her that allowed the BB to actually swim under here for as long as she was. The reason didn't matter too much so long as nothing bad would happen.

"I'm better in the back anyway. Not that I can't handle someone who wants to get a better look but I'd rather not blow myself and them sky high unless I have to." Which did lead to her other point.

"Oh just robotic looking people who look all futuristic. If they don't take words for an answer and look like they want to blow you up you've probably found one. I can probably handle a few unless they've been up to no good since I left."

She was? Mao stared at her for a moment— frowning. Though it might have looked like she was annoyed with her partner, that was quite a lot further from the truth. "... Huh. Really? You could have said no to coming, you know."

In truth, New Jersey had simply been there when Mao was heading on in to take a dive— with how gung-ho the other seemed, she'd figured the ship girl was all for it.

Turning her head forward, the woman crossed her arms. The two had an alright time so far, even if they were both still adapting... but even with the other's assurance, she felt somewhat guilty for dragging her along.

Mao clicked her tongue.

"Alright... I'll keep taking point, then. If anything you're familiar with shows up, I'll just punch it like I've punched everything else so far."

She hoped that came off reassuring— because her punches thus far had been rather impactful, in her opinion! ... Literally, of course.

Staring to swim ahead, cutting their small break to a close, Mao would glance back at New Jersey after another moment of silence between the two.

"... What kind of things from your world were you talking about, anyways?"

[calhaspam]

oooooooh ok yeah the misery is coming from working a 10 hour shift with 3 hour total commute every week day haha ok

[trout-scout]

Hi!! You said you wanted anons and thusly summoned me!! So here are some fun questions for you: what is your dream halloween costume (if time/money/skill/etc weren't a problem), what is/are you favorite book(s), what is a type of tea you've always wanted to try but haven't, and if you were to have an elaborate sculpture in your yard, what would it be of?

Oooooooh okay okay

Dream Halloween costume: an incredible full sfx ghost cowboy with ghost horse!! In a perfect world I have a horse that’s chill enough to be splattered with glowing paint and fake blood, haha

Runner up is a beautiful ghost victorian lady a la crimson peak!

Favorite books: The Testament of Gideon Mack by James Robertson, Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, The Shell Seekers by Rosamunde Pilcher, Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, and Misery by Stephen King all come to mind (though there are a lot more haha)

Tea I’ve always wanted to try: I’d love to have some really great green tea; I feel like I can never brew it quite right, and I know if only someone would make some correctly for me I’d probably be super into it. Runner up is some really great, real masala chai!

Elaborate yard sculpture: giant wrought iron fire breathing dragon

[notmuchtoconceal]

King Belial

I asked Belial to show me a type of person that is a good example of his character. He showed me a vision of Madalyn Murray O'Hair.

Why her of all people, especially considering she is also an Atheist? Because once I watched some videos of her, I saw that yes, she is a good example of Belial's traits;

I -- Standing up for yourself, even when out numbered or up against powerful authority figures.

II -- Courage to speak your truth, no matter how unpopular you are.

III -- Intelligently debating people who are out to discredit you, but because of your intelligence you win.

IV -- Being who you are publicly, boldly, without fear, when who you are is hated by many.

V -- Being not only a seeker of justice, but actively pursuing it for yourself and others.

VI -- Being a champion for the underdog or the unpopular people/group, giving a voice to those without a voice.

Here are some of the best Madalyn moments:

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It is a dehumanizing, sadistic religion, that this Christianity is, oooooooh it turns me cold.

-- What do you have against God?

First --

-- Why does He bug you?

Well, first off, here isn't any. And second off, the idea which you invented has caused more misery to every human being --

-- Listen

-- in all ages of history than any other single idea.

-- Listen, Mad ...

You're going to spend your whole life preparing to meet the Lord :D

Boy, you folks are crazy as hell!

-- That's why we have these Wake Up America Crusades, and tryin to get us to do more for

What's this? "Wake Up America Crusades"? :D

-- It's just a little name that we have, trying to get God's people to Wake Up and put the Lord first place because --

But you know if America wakes up, what America'll do is kick Christianity out and, uh... all of you preachers with it.

-- Your grief is not assuaged, as would be the religionists who believe there is another place, where happiness will again be --

Oh that's a big lollypop!

-- I know you don't believe that, but --

I think that we, we must look at them and we don't say, we never say, they've passed over or they're gone or they're reborn or they have uh, uh been transported or anything else, people are dead.

-- I want to ask Miss O'Hara what is she going to do with Jesus, who is blessed to return to Earth.

-- When Jesus comes back, you mean?

-- What is she going to do with Jesus?

Ahhahaha! I'm sorry, but I think you're just as funny as can-be!

-- Now don't say that...

Now if a little green man with purple horns would knock on my door and say 'I'm from Mars and I just descended', I'd believe him. But a shaft of light coming down and Jesus Christ digging up all these old dead bodies and resurrecting them when we're overpopulated already, this just leaves me cold. You know what, I -- I'd, first off I wouldn't do anything because it's never going to happen. I'll never be faced with the problem.

-- And that's why we're --

\

-- And I had a personal experience with the Lord, and the dangers of --

Indigestion.

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Of course, the bible is a bestial book. And it's full of rape and slaughter and incest.

-- Yes, I believe the Bible. I believe Who Wrote It Wrote It. I believe God inspired it, the Holy Spirit Breathed Upon Its Pen, and I Believe It Because I want to. Okay.

Boy, you folks're crazy as hell!

-- Have you ever been tempted, to turn to God and pray, or pray to Him, but didn't, because you are an athiest?

Never. Never. Because in the ordinary course of events, people meet things, like I have met Death, there was Death in my family. I myself was supposed to have died on several occasions, etc. but I always turn to a good doctor, or I turn to something like this. Something that, uh, where assistance can be had, really. Because prayer is only deluding of oneself, that's all. Nothing else.

I'm 74 years old now. I'm diabetic. And I'm in really rotten health. And I hang onto life for there is nothing else that I can do, but hang-on and fight. And I'll die, too.

-- Okay so, you think she's going to Hell, then?

-- I don't know. I would like to have faith and believe that she could be saved. I say this, if she is ever saved

I don't want to be saved! I'm not interested in your ideas!

-- Do you believe you're a sinner?

No, of course not. I don't believe that anybody's born as a sinner. I believe people are just born, period. And I believe they're born without religion. Religion has to be programmed into them, like ya program it into a machine!

There is no, absolutely no doubt, that Atheism will win, hands down.

-- She seems to be quite upset that Rev. Harris and people like him want to share their views, and share what they have with others, and she says that they should keep it a quiet and a private thing, but why isn't she keeping her so-called religion a quiet and private thing, and why is she making such a big deal out of her's --

Because -- what the Christians do is coercive. They ask for the strength of government behind them, and they ask for the strength of tax funds behind them and special privileges behind them.

We don't go into a court room and say you absolutely will say some sort of prayer to Madalyn Murray before you testify, or you will testify on the book that's written by Madalyn Murray. We don't do that.

But you do that when the persons go in, with your domination of the culture, to use your book as a criteria, to say a pledge of allegiance with Your God underneath it.

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a pledge of allegiance with Your God Underneath it

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a pledge of allegiance with Your God Underneath it

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[growling]

ep13 i just googled something and yeah that's the finale :3

oh so the hunting dogs have principles??? i thought they were just feral honestly lmao. thats good woohoo

maybe they're just batshit cause the agency are considered terrorists now and once their name gets cleared they're gonna start passionately making out with them instead and then fuck off for another several years

is teruko like a shapeshifter??

she can also shapeshift others it looks??? or is it just age......

oh so her ability allows her to control age :33

does this just mean she regularly beats the shit out of toddlers and the elderly cause if so that's funny as fuck and +1 point to teruko

SHE DOES LMAO

shut up about the waitress dazai you haven't brought anything into this anime aside from pain and misery. the closest you were ever to being remotely likeable was when you were a port mafia executive with over 300 confirmed kills performing the zipper move on your useless stooge and his shit creature everyday and even then i couldn't forgive you as a slight against akutagawa is punishable by death in my eyes anyway

"can such a thing even be called human" shut the fuck up dazai don't you dare call my beautiful son sigma a thing. he's trying his best ok

sigma voted for most competent cringefail

WHOOPSIE TERUKO UHH. HANG IN THERE!!!! still on sigma's side though lmaoo

oh so she injured her ears now?? also if that stopped the sound waves from reaching her brain and exploding it or whatever. then how does she hear sigma rn. are these sounds like differenr or what or do i not get something about anatomy and shit idk

"the hunting dogs superhuman physical prowess is the result of surgery carried out by doctors with special abilities. but the inhuman nature of the surgeries made them such that, if we miss even one of the monthly follow-up surgeries, our flesh rots and we die" are you. okay

both sigma and teruko should be allowed to do whatever they want tbh. let them make peace and hold hands and skip thru the meadow together

ATSUSHI TO THE RESCUE??? LET'S GO ATSUSHI GET YOUR FURRY BROTHER

ooooh so sigma stabbed taneda...... leave him aloneee he's just a little guyy. he's just a little guyyy

:((

oh hi priest guy whose name i forgot

ok now atsushi and sigma listen to me young men join forces to beat the shit out of him there is nothing stronger in this world than two therians fighting paw in paw-

itll be good bonding experience i swear

sigma go join the sskk polycule. this is an order

nooooo bbg don't kill yourself :((((((

not all is lost ango because uhhh. uh. i said so :)))) and my word is absolute

THE AMONG US FILE

ooooooooh tachihara's gonna know now?? can we trust the boy????? he will never be a man to me. unless he atones for his sins against yosano

oh he won't :(((( so called free-thinkers when

oooooh or maybe he is a free-thinker after all...... he broke out of the

not all is lost because i said so :))))

OH HIROTSU AND GIN ARE ALIVE!!!!!!!!!! DO THE EPIC DANCE EVERYBODY

oooooooh he didn't want to really kill them <3333 tachihara who do you prefer. the hunting dogs (ew) or the wholesome mafia momence (yippiee)

fyodor and dazai arguing about god

i saw nikolai's face for a moment there...... buddy bestie pal i miss you dudeeee

wholesome mafia momence <3 we should forgive them all the mafia is too wholesome to be evil. who the fuck are yosano and kyouka

ooooooooh AND he spared yosano <3 tachihara gaining a lot of focus this season i'm not complaining

OOOOH the loophole...... tachihara is not the law enforcement/investigative body because he's a member of the port mafia through and through thus he won't dismiss it <33

let's go tachihara

NIKOLAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NIKOLAI BUDDY I MISSED YOU AND YOUR SHIT EATING GRIN

and that's it for s4 smash that like and subscribe for mo

anyway bsd season 4 let's go gamers

ep1:

still waiting for chuuya to get unbooked. notify me immediately once he gets unbooked i can't take thsi

oh hi fukuzawa. put his wrinkles back on ffs

fukuzawa and ranpo flashback episode pretty please??

LET'S GOOOOOOO

oh oda's the assassin?? killer baby

ranpo voice heard my waters are cropped

i do not accept ranpo being the same age/older than oda. i will not accept this. let oda be like. 30+ or whatever

whys ranpo giving me ouma vibes in this outfit

ranpo don't care sunglasses emoji

oh yeah i had the feeling the secretary was the killer from the moment ranpo walked in lmao. now danganronpa execute him

coolest kid you've never met

good for ranpo for getting kicked out of the police after exposing all their shit as a teenager

snitch ranpo we love to see it it's okay if he does it he can do whatever he wants forever he's never been wrong in his life

orphan lore

oh he's 14 now. baby

"well done for today-" "that's it?? you're talking to a 14-year old who lost his parents his job and his future. thats all you got??" yes ranpo go fight for that sympathy points make that old man cry and shake from guilt

he's so sillyyy......... "*2 seconds after walking out the door* help me mister bodyguard i don't have work or a place to stay im going to die" yes ranpo go fight for that house and income pluck that old man out of everything he got (morally correct). i love how it literally works and fukuzawa says yeagh sure every time

with every single minute ranpo is on screen. i swear. with every single damn frame of that guy he gets more and more npd. like. that is a narcissist. you wrote a narcissist and made him the coolest most swag guy in the anime. and that's not even mentioning that guy's massive fucking autism and adhd

is this gonna be like rain code chapter 2 where where-

fukuzawa sweating voice damn that kids a genius and also deeply deeply unnerving why is he so op in the smarts stats what happened in his early childhood to ruin him forever like this

and ranpo's utterly clueless to that too he just thinks everybody else is an idiot or just acting real weird and hiding what they know for some reason.

"ive only just met you so i don't know much but- *lists his entire fucking biography*"

LEAVE THE BOY ALONE YOU KNOCKED HIM OVER FUKUZAWA YOU MONSTER!!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A CRUEL AND WICKED PERSON YOU WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH YOU HAVE NOT AND NEVER WILL CHANGE IN A MEANINGFUL WAY. CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D DO THIS...............

oh ok he apologized. but can he ever truly be forgiven........

the hat :)

new sonboy acquired

[trans-xianxian]

pros of having my bedroom on the second floor: sit on roof :^)

cons of having my bedroom on the second floor: heat rises >:(

[feuillytheflorist]

OOOOOOOH, SO OMEGA MART STYLE TOMGREG? (to be interpreted however you want, I just love weird outer worldly stuff)

YES YES YES OK

so tom moves to Spooky Small Town(tm) after he and Shiv get a divorce, or break up or whatever, and greg works a dead end job in this grocery store-- its fucked up because everything in the town is fucked up-- and the newcomer has just showed up to do his weekly shopping. he's so wrapped up in his own misery that he doesn't notice right away that the town is Off, just that the cashier is way too friendly and trying way to hard to be his friend when he just wants to be left alone. but greg's been working at this shop for forever (he doesn't actually remember when he first started working there, just that he's always worked there) so he can wait. tom is starting to think it's weird that greg is there every time he goes to pick something up from the shop, even if it's odd hours-- the place is 24/7 of course, but when he asks greg to go out sometime, greg is always available. but he's starting to notice the oddness of the town-- and he's starting to think. maybe it's home.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Yessss exactly lol. It’s so darn confusing and messy and alsgaksgaksgajv

I wonder if cc!Wilbur ever planned to explain the ghost/limbo thing—or at least parts of it—but didn’t get the chance to. I think he probably has it all figured out in his own head but he also probably enjoys seeing people be so confused XD

Regardless, I’d be realllllly interested in hearing his thoughts on it!! Gosh if he could like… do a stream dedicated to discussing Dream SMP/his character/Ghostbur/etc I would EXPLODE FROM HAPPINESS AAAAAAAAH

OOOOOOOH THAT’S SUCH A COOL IDEA OH MY GOSH!!! OOOOOOOH!!! Man I love you how explained that—how Wilbur’s soul wasn’t able to pass on fully, and he was left stuck :0 That’s so super interesting!!

THANK YOU FOR NOT FILLING GHOSTBUR’S LIFE WITH PAIN AND MISERY 😭 HE DOES NOT DESERVE A SINGLE TERRIBLE THING CC!WILBUR HAS PUT HIM THROUGH I SWEAR

Dream SMP canon is such… a mess lol. On the one hand we have things like Wilbur’s mom being a fridge and marrying a fish and somehow producing a fox (??????) and on the other, we have cool stuff like limbo and ghosts! Things that are really freakin awesome and original and GOOD, but at the same time they make my brain hurt a little bit XD

Ohohohoho I am shaking ur hand on ghostbur thoughts I’ve been trying to dive into the narrative roles he fills and what he represents?? Like, what he is?? from wilbur?? like we can get into the surface level of he’s wils happy memories but he’s more than thattt and just !!! Thoughts thinking ruminating I loved hearing ur opinions and ideas

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH HELLO *excitedly shakes your hand*

This made me so happy to read through!! Yes!!!

YESSSSSSS EXACTLY HE’S SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT 😭

It’s clear that he’s a different being from Wilbur entirely (otherwise he wouldn’t be in Limbo right now) so he’s not just… another aspect of Wilbur, I don’t think. Sure, he’s connected to Wilbur—deeply connected to Wilbur. Without Wilbur, Ghostbur wouldn’t exist, and it’s clear that Ghostbur retains some memories that Wilbur has.

But to say that Ghostbur is merely an extension or a version of Wilbur Soot would be, in my opinion, wrong.

Because Ghostbur’s different!! He has a high-pitched and scratchy voice and he wears a yellow sweater and he loves sheep and the color blue and he’s innocent yet slightly disturbing (I don’t know if that’s the right word alsvaksgkag but Ghostbur definitely says/does things that are a little bit unnerving) and bad thoughts/experiences make his head hurt and he forgets things and he just wants everyone to be happy and and and-

Good gosh I love Ghostbur.

But yeah! Ghostbur can’t just be an extension of Wilbur, or Wilbur’s happy memories, because Ghostbur has his very own unique personality, manner of speech, quirks, likes/dislikes, etc. He’s not just a replica of Wilbur in paler skin; no, he’s a different being entirely.

Which is hekkin confusing lol. If he’s the ghost of Wilbur, then… shouldn’t he… y’know, be Wilbur? How and why is he different? Heh??

The best that I can understand is that, in the Dream SMP, when someone dies, a ghost appears in the image of that person—however! That ghost is really a different person altogether.

It’s like… hm. I guess when someone dies, a new person is “born” or blinked into existence. It’s like Tinkerbell but way darker lol

I can understand that, and I believe that truly is what happens in the Dream SMP.

What’s significantly more tricky to understand is who and what the new ghost is. How similar are they to their alive counterpart? Why do they remember things? Why do they have the same voice? Why do they look alike? SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!

This is all just a fancy way to say that I really don’t know all there is to know about Ghostbur! I’m not sure what aspects of Wilbur he represents, or why he’s so different than Wilbur, or anything!

All I do know is that Ghostbur is very much a separate being than Wilbur, and they’re definitely not the same person. Oh and also that I LOVE GHOSTBUR SO FREAKING MUCHHHHHH

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Hmm. Kinda wanna give you a Supergirl character but I feel like being unpredictable. So. Anna of Arendelle for the character ask

Nice NICE.

Why I like them: I very clearly have a Type and it is 'character who embodies the Doctor Who quote from “The Beast Below”: All that pain and misery and loneliness, and it just made [her] kind.' Darling girl.

Why I don’t: The only thing—THE ONLY THING—I do not like, character-wise, is the 'conflict' between her and Kristoff in Frozen II. 

Favorite scene: “For the First time in Forever (Reprise)”

Favorite movie: I don't want this to become a rambling mess about my complicated feelings regarding the sequel so we'll go with Frozen.

Favorite line: “But the thing is, she wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, maybe she has a thing about dirt!”

Favorite outfit: OOOOOOOH, tough call, tough call! (Because...look I just gotta say it: Anna's outfits are consistently better than Elsa's.) Hmmmm. Okay, I'm torn between her Coronation outfit and her traveling clothes from Frozen II...but I think I gotta give it to the Queen look. It's so classy, and the colors are excellent.

OTP: I've written fic for exactly two (2) ships, like, ever, and one of 'em is Kristanna so there ya go.

Brotp: Wouldn't call it a brOTP but our options are limited, so Snow Sisters.

Head Canon: Not a head canon but I just gotta say I find it utterly hilarious that the Domestic Assassin AU ended up being so accurate to their character arcs. (Anna as the Responsible Adult and Elsa as the disaster hermit cat fire lizard lady.)

Unpopular opinion: Not specific to Anna but Lord do I hate the never-ending fandom bickering about which sister is best, which sister is underrated, etc. etc. THEY'RE BOTH WONDERFUL IN THEIR OWN WAY.

A wish: The creators don't really seem interested in doing any more Frozen stuff and I don't blame 'em, but I really wish they'd gone the route of a show like Tangled: The Series because the ideas they wanted to explore in Frozen II really needed like. A season of episodes to fully develop them. 

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: This is tough because like. The movies are done? There's not really new content, outside of middle grade books and Olaf short films? And I'm very satisfied with the character arcs for both sisters, so. All good.

5 words to best describe them: “A bridge has two sides.”

My nickname for them: N/A

[demons-art-hell]

Ight, soulmate prompts time! You can see every color except the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you meet them, for insomnia (Dream × Error), written. Hope it's not too hard, thanks ^^

This was fun to write! Thank you for the suggestion

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Words: 567

Pairing: Insomnia

Error by Loverofpiggies

Dream by Jokublog

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It was common knowledge that you would see only the color of your soulmate’s eyes, right up until the point that you meet them. One person might see the vibrance of the grass and spring leaves where another could only see the beautiful colors of orange fall. This had always confused Dream, as he could see two colors: yellow and blue.

He could see the way his clothes matched the sun, and he could see the blue highlights on his brother each time they fought. It was crazy how his soulmate’s eyes could capture the two colors most relevant to his life.

Dream would sometimes ponder how one person could have two colors in their eyes. Maybe they had blue pupils and yellow irises, perhaps the other way around. It could be that one eye shone blue and the other yellow. There was unfortunately no way to tell until he met them.

~~~

When Dream met Ink, he found the artist to be all about colors, and even found out he used vials to see colors beyond what he normally could, and asked Dream what color it was he could see.

“Blue and yellow,” He stated, watching Ink’s face light up.

“You might have two soulmates!” He exclaimed, without hesitation. “Imagine that!”

Dream blinked, unprepared for the outburst. “I don’t think so, I can’t see myself with two people,” He explained, before noticing Ink’s eyes changing, and seeing blue in one eye, before the artist blinked and there were other colors that Dream couldn’t see.

“Your eyes change color?”

“Yeah, why?”

“It must suck for your soulmate, they’re probably seeing different colors every second,” The guardian said.

“Huh, I guess you’re right,” Ink hummed, looking around, and getting an idea. “Say, Dream?”

“Yes, Ink?”

“What if I looked for your soulmate with my vials?” Ink chirped, excitedly. “I have nothing to do since Error’s dedicated today to watching Undernovella, probably.”

“Error?” Dream questioned, certainly intrigued by the name.

“My nemesis, The Destroyer, absolutely-” Ink froze for a moment, and smiled at Dream, hitting him with a question, “What were we talking about?”

“Uh.... Someone called Error?

“Glitchy! Hey, that actually makes me wonder what his soulmate sees,” He questioned, leaning against his brush to think about it. “What do you think, Broomie? Maybe the primary colors? But red isn’t in his eyes, technically.. The black and white aren’t gonna do anything.. Hm”

“Ink?” The guardian’s voice brought Ink back to reality. “Yes Dream?”

“What are Error’s eyes like, then?”

“Well,” Ink started, “His eye sockets are red, so I don’t know if that would count, but his right eye is white, then his left is blue, with a yellow circle and a black pupil- So I guess his soulmate would see blue and yell- oooooooh! Dream! No way! What if.. Your soulmate is Error?”

“What..? No, I.. There’s no way my soulmate would be someone called ‘The Destroyer’; I can’t be soulmates with someone that causes misery, Ink,” Dream hurriedly pulled together some excuses, anything that disproved what Ink suggested, “I’m the embodiment of positivity, Ink, I-”

“Exactly why you might go well with Error! You might be his soulmate because you can stop his destruction,” Ink said, grabbing Dream by the hand, “I’m gonna take you with me next time he pops up, and if you aren’t his soulmate, at least you then know who to avoid.”

~~~

And that’s what Ink did.

That evening, Error struck, and Dream was being pulled with Ink through the portal he made, blue strings greeting both of them. A glitched laugh ran through the air.

“What’s this, Ink? Brought a friend along? A friend in yellow-” Error paused, staring at the new skeleton who was too busy struggling to look at him- “And orange, and red, and blue-” He didn’t even notice his face heating up at the sight as his head tilted to the side at the new colors, using his strings to pull the yellow-clad being closer, stopping their struggles.

Dream looked up, now face to face with a blue blush radiating off the other skeleton, blending slightly with the strings that ran down the other’s face, and as his vision trailed up Dream found himself staring at a mismatched pair of eyes, framed by a perfect red. He gasped, at a loss for words, almost forgetting he was at the complete mercy of the skeleton in front of him.

They were both interrupted by Ink splattering paint over the dark-boned skeleton. In his moment of being stunned, Error had let go of the strings tied to Ink, and had now let go of Dream in his shock of being hit with paint, growling in frustration as he wiped his eye sockets, lashing out and tying back up the guardian, who hadn’t ran far.

“Seems like I’ll be leaving with something much more valuable today!” Error cackled, retreating with his ‘prize’.

~~~

Dream struggled all the while Error just wandered around the anti void thinking to himself about what to do with him.

“Error! C’mon, we can talk through this,” Error’s head lifted, looking towards Dream, entranced by his smooth voice, “Look, we are soulmates, and you can’t ignore that.. How about we get to know each other? Okay, my name is Dream, and my job is protecting positive emotions”

Dream was greeted with silence.

“And uh, you’re Error.. You destroy stuff.... Or something.”

Error walked forward until he stood right in front of Dream and towered over him, a blush being elicited from Dream, as he stammered to find new words to help better Error’s impression of him, so they would get along.

‘Cute’ Error thought, holding a hand to the smaller’s cheek, leaning down and pressing their teeth together with a satisfying ‘clack’.

Dream was a blushing, stuttering mess.

Maybe it wouldn’t be too hard for them to get along after all.

[veliseraptor]

OH, how about 5 headcanons for the Maeglin-lives AU but centering on Tuor & Idril’s takes?

oooooooh this is a fun one, because yeah, since this AU takes place so much in Maeglin’s head (part of his problem right now is that he’s very much stuck in his own head and can’t get out and his head is a very bad place to be), I don’t get to talk so much about Tuor and Idril. 

let’s start with Idril. Initially she was more freaked out than angry, for obvious reasons again, but after she started getting organized and planning and everything was underway, then she went from upset to furious pretty fast. because while her relationship with Maeglin has been, uh, tense for a while, this is...on another level. This is a kind of betrayal that she almost can’t comprehend, that feels so profound and so incredibly perverse that she almost can’t grasp how Maeglin could have done it, at least not for a while. how could he, how could he put them all like risk like this, how could he doom their home-

but then, even with the anger, there’s...the realization underneath that it’s not just about Maeglin betraying Gondolin, but also about why. The realization that years ago Maeglin was captured, and taken to Angband, and imprisoned there for an unknown amount of time, and with the benefit of hindsight she can pinpoint when it must have been because she did notice the change, she just didn’t know why.

and it’s not that she blames herself - Idril has enough sense to recognize that it’s not her fault - she still wonders what might have been different if she’d asked different questions, or asked questions at all. And remembers, maybe, what it was like before things went Weird, when her younger, shy, uncertain cousin was new in Gondolin, his mother (Idril’s aunt) dead, his father dead (and died cursing him), and how did they get here? 

she suspects for a while, again, that Maeglin is planning to kill himself. he’s not exactly subtle about it, and I think she’s probably the one to suggest to Turgon that he keep guards on him, though she doesn’t express to Turgon why she suggests it. 

and then he says he’s going to stay, and that brings the anger roaring right back - how dare he quit, now, how dare he back out of this, how dare he abandon all of them now when they need all the hands they have.

She doesn’t want him to die. even after everything, he’s still her cousin. even if sometimes she thinks she hates him, she doesn’t want him to die, and the more desperately Maeglin makes to ‘escape’ the more she’s going to stop him.

and for Tuor...Tuor’s never actually hated Maeglin. He knows Maeglin hates him and he’s certainly wary of him, but he doesn’t hate him, and this doesn’t actually...change that as much as you’d expect? He’s certainly less angry than Idril is, in a lot of ways, probably because there’s not the same level of betrayal since there’s not the same level of connection. There’s anger, but it isn’t as personal. 

he and Idril discuss it and they’re on the same page re: Maeglin not dying, and Tuor kind of...takes it on himself to take point on that, because it’s easier for him than Idril in some ways. His feelings are less complicated, and again, less personal. or at least start out that way.

but then...Maeglin is such a mess, such a tangle of despair and misery and hopelessness, and Tuor’s response is to...legitimately start to pity him. it’s not sympathy, it is pity, at least to begin with, but it is a kind of compassion, because it’s clear that whatever Maeglin did in the past (horrible), in the here and now it’s consuming him and he’s not even trying to keep it from doing so. and the only thing that seems to work is appealing to his sense of duty, but even that is...temporary; he just keeps slipping.

but Tuor is very stubborn, and he’s not going to give up on this. 

and in some weird way...he wanted to like Maeglin. he wanted Maeglin to like him. this is not how he envisioned connecting with his cousin/brother-in-law. but it also feels like something he...not just needs to do, but actually kind of wants to do.

[sailorportia]

Femslash February 2020, Day 4

Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power Pairing: Glimmer/Catra Prompt: Punk/Pastel

approx. 2,100 words, rated T

also available on AO3

Summary:  Catra and Glimmer are forced to work together on a group assignment, and it's almost a competition to see who's more annoyed by this arrangement.

Tags: University AU, Swearing, Alcohol, Drunken Kissing

Catra was holding court in her corner of the student union building's cafeteria. "I can't believe Professor Prime stuck me with Sparkles for a group project!" She slammed her fist on the table, rattling everyone's lunch trays. "Anyone else would've been better than Sparkles!"

"I'm confused," Entrapta said, picking up tiny sandwiches from her lunchbox. "Who's Sparkles? Oh, do we have a new friend!?"

"Oh, um, that's what she calls Glimmer," Scorpia said. "Because, well, y'know," she leaned in and whispered, "Catra doesn't like her very much."

"Oooooooh!"

Catra ignored the exchange, lost in her own petty misery. "That girl is the worst. Total control freak. She never shuts up in class, always arguing with the profs and making everything a debate. She's not even that smart. I bet she only got in because her mother's got tenure." Her hatred toward Glimmer in no way stemmed from the fact that princess was now closer to Adora than Catra was. They were even roommates now. Not that it bothered Catra at all.

"Um, just out curiosity," Scorpia said, "this might not be important, but have you ever really talked to her? Like, other than insulting each other?"

Catra gave her a blank look. "Why would I need to do that? I don't need to learn her favourite colour to know I hate her." Knowing Sparkles, it was probably pink. Or worse, hot pink.

Entrapta frowned. "That's not a very scientific approach."

"I'm a political science major. Everyone knows that's a fake science."

"Okay," Scorpia said. "But she's one of Adora's friends. Isn't that enough reason to try to get along with her?"

"I don't want to get along with Adora's friends." Catra uttered the words as if they were a rule. If Scorpia and Entrapta had been feeling sassy, they could've pointed out that Catra was also one of Adora's friends, and that would explain why she didn't get along with herself.

"I'm just saying," Scorpia said with a shrug. "Maybe if you give her a chance, you'll find something you like about her. Or, uh, something you don't hate at least. Who knows? You might have more in common than you think."

"As if!" Catra and Glimmer couldn't have been less alike. First off, their appearances were complete opposites. Catra's punk style had attitude, conveyed through dark colours, unruly hair, spiked accessories, the patches on her jacket and other modifications to her clothing, such as stylish, strategically placed holes she tore with her own claws. Glimmer, in contrast, was a pastel disaster whose brightly-coloured outfits hurt to look at. Her hair was literally pink, like she was made of bubblegum or something. Secondly, Glimmer was a sanctimonious goody two-shoes, whereas Catra just didn't give a fuck. No way in hell were they going to get along.

"Well, you better figure out how you're going to talk to Glimmer," Entrapta said, "because she's headed this way."

A group of three approached their table: Adora and Bow, led by a pissed off Glimmer. Catra might have found it intimidating if she weren't wearing the softest possible shade of lavender. Her new haircut was something of an improvement. She was almost hot—but Catra wasn't into bossy girls.

"Hey, Catra," Adora said nervously as the group reached the table.

Glimmer cut Catra off before she could say her customary greeting. "If you screw up this assignment for me, I'm going ruin you."

Bow grimaced. "Glimmer! We literally just went over this!"

"You could at least pretend to be nice," Adora said.

"Why do I have to be nice?" Glimmer pointed at Catra accusingly. "If you heard the way she talks in class you'd get it. She's a war criminal waiting to happen."

Catra snorted. "Says the girl who's a shill for the monarchy."

Bow stepped between them. "Guys, guys, cool it. We don't want another fist fight on our hands."

"It was one time!" Glimmer protested. "And it was hardly my fault. Nyan Cat over here was being a belligerent drunk."

"Don't blame me for that incident," Catra said. "You threw the first punch after like six Shirley Temples."

"Who wouldn't punch you when you're so obnoxious?" Glimmer let out an agonized groan. "Just get your ass to me and Adora's dorm room tonight by six o'clock, or I'll come looking for you."

"Whatever." Catra stuck her tongue out as Glimmer stalked off, her friends running off after her. She didn't need any more proof that the two of them were incompatible at every level. Maybe she'd fail this assignment on purpose just to piss her off.

Glimmer was already regretting her decision to work on the group project in her dorm room. Her reasoning had been that she didn't want to be seen in public with Catra, but she hadn't anticipated how much having Catra in her living space made her skin crawl.

They were sitting on Glimmer's side of the room. Catra had attempted to make herself at home on Adora's bed, but Glimmer put that to a stop immediately.

"You don't shed, do you?" Glimmer asked, eyeing Catra's wild mane of fur. "I don't want to be picking your hairs off my clothes for the next month."

"That's an anti-cat microaggression," Catra said. "Not very politically correct of you. Besides, it can't be as bad as all the glitter you leave behind, Sparkles."

"That's not my name! And I do not wear that much glitter." Sure, Glimmer preferred sparkly eye shadow some days, and some of her clothes did have glittery details on them, but glitter wasn't her thing. "You're in no place to criticize how I look." She sneered at Catra's outfit, specifically the tears in her pants. "Nice jeans, were they 50% off?"

"Haha. Very funny. I'm sure you bought your clothes at 200% the price just to show off how bougie you are."

"Listen you—" Glimmer groaned through her teeth. She knew Catra was just trying to get under her skin. All she had to do was be the bigger person and let this go. "The sooner we start this assignment, the sooner we'll be done and out of each other's hair."

"Finally something we can agree on," Catra said. "What's the topic again?"

"We're supposed to pick one from this list." Glimmer retrieved the relevant paper from her desk and read them off. "There's one about arguments for and against raising the minimum wage."

"Eh? That sounds dangerously like math. Economics sucks."

"Fair. Next is one about the role of money in politics."

"Still too much math."

"Suggestions for electoral reform?

Catra laughed. "Maybe get rid of elections altogether? Then everyone's equally unhappy with the result."

Glimmer could've sworn she had some patience, but it was running out faster than she'd anticipated. "There's one about the ethics of torture."

"That one's easy. Whatever gets the job done is fine with me."

Never mind writing an assignment together, they were never going to find a topic they could agree on due to Catra having the moral centre of a Saturday morning cartoon villain. "Torture doesn't even work! The premise is flawed."

"Really? It's working on me right now."

Glimmer groaned. "Is this a joke to you? This assignment is for 10% of our mark! You might not care about your own future, but I do."

Catra smirked. "What's wrong? Afraid that Professor Mommy will be disappointed if her little princess flunks a class?"

"You don't have any idea what it's like studying at a college where your mother is one of the professors. Having to measure up to those expectations all the time."

"Hey, at least people expect something from you. You can't imagine what it's like to grow up in Adora's perfect shadow."

"Yeah, well now she's my perfect roommate, and I'm going to lose it if I have to hear one more time that Adora got on the dean's list last year and I didn't."

"Oh yeah? Well I would've gotten on the list too if I didn't have to deal with Professor Hordak's inferiority complex."

The conversation carried on way longer than it should've. It turned out the only way they could avoid bitching at each other was by bitching to each other instead. Before long they ordered a pizza and cracked open a couple of cold ones, the assignment lying forgotten on Glimmer's desk.

By the time they ran out of things to complain about, they were both a little beyond tipsy. They had moved to sitting on Glimmer's bed, leaning against each other. Glimmer was very aware of the fact that she had never been this close to Catra before, physically or emotionally. Not wanting to linger on those thoughts, she said the first thing that came to mind.

"Hey, is it true that you wore a tux to your high school prom?"

Catra smirked. She put her empty beer can down and got out her phone. "Feast your eyes."

Feast, Glimmer did. She was tempted to ask Catra to send her the pictures. "Daaaaaaaaaaamn," Glimmer said. "Adora's so lucky. I went to mine with Bow as a friend-date, but she got to dance with the hottest girl at the prom."

If they were any farther apart, she wouldn't have picked up on the other girl's reaction: a low, rumbling sound in her chest.

"Oh my god." Glimmer couldn't believe her ears. "Are you purring?"

"No!" Catra stuffed her phone back in her pocket and crossed her arms over her chest, as if that would cover up the sound she'd already made. "You're imagining things. All that glitter must've gone to your head."

"Oh, looks like someone isn't used to hearing people say nice things about her." This was too good. "So that's how I get under your skin."

Catra's face looked like it couldn't decide if she were furious or embarrassed. "Screw off, Sparkles."

"Aw, you can dish it out but you can't take it? That's so cute." Glimmer honestly didn't know why she was winding Catra up. Maybe she wanted to see what would happen when she finally sprung.

Catra stood up, but didn't step away from the bed. "Isn't Adora going to be coming back soon? I should probably go..."

Glimmer grabbed Catra's arm and pulled her back down. "We've talked enough about Adora. Let's talk about you."

"I don't want to talk," Catra said. "I don't want Adora to walk in and see me getting along with you!"

"You care too much about what Adora thinks. Are you that hung up on your old prom date?"

"I am not! Screw you! I'm always getting the girls. I don't need to chase after Adora. I've got pull!"

Glimmer smirked. "I'll believe it when I see it."

Catra had hit her limit. The cat finally pounced. "You asked for it."

In one swift motion, Catra pushed Glimmer down and pinned her to the bed. There was a moment's pause before their lips crashed together.

Oh my god, Glimmer thought as she tasted the alcohol on Catra's breath, is Catra kissing me? Am I kissing her back? Even being tipsy wasn't enough to excuse this. But Glimmer didn't really care. She needed to blow off steam, and making out with a bitchy catgirl serviced that need.

The kissing kept getting messier and messier, which was a nice analogue to their interpersonal relationship. Glimmer vaguely acknowledged that she'd never live it down if anyone found out about this, but it wasn't like Catra was going to brag about it either. They were in the clear—

"Oh my god. I didn't expect you guys to get along this well."

Glimmer and Catra sobered up instantly. They broke apart, Catra springing away as if she'd suffered an electric shock. In absolute horror they turned in unison to see Adora standing in the doorway, barely containing her amusement.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Glimmer said.

"It's actually exactly what it looks like," Catra said. "Kill me."

Adora laughed so hard she snorted. "Looks like you guys had a party," she said, looking at the empty pizza box and beer cans. "You guys must've finished up that assignment pretty quickly." She raised an eyebrow at the sight of the pair's blank looks. "You did work on the assignment, right?"

As if a switch had been thrown, Glimmer and Catra were back at each other's throats as if nothing had happened. "This is all your fault!"

[lone-louve-musings]

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[sutiliscor]

Game Grumps Best of Wacky World of Golf Starters

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