#own take

[whatifut]

So this is a one-shot I don't know if I'll continue. But I thought I'd share. It is set in a multiverse where nightmare and his gang lost to dream and the gang is sort of a weird patchwork family that did become less murderous over time and actually made friends around the multiverse.

I saw this picture of cross holding a tiny chubby bitty nightmare and I just had to write this. It's a small bit angsty with fluff. Have fun ^^

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Since the bad Sanses lost and entered a forced peace treaty with the star Sanses nightmare was having a hard time.  At first he even lashed out at his team,  but when he noticed what he did and understood that he did it to  feed off them, he disappeared into the shadows.

His team wanted to help and cause trouble, but the treaty forbid it, so nightmare stopped them from the shadows since they would have gotten into trouble. 

The treaty said,  any bad Sans causing trouble would be detained on sight. 

So for a while the only communication they had with nm was talking to his shadow on the wall. 

They were all sad and didn't know what to do. 

And even though that gave nightmare a good meal, he didn't want to see them down. 

So after a while he encouraged them to pick up their hobbies again and got dream to allow them to see their multiversal friends,  farm, color, epic, blue, error and a few others.

 

The team,  while still worried about nightmare was having fun and got more stable after a while. Encouraged by the fact nightmare occasionally spoke to them and frequently left them breakfast.

So it didn't come as a surprise to dust to see the table already set,  when he was up before horror. 

Inspecting the food choices,  he wanted to grab some eggs, bacon and bread,  when he noticed something black and shiny on one plate that sort of looked like black peppers. 

Curiously poking it with a fork though, revealed it to be something more like black tentacles.

It took him a moment to process this as he nudged the black goo glob further until a groan made him freeze.

Staring at the shape in shock, he saw a skull with an eyelight barely emerging the lump,  cyan eyelight blinking at him slowly. 

Dusts worry spiked at that sight and the impossibly small lump perked up slightly, tentacles writhing a bit.

Then suddenly the lumps eyelight recognized being seen and the glob started to drag itself towards the edge of the table.

Just before it reached the edge, dust snapped out of his stupor and instinctively grabbed for the small, slimey creature.

Realizing his possible mistake, dust flinched, prepared to get stabbed by a tentacle, but instead, whatever was in his hand,  stilled. 

Carefully turning towards it revealed a shaking black lump 

"n.. no, I'm.." The lump bubbled out words, but fell silent again. 

Dusts eyes shot open.

Gently prodding it confirmed dusts worries, revealing the lump to be a small skull attached to 4 chubby tiny tentacles, but no body.

"Y.. you can't.. please, I" 

The lump tried and failed to push his prodding finger away with a small tentacle, but it was very weak. 

Dust swallowed at the way the tiny form seemed to be shaking in fear. 

"B.. boss?" Dust whispered in disbelief.

The lump that fit easily in one of his hands,  froze, slitted eyelight staring up at dust in panic. 

Dust was thankful for his quick reflexes when he caught on as the small goop nightmare wanted to flee, catching him and caging him between his hands. 

"L.. let go" nightmare whisper-shouted indignantly.

"I don't want your worry and your pity they taste stale and.. and you shouldn't care anymore.

Why do you all still insist to be here?! 

Don't you want to be happy?!"

Dust swallowed thickly at that. 

"Wh.. what, why would I not care anymore?"

The rejection stung dust and made the small lump bubble for a moment. 

"S.. see, you're just hurting when I'm around,  I hurt you."

For a second dust ground his teeth a swell of anger making the small body bubble again. 

"S.. stop,  you..

I don't want you to hurt. 

Why are you all insisting to stay?

Don't You realize I'm no good for any of you?"

"What?!"

Dust rattled with repressed irritation,  making nightmare whine as his upper body emerged from the goop.

Nightmare was feeding from the emotion, that tasted too good.  

Why did it have to taste good when it was so bad for one of his underlings he grew to care about. 

He clawed dusts hand with his own minuscule skeletal fingers, his own rage boiling up as he fought feeding from his underling.

His goop spiking and voice shrill he shouted "You're nothing but idiots,  you can finally be free and happy,  you can't work for me anymore,  because we lost,  why do you still insist on pestering me?!

Aren't you happy, yet?  Is your new, more stable life not to your liking?!

How long do you insist to stay? You're pitiful attempt at feeding me negativity is nothing compared to the festering positivity my brother is spreading.

I'm not a pet, I'm your master. So let me go this instant and leave."

If dust didn't see the shaking and fearful tears in his boss' eye, he would have backed off right away,  but as a Sans if he was good at something it was reading the room. 

He scoffed "you think any of us could actually be happy simply playing house with the people we like,  when we've been hurting and causing harm to others in your name for centuries, now?

Did you forget where you got us from in the first place?"

Dust fixed nightmare with his flaring eyelights, delighted in knowing he had his rapt attention. 

"We are murderers.

Outcasts." 

He continued 

"You kept us more stable for centuries than I ever was, from what I remember of my previous life and all of us are still some degree of insane. "

Dust shook his head at nightmares bewildered look. 

"You know,  just because you took us in and showed more kindness and interest in us than hardly any monster before, doesn't mean we'd do things for you we don't like. 

We didn't call you 'boss' or obeyed you out of fear, none of us cared enough to fear for our lives,  we decided to serve you out of respect. 

I mean none of us could even attempt to have a more stable life without your help,  I am still talking to an invisible vengeful ghost of my brother."

Dust glared down at the small octopus like version of nightmare and couldn't suppress the small thought that he was adorable. 

Which made nightmare choke and bristle,  replacing dusts affection with smug satisfaction.

"Ugh, stop that sentimental nonsense."

Nightmare choked after listening to dust.

 

"I could feel you tensing earlier when you feared being stabbed by me,  you can't fool me. 

I'm supposed to be feared and despised.

I feed from peoples misery."

Dust scoffed "and how is that a bad thing?"

Nightmare glared "I beg your pardon?!"

"If the misery is gone, usually people can start healing. Ever heard about catharsis?

Not like everyone can be saved,  but it's a start to get everything out"

"But,  I fed from you feeling bad,  even caused it, how would that be good if you're nothing but a meal to me?!"

Dust made a thoughtful face "Oh, so that's why you're reduced to an adorable goopy octopus cause you don't care for us beyond using us as a meal.

Then you either must have an eating disorder, because you're trying your hardest to make us happy,  or you're just afraid to admit that you've become head of a weird patchwork family."

Nightmare sputtered "you're.. I'm.. I'm not adorable, shut up! 

I don't care for your delusions,  I was merely trying to get all of you to stop causing trouble. The treaty forbids it,  you're too stupid to not cause me more problems,  it's not like I care."

Dust grinned at that, shrugged and pointed at the set table,  looking smug.

"It's like.. it's a last meal for my servants I've been trying to get you to leave every day."

"Then why not enhance our negativity to feed from us and make us leave?!" 

"I.. I could do that easily,  don't tempt me you Imbecile."

Dust raised a brow, waiting for a moment. 

"So?!" He prompted. 

Cursing under his breath nightmare glared at dust "none of you would leave if you didn't fit in with the happy people." 

[ionomycin]

Grief

ref photo by @jawsstone

[marzipanandminutiae]

"hey why are all the barrier garments like linen shirts or chemises or combinations going away?"

"oh we have more washable fabrics now! you don't need to worry about sweat reaching your outer clothing when you can just chuck it in the washing machine!"

"cool!"

[100 years later]

"so uh all of those new washable fabrics are leaching microplastics into our water, and the constant machine-washing wears garments out faster. they're also not really sturdy enough to be mended, so we keep having to throw them out and now the planet is covered in plastic fabric waste that will never break down. also it turns out that the new washable fabrics hold odor-causing bacteria VERY well. so could we get those barrier garments back please?"

"sorry babe linen now costs $100000/yard and since it's been so long without them, nobody knows how to adapt barrier garments to the current styles anyway"

"..."

"maybe try this new $50 undershirt made of Special Sweat-Wicking Plastic Fabric! :) :) :)"

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[post-grammatic-stress]

If you've ever told a person who's had to be bedbound for a period of time that you wish you could "just stay in bed", DO IT.

Stay in bed. For days. But don't get up if someone needs you to, or you get bored, or you get antsy. Don't do anything other than rest. Just lie in your bed, whether you need to get stuff done around the house or socialize or anything else "productive". You'll have to cancel on people, you'll disappoint them, they won't understand.

And if you're thinking, "well, i CAN'T just be in bed. There's stuff that has to be done - I have plans", maybe ask yourself why you assumed a disabled person doesn't have plans or things to do or desires.

[songofsaraneth]

every time i ask people if they do any new years resolutions its all ooooo i dont like making them bc i fail or ohhhhh no i couldnt keep up wiht that and then when they ask me and i tell them about Pasta Quest (i am eating as many different pasta shapes as possible in the space of a year) or when i did Fruit Adventures (every time i saw a fruit i had never eaten before id get one and eat it and read the wikipedia article about it) theyre like hang on i forgot you can make Fun Ones i want a fun one

[goatsandgangsters]

how to find literally any post on a blog in seconds (on desktop)

there are so many posts about ~tumblr is so broken, you can’t find any post on your own blog, it’s impossible, bluhrblub~

I am here to tell you otherwise! it is in fact INCREDIBLY easy to find a post on a blog if you’re on desktop/browser and you know what you’re doing:

url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant. every single post, every single time. in chronological order starting with the most recent post. note: it will not find #croissants or that time you made the typo #croidnssants. for a tag with multiple words, it’s just /tagged/my-croissant and it will show you everything with the exact phrase #my croissant

url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant/chrono will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the exact phrase #croissant, but it will show them in reverse order with the oldest first 

url.tumblr.com/search/croissant isn’t as perfect at finding everything, but it’s generally loads better than the search on mobile. it will find a good array of posts that have the word croissant in them somewhere. could be in the body of the post (op captioned it “look at my croissant”) or in the tags (#man I want a croissant). it won’t necessarily find EVERYTHING like /tagged/ does, but I find it’s still more reliable than search on mobile. you can sometimes even find posts by a specific user by searching their url. also, unlike whatever random assortment tumblr mobile pulls up, it will still show them in a more logically chronological order

url.tumblr.com/day/2020/11/05 will show you every post on the blog from november 5th, 2020, in case you’re taking a break from croissants to look for destiel election memes 

url.tumblr.com/archive/ is search paradise. easily go to a particular month and see all posts as thumbnails! search by post type! search by tags but as thumbnails now

url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio will show you every audio post on your blog (you can also filter by other post types). sometimes a little imperfect if you’re looking for a video when the op embedded the video in a text post instead of posting as a video post, etc

url.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/croissant will show you EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant, but it will show you them in the archive thumbnail view divided by months. very useful if you’re looking for a specific picture of a croissant that was reblogged 6 months ago and want to be able to scan for it quickly 

url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio/tagged/croissant will show you every audio post tagged with the specific phrase #croissant (you can also filter by photo or text instead, because I don’t know why you have audio posts tagged croissant) 

the tag system on desktop tumblr is GENUINELY amazing for searching within a specific blog! 

caveat: this assumes a person HAS a desktop theme (or “custom theme”) enabled. a “custom theme” is url.tumblr.com, as opposed to tumblr.com/url. I’ve heard you have to opt-into the former now, when it used to be the default, so not everyone HAS a custom theme where you can use all those neat url tricks. 

if the person doesn’t have a “custom theme” enabled, you’re beholden to the search bar. still, I’ve found the search bar on tumblr.com/url is WAY more reliable than search on mobile. for starters, it tends to bring posts up in a sensible order, instead of dredging up random posts from 2013 before anything else

if you’re on mobile, I’m sorry. godspeed and good luck finding anything. (my one tip is that if you’re able to click ON a tag rather than go through the search bar, you’ll have better luck. if your mutual has recently reblogged a post tagged #croissant, you can click #croissant and it’ll bring up everything tagged #croissant just like /tagged/croissant. but if there’s no readily available tag to click on, you have to rely on the mobile search bar and its weird bizarre whims) 

[kald-dal-art]

Norwegian Miku Ig

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au with Zuko and Katara Lee and Huamei

Katara is separated from her friends, and so she's left to travel the earth kingdom on her own. She stumbles across Zuko, who is similarly travelling on his own. They decide that pairing up and travelling together would be best

[bookshelfpassageway]

yknow i dont go here but sometimes i gotta go: seriously respect clowns. they have the worst pop culture representation in the world and also the best most thorough honor code. they're just here to be silly little guys who bring joy and are very conscientious about doing so responsibly. let them to their merriment in peace you dont hafta take potshots. i dont go here but like maybe i should, you all seem super chill

[chloesimaginationthings]

How Jeff really dies in FNAF into the pit…

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[canisalbus]