#the odd little group

[topazshadowwolf]

Well if you like doing character analysis'.... Which of the boys is the most like Classic Sans at this point? Do any of the boys wish they were Classic (Dust), And how much Swap Sans does Nightmare have in him? Sorry for the string of questions, and I know this isn't necessarily deep, I just want to know, thanks. (Btw, i love the way you portray Killer. It's really close to canon, and just the way you do it makes me very happy. Have a good christmas!)

Which of the boys is more like Classic? Easy. Dust. Next is Horror, then Killer and Cross are equal because both are too altered in one way or another to be more like Classic than the other.

Dust beats Horror in it as Horror grew to understand he can’t always sit back and wait. Doing that could cause others he cares about to suffer. Dust is close to that too, but Dust is more likely to sit back and watch for longer to gather intel than Horror. Both are willing to cook and prepare food, but Dust is more into preparing microwaved hotdogs for himself or simple meals that are as simple as opening the pack and tossing it in the oven than Horror. Horror, as in the fic, far prefers preparing meals and as long as food isn’t wasted, he will make a full presentation with the plate if Nightmare had important guests over. (like veggies made into flowers and stuff like that.) 

Also, Dust’s terrible sleep schedule has him drifting off to sleep like Classic Sans still. Horror has an easier time staying awake until it’s time for bed. Guess one could say the damage to his skull allowed him to have some real sleep as he rarely has dreams. (The ones he has are nightmares, but Nightmare noticed and helps him sleep calmly.) Dust can sleep just about anywhere and anyway, much like Classic. Though he far prefers the sofa in the entertainment room for naps. But be ready, there might be times when the gang find Dust in odd places trying to catch some z’s where he figures Killer won’t find him to bug him.

But does Dust wish he was Classic? Yes and no? Yes in the sense he misses his loved ones and feels so much regret. No in the sense that he would never want to be in that cycle again. Hearing and seeing those he loved tortured over and over again for the amusement of another. What he would want most of all: the ability to restore his world without the human coming back and then disappearing so everyone he loves could live in peace. He figures they would miss him at first, but they would be happier without him there. (They would be alive, but not sure if they would be happier, Dust…)

But monsters can’t seem to reset…

How much Swap is in Noot? Oh boy… uh…

My Dadmare does like swearing which is a Swap trait. He likes his home clean and neat. Swap trait. Oh, and he is very organized. He might have written some guides to the multiverse under a pen name based on his research. All that paperwork is self assigned, but someone has to figure out the chaos that is the multiverse. But Dadmare is mostly his own person.

Let’s look at Dream, too. :3c You all have barely met Dream but let’s see how much Swap is in him. Well… he’s not clean. He is more neat than Ink is, but Dream would be more inclined to jump into a mud puddle to play with friends than stand by and watch like Nightmare would. He is nowhere near as organized. Blue organizes everything in the house and Dream just follows Dreams little labels he placed all over the kitchen and everything. Dream also loooooves sleep, he just feels the need to help everyone he comes across who needs some assistance. But if he didn’t have that drive, he would take mandatory midday naps. A Dream who gave into his love of sleep would ask Nightmare to reschedule a fight for two hours later as he needed his daily nap.

That being said, the Swap in him is the positivity, the ability to build up and support others. The joy he seems to share just by being in the room. The need to try everything. ← This later thing is why Dream is far more tech savvy than Nightmare. XD

Thank you! I did a lot of research on Killer because I knew very little about him as I originally misunderstood him as a character. The concept of a Sans who agreed to help kill everyone just turned me off initially. But I read through rahafwabas blog, the more I started to love this oddball. I will admit some bias towards Dust, cut of the four he is only a tiny bit more of a favorite as I’ve grown to love all four.

NOW! You my anon friend. Your questions were deep enough. And I loved answering them. That being said... maybe next time send two asks? Like who is more like classic and who wants to be classic are close enough that could have been one. The apple twins could have been another. But don't care either way! And not sure if you are the same as the one who sent the similar questions before or not? Just got two asks about this stuff two days in a row which feels like there was some worry I didn't get the ask. If one, thank you . If two, thanks both of you. I love the asks and was wanting to answer them, just didn't have the time. (stupid adulting)

[inkyarcturus]

Fun idea I’ve had bouncing around about Remus:

You know how queer/neurodivergent kids have that one teacher that they bond to? You know what I’m talking about- you’ve seen the memes about the gay kid and the English/art teacher bond.

I like to imagine that Remus just has a tiny group of kids who hung out in his classroom to feel safe.

He would leave his door open constantly and during lunch, he would offer to call a house elf for hot chocolate, tea, biscuits or other sweets for the kids. If he noticed one of his kids doesn’t eat lunch, he would quietly pull them to the side and ask what was up.

The kids would talk to him abt literally anything under the sun. Some would even go and ask for help for other classes (quite a few for potions, none of which were slytherins)

He’d have a small bowl of pride pins and flags up for grabs on his desk which his kids occasionally take, always causing him to give a little smile to the kid.

I don’t know. I just image Remus as the designated safe teacher. He’d be the one to notice a kid struggling and offer help or ask what’s wrong. He’d be the one that students go to when they have problems at home, were being bullied or just needed someone to talk to.

[geektrashfan]

*watching the Disastrous Life of Saiki K* "Who put genuine and heartfelt character arcs in my gag anime?"

[cupiidzbow]

frowny face. i’ll be honest actually do think it’s kinda concerning how people can’t just. sit down and take characters or media with a critical eye sometimes on here, like there’s stuff idgaf abt like i don’t care that you like a character that was a murderer or corny villain or something that literally doesn’t matter. that is literally the least of my worries i literally do not care. it’s more of like. being in infatuated with characters that are like egregious racists, literal nazis….. slave owners .. actual oppressors who hate minorities very loudly IN their media 😭 and the people backing you up and supporting you very loudly that u like them. like idk if it’s bc I see fandom spaces in a different lens already bc ( gestures to self ) black person. any ounce of criticism you give to someone is deflected with tears or wanting pity for liking the media they like cause they ‘can’t help it’ and I’m like. is. is this really how you live your life .

[miraluking-respectfully]

felix being referred to more or less exclusively as "your soldier" in-game speaks to how little the writers put into his character beyond his noggin full of sith secrets & his relationship with the consular; still, i do find it kind of sweet and funny, in a way. he's not a republic soldier, not even your personal bodyguard; he's your soldier. the consular is a small nation-state in and of herself

[blujayonthewing]

it IS nice, as someone who's a lot more used to 'what if I meet my internet friends irl and they don't like me' type anxiety, to have 'what if I meet my friend's internet friend and I don't like him' anxiety once in awhile instead

[mercymaker]

almost 2am here so rambling time but gah

i miss my literary analysis classes. i miss that writing group i was invited to years ago. i miss just going absolutely nuts over a text. i miss discussing writing, characters. i miss the feedback. i miss getting excited hearing an older lady's memoirs on soviet-era nuclear plants. i miss the exciting stories of an irish immigrant. i miss the beautifully written, soul-touching tales full of mythos from a hawaiian woman. i miss having someone listening to me reading my stories, patiently waiting for me to go through the motions, only to tell me things that they found exciting or enjoyable in my text.

above all, i just miss the sense of community. the connection. finding beauty in all sorts of art forms. being alone in a foreign country, with relatively niche interests is just.. a lot sometimes

[tedhead]

started a movie based email penpalship with my dad’s friend bc he sent me a huge list of recommendations and of course i had to send some back

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Loudest Silence

YA contemporary

a newly Deaf-Hard of hearing girl moves across the country and starts a new school, struggling with navigating her disability and love for singing and lost friendships - determined to not make any new friends for the year she’s in Florida

and a boy struggling with family expectations and anxiety, after being made the fútbal captain even though he secretly ways to be on broadway, who quickly befriends her

bi & aroace-coded MCs

[vidoeslot]

TUMBLR OBJECTUM POLL

If you're attracted to multiple types of objects just pick which one is your favorite, or most attractive! Reblog for a bigger sample size.

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

the deeply dispiriting feeling of being told that a handful of friendly strangers in a shared community would like to be part of a group you've proposed, only to hear from none of them and still be the only person in the discord you created when invites are about to expire almost a week later, leaving you paranoid and wondering whether you set it up wrong or just haven't received any kind of acknowledgement because they saw the work you put in setting it up and all realized you are way too much

[hum--hallelujah]

honestly if I were ever to throw the Suitehearts into any of my Killjoys stuff the dynamic would literally be the stupidest thing in the world. you do not want to have the Four and those guys together in any setting. it's a recipe for disaster. Jet and Benzedrine bitch and bicker like old ladies. telepathic warfare is waged via a complex language of glares and eyebrow movements between everyone in the room. Sandman makes a wholeheartedly joking comment to Ghoul like "I want to study you in a lab" and Kobra Kid gives him a black eye on the spot. Crab and Donnie end up playing hide n seek with the Girl until someone else who isn't aware of the game accidentally dumps a whole dude out of their hiding spot on accident and then gets elbowed for it. everyone hates each other but they're also kind of pals in the way that people who occasionally help each other out but don't see each other outside of that can be. that kind of thing

[happi-tree]

head in my hands (<- she is thinking about the dreamcatcher dystopia and apocalypse trilogies)

with dystopia it's like. (scream) the world is so full of hatred and vitriol and every time i am reminded of it, it seeps further and further into my veins and i'm worried it may consume me. the witch hunts are constant and ever worsening, and all that ever comes from them is more contempt and more regret. what is this poisonous masquerade all for. does anyone else hear this, i'm calling out to you, i'm begging for relief and for catharsis. i need this to reach you, i need you to hear the cries of the people who are suffering. i'm shouting alongside them. (boca) do you speak to your mother with that mouth. would she be proud of the things that you're saying. look around you - the angels are dying and the casualties grow with every spiteful word. sometimes kindness starts with silence when all you want is to fight fire with fire. my heart is pierced for you again and again, and i don't know how much longer it can be like this. i want to help you, i want to let you breathe again and give you relief from the harsh words that have strangled your lungs. i want to make this world better, and i want it to start with us. (odd eye) the world is broken, this is not a fairytale. utopia has never existed and it never will. do not believe the sugarcoated lie of perfection because it is impossible to grasp. the world is dark and you will not find what you're looking for if eternal peace is what you seek. open your eyes to reality, and you will make it a better place - not by dreaming, but by doing what you can.

and then with apocalypse it's like. (maison) our home is dying, our planet is dying, our people are dying, but i feel so detached from it all. i need to come down to earth, i need to keep pushing for change in every way that matters. your conscience is drying faster than the droughts plaguing our land, don't you see that we need to do something about this. please someone fight for us - the task is enormous and the stakes are daunting, and i'm coming down to rescue you but i can't do it alone. you have to help save yourself. (vision) the world is a scorched-earth battlefield and we are its foot-soldiers. we must press on and fight now that we've come this far. everything is painted in shades of moral gray, but we must act decisively. i am reaching for your hand in the trenches, i am sending a message to you, i am giving you a vision. do you copy, have you clasped my soot-stained hand. the work is hard, but we must reload and keep going. join us and fight alongside us. i am not asking, i am not begging - there is no time for either. ([reason] i am with you always, in war and peace, in hatred and in love. you are why i fight. i have spent years being beaten down, and you have, too, but it is your companionship that buoys me, brightens my darkness, makes this world worth it all. you are my reason. don't let me stop fighting.) (bon voyage) we have fought the good fight together, my friend. the war wages onward, but our assignments have changed, and we must part ways. i will carry every lesson you have taught me within me. the battlefield lies fallow until the footprints recede. the flowers are starting to bloom again and the colors are coming into focus. a part of me will always be drawn to you even as i leave you, even when you are long gone. travel well, my friend. may our battles not be in vain and may we both find rest. i hope i will see your face in peacetime.

[elven-kisses]

send message in gc it is silent for a whole 12hrs

anyone else sends mrssage and it is immediately active

rinse and repeat

[bylertruther]

dustin and will would be the cuddliest, touchiest, most affectionate boyfriends Ever btw . if u even care !!!!!!!! (and also the most verbally bitchy to everyone else) (while being cuddly)

[valoale]

Me: has tons of shows and films I have saved on my watchlist and has never seen them

Also me: chooses to rewatch all 19 seasons of Grey’s instead