#thethere

[chaosapplesauce]

This is Tethers🕯. She is our newest Star.

[ardenrosegarden]

I can make Hawiz de Rennes horror.

[eulchu]

a few months ago I sent you a tweet thinking it had been you on Twitter for months about choking on dreams cock on the titanic cause you guys had the same name and vibe and I think Asia just industry planted them on Tumblr cause that exact tweet is their first post so now I think there are two tumblrina ro's you guys might have to fight or kiss or something

WHO.

[flawedfemalecharacter]

i might be insane (or just rlly depressed) but it really fills me w joy when i realise something is my favourite like yes i love therefore im alive

[lewisscapaldi]

relationship with my mother that doesn't leave me with chronic guilt pleaseeeee :)

[janedoe297-art]

historians were WRONG 🖤💜 also I used this illustration by Ed Vebell as a reference

[heartofbusan]

Let me be dramatic for a second here and say that if hypothetically, you, a human, are a bit insecure while growing up, and you suddenly establish a friendly attachment to another person. One that makes you feel safe. When that person then also becomes romantically involved with another person, for you, this new attachment of theirs brings up feelings of abandonment and insecurity.

Now, in this dynamic between the two of you, you yourself don't mind venturing off from this special person to join other friends because that doesn't threaten your bond with this angelic person. You know how long the thether is allowed to be before you need it to snap back again. But when your special person, your angel, ventures off, and not just with friends but with this lover of theirs...well, now that makes you very afraid.

That lover could become more special to your angel person than you. So you seek closeness within this duo. You seek to remain near them in order to be the one to, once again, venture off on your own accord. So in this way you hold the reigns, contol. You're lucky because your special person is very understanding and caring and knows your insecurities even better than you do. They are used to accommodate for your 'irrational' behavior, and they accept your humanity. Their lover, however, while he holds you in their heart like a friend, is less forgiving and understanding. They are only human, after all, and they want this angel to themselves. Not because they are mean or anything, just because this lover needs his space and privacy in order to feel his own sense of safety and control.

Your angel is truly the glue that holds this dynamic together. They accommodate both parties and even have room for their own feelings. This angelic person is no masochist, no weakling. They just care a lot for the people in their life and gives them a lot of space.

So, why should we fault our hypothetical 'someone' just for being insecure? Why should we fault the lover for being human? Why should we fault the angel for being selfless?

Is it because we recognize and hate these traits in ourselves? To be insecure. To be selfish. To be selfless.

People should really deal with their own selves before judging other's for living their own, in this hypothetical instance, lmao 😃, very public lives. Let them keep the particular dynamics of their relationship shrouded in the privacy they deserve because picking it apart from a distance only makes us look like judgemental pricks. 🙂

I hope you have a great day.

[shimmerbeasts]

While Jinx wasn't forbidden to attend the meetings with the Chem-Barons, she usually found them so boring that she stayed away from them. The only exception, she might make, was when it came to guarding Silco, especially if Sevika was not present during such meetings. Though that was a rarity. The brutish bear was almost always by Silco's side. Thus, Jinx was free to mostly stay in her workshop and tinker around until that boring, drawn-out ramble was finally over.

The only thing, Jinx found herself looking forward to was the fact that whenever Renata Glasc came to visit, that meant that Ekko was never far behind. The last reminiscence of her former life had been changed just as much as she had and turned just as dark. For Jinx, it felt like a confirmation in the most harrowing sort of way. Silco always spoke of how there was a monster in each of them. And here was her childhood friend Ekko. Just as vicious, just as brutal as her. He had found his inner monster. This meant that Vi's and the boy's condemnation of her was wrong. It had always been wrong.

Ekko's footfall reverberated through the fan's structure, even as Jinx's boom box blasted her preferred rock music through her workshop. The Loose Canon was swaying from side to side in the rhythm of the melody. Turning a screwdriver in her hands, she opened the side of the little locomotive, she had stolen and began to dissect it as if she was handling a living animal. Once every while, her lip would thug underneath her fanged canine teeth and she would bite down lustfully as she thought of the lovely explosion this thing would create when it was done.

Jinx chuckled and twirled the screwdriver between her fingers. Looking up at Ekko, what would have terrified others, she regarded with an eerie sense of kinship. The purple facepaint in the shape of an hourglass, the protruding veins, almost black against his brown skin, which would flare up purple if he was high on Shimmer. And his eyes... His watchful, dark eyes gained the prettiest purple glow when he had drunk Shimmer.

The drug, her father dealt and Renata bought, was as much a tether as their former life had been. In fact, it had crafted a new tether. The Shimmer had bound the two monsters together, which had been slumbering inside of them and not able to come out under Vander. But now, with Silco, they could be as terrifying as they wanted.

"Hey, little man", Jinx teased Ekko and covered up the toy train with her hand. At his remark about how she had added more, the Loose Canon followed his gaze and made out a couple of Flame Chompers, which she had recently built, carved teeth, painted eyes and all. Jinx said: "Yeah, I added more. You know how quickly the Firelights and other gang members make me waste my toys. Always gotta build new friends."

The Chomper, Ekko had picked up, was covered in glitter paint and Jinx had added small glass shards on top of his eyes. Its teeth were painted silver and looked sharp enough to cut his fingers. As Ekko asked her what she had called this Chomper after putting it back down, Jinx said:

"Shiner. Because he is so shiny. I filled his belly with a mix of acidic paint and glitter dust. So when he chomps down on somebody and explodes, they are going to be all sparkly and pretty even as their skin is damaged and bleeding."

Jinx turned around in her chair and said: "Honestly, I do not envy you, Ekko. All your running around and having to take care of business... By Janna, you sound like you got burdened with the duties of a deputy." She snorted. "You actually have the same job as that brutish bear! Janna, I would die if Papa ever asked me to do even a shard of her duties. Nah, I much prefer getting to just murder people and build stuff. After all, people are just buildings, made of blood and meat. A good bomb makes both go splat!"

@shimmerbeasts wanted some Ekko

Typically there wasn't a time where Ekko wasn't out on duty for Renata. Most of the time that duty required him to be topside, making sure goods were getting properly distributed, or more precisely; things kept going as planned. If anything went awry, he was there to swiftly clean matters up. After all, it wouldn't do for anyone in Piltover to suspect what was actually going on.

Other times he was assisting with working the factories in both Piltover and Zaun. One of his least favorite was when she brought him with her for her meetings with Silco. Silco, who had single-handedly killed his former mentor Benzo with nothing but cold, detached ruthless; All by the virtually standing there. Oh how he hated him for it for so long, for being the reason he drowned his sorrows in shimmer. Even now, the hatred still lingered there, alongside a sense of respect that had come with age.

There was one thing that Ekko did enjoy about these meetings though and that was the chance to catch up with Jinx. Once the meetings were over, his job was done. He had the chance to do whatever he wanted. In this case he traveled through abandoned air ducks, was happy to hear Jinx's boombox blasting as he approached her tower.

"Whatcha working on this time?" Ekko pulled down the gas mask that typically covered his face and pulled down his hood to unveil purple face paint and discolored veins. She was clearly working on a new explosive toy, and he very much kept trying to get a sneak peak at it. "I see you've added more since I was here last."

They'd both been through a lot. Losing Vander, Mylo, claggor, vi...everyone. He'd heard what happened, but he didn't blame Jinx. Jinx was all he had left to connect him to his former life that wasn't a painful reminder. The life he chased shimmer to forget. They'd both been fortunate then, to be taken in when they had.

"I like this one, what did you name this one?" Ekko directed his attention elsewhere briefly and picked up one of the new chompers, admiring it before setting it back down. "Man I wish I had more free time, She's had me running everywhere. Do this, Ekko. Go take care this, Ekko. Always keeps me on my feet."

[ashersbraincell]

Also got this silly guy earlier today and I was freaking out because I didn’t think to ss because I was just so spooked and shocked to see a pair of eyes behind Seb on the death screen, so fucking glad this happened to someone else so that I can have proof that it both exists and that I’m not crazy

Speaking of, though, I do wonder, as has been pointed out by commenters on the thread on the ss sent above, if the guy is the guy whose telling Sebastian what he can and cannot show us during death sequences. He is referred to as simply „he” and this mysterious „he” appears quite a bit throughout the game and is something I feel we should theorise more as a fandom.

One thing of note I noticed, and you’ll have to take my word for it, is the fact that He is mentioned during the little cryptic snippets of dialogue(?) when the lights flicker before an angler attack. As @clanwarrior-tumbly theorised, many lines suggest this to be the self-aware character we play as, but if that be the case then how come the player we play as knows this mysterious unnamed individual? This oddly strikes me as similar to the relationship many theorise Kris(a deltarune character) to have with Gaster, ie having been partially the reason why we as the player are thethered to the particular character that we play as. All I’m saying, it would be DOPE for this mysterious unnamed individual to be somewhat like W.D gaster.

One more tidbit I have been thinking of that I thought I’d mention, many people say that the „He” Painter refers to is Sebastian. I may be wrong here so please let me know, as Painter might’ve mentioned Sebastian by name and I’m just misremembering. Either way, if im NOT mistaken in this, I’d like to put forward the proposition that the „he” who promises both the good people and Painter freedom from the facility could be this mysterious individual. Even if it IS Sebastian and I was mistaken, I think we have good reasons to believe that the mysterious individual is giving direct orders to Sebastian, as suggested by „His rules, not mine” and the aforementioned event where what could be the individual in question appears behind Sebastian on the Death screen, almost like monitoring him

Since He monitors Sebastian on the death screen, Id assume, like Sebastian, he is aware of the „resets”, ie the player continuing past death in other runs of the game. My theory is, perhaps the freedom this individual offers isn’t just from the blacksite itself, but from the timeloop they all find them within as we, the players, play the game. Atleast in a Meta way, who knows

[goodomensafterdark]

Guild Writer's Guild Presents: Tethered Ch 19

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit

Thethered Chapter 19: Je Suis Içi

Based on artwork by everyone's favorite (porno)graphic artist, @gleafer You can (and will!) support her on Patreon and tumblr!

CW: Implied/Referenced Suicide attempt, Mental Breakdown Mental Institution, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Implied Character Death, Mild Smut, References to past Child Abuse, Restraints... but not the fun kind, Panic Attacks, Sleep Paralysis, Memory Alteration... Also, a dog has an adorable but painful encounter with a bee.

Summary: Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?

Excerpt:

When Crowley made his visits, Aziraphale would sometimes be lucid enough to remember. Not much, but enough to understand that he was not who he thought he was and that Crowley was not what he believed him to be. And they would talk. Civilly, if not amiably. Crowley would grasp onto the hope that Aziraphale was getting better. Or at least not worse.

But then other nights, Aziraphale would become frightened and combative, as if he could remember nothing of his life at all. Crowley would perform his best impression of a calm, soothing and not at all frightened and irrational presence. Only when he was once again whisked away back to the real world would he allow himself the luxury of a complete emotional breakdown.

Aziraphale kept a journal by his bedside. It was filled with notes and drawings about his dreams, his thoughts and feelings, and whatever other sorts of things humans wrote about when they didn't expect anyone to read it. Crowley wrote messages to the angel in this book, believing that it would convince him that Crowley was not imaginary. Regularly he would return to find his pages had been torn out.

Aziraphale’s drawings typically depicted an entity with large black circles where his eyes ought to be, each one a bit more monstrous and grotesque than the one before. It was no mystery to Crowley exactly who the images depicted, and it gutted him.

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[pikselis]

Some community lots I have been building. I really liked the thether idea, but i think the lot is too small for my plans.

it's taking too mutch space and I still wanted to add like backrooms and maybe like elevator part to the second floor for the wheelchair users.

The inside layout is pased on Tampere Theatre where I saw a show on like a year ago.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Just wanted to say that I totally loved your forced to walk idea!!! The additions are great too especially the tripping over shackeled ankles one😊 also with your original post I automatically assumed that with their hands bound infront the lead would be thethered to the saddle or something like that even without you mentioning it because how else could they made whumpee follow them right😉 or maybe you had another idea there...anyway great prompt!!!!

yeah that's what I was thinking! it's just like, the clear visual power imbalance between the armored guy on horseback and the ragged figure stumbling after them, forced to keep up by the rope around their wrists

if you want to be even meaner, you could tie their hands behind their back and keep them attached to the saddle via a rope around their throat ;)

[sleepyhoon]

Refreshing this page every second for THETHERED😞😞

😭 i’ll be sure to announce it in advance before i post part 3!

[reclusafanpage]

AU idea: somewhere out there exists a faulty copy of Brothership where the messed up code can allow the characters to realize they're in a video game, therefore becoming truely sentient, but starting out everyone thinks their world is reality and its very difficult to see past the illusion that nothing is actually real. Everyone is thethered to the normal games code, which prevents them from realizing until something happens that can't be explained in any rational way.

Eventually someone ends up playing this copy, and everything is normal. Inside the game, the plot is moving as it should be and no one suspects a thing. That is, until Reclusa dies for the first time.

He suspects to either die or be back in egg form somewhere new, but instead, he wakes up after dying in a black void with various siloettes in the distance. On top of that, he's no longer on the brink of death, instead now being reverted back to exactly how he was when he was revived not even 24 hours earlier.

(noting here that this void is where required boss fights are flagged as defeated and stored until the next time the data is needed in a new save. Also notably, Weeping Reclusa isn't present here, but Weeping Core is. This is because in the faulty copy Weeping Reclusa is tagged as an unique obsticle, not a required boss fight.)

Upon aproaching the siloettes, Reclusa finds that its Zokket. He makes some childish comment to him, but he doesn't respond. After several more attempts to make him listen, he goes to get his attention by poking him or smth, but his finger goes right through. More attempts to touch Zokket result in the same thing happening. Its then that Reclusa notices that he's saying the things he said right before he fought the Mario Bros and Reclusa was revived, but right after he waits for him to finish, he loops right back to the start. Uncanny, but then it gets worse. Something seems...off about Zokket. Reclusa can't tell what though.

All the others in this strange void have the same properties, including the Weeping Core he used to protect himself.

Its then that Reclusa realizes

If everyone else is acting this way...why isn't he?

Eventually the person with the copy starts a new save, and Reclusa is pulled right back to when he was revived by Zokket. Its too obvious to him now that something is incredibly wrong, and he is the only one noticing.

That's all i got atm but i wanted to share really badly, might have updates later.

-Mystery Anon

OHHH MY GOD I LOVE THAT!!!!!! PLEASE KEEP COOKING!!!!! SELF AWARE RECLUSA?,, is his own awareness going to make other characters aware?? GOD this is. i fuck with that so hard

[chungledownbeamcannon]

Working on yhim again and kind of....really nervous about doing justice to a headcanon I've written before and thether or not I should scrap It because I'm an outsider with limited understanding of that identity.

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

↪   𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝟐𝟎𝟗𝟗

song: Lapse by Black Math

a phantom in the twilight of a dying world, days are a tapestry woven with the scent of ozone and burning metal, the bitter tang of blood and the sweet promise of revolution, helmet battered and cutsleep in the cold embrace of abandoned skyscrapers, dreams haunted by the specter of a world consumed by its own hubris. hands, calloused and scarred, are as adept at crafting swords as they are at wielding deadly force.

Magneto is a phantom adrift in a cosmic ocean-- a man haunted by echoes. He exists in a liminal space, a ghost in a world that is both familiar and alien.

He is a wanderer in a cosmic expanse, a ghost haunting the halls of time. A wanderer in a multiverse of infinite possibilities... fighting for Krakoa that teleported through time, seeking a conquest to bring mutants to the island bulwark.

He knows the taste of hope, the bitterness of despair, and the chilling indifference of the cosmos.

A titan forged in the crucible of suffering, barely thethered to sanity. His mind, a labyrinth of infinite possibilities, is both his greatest strength and his most formidable foe. Haunted by the specter of what could have been, he navigates a multiverse teeming with alternate realities, each one a stark reminder of his own choices, his own failures.

Having witnessed the myriad fates of mutantkind across countless universes, he carries the weight of their collective suffering. The atrocities, the triumphs, the endless permutations of hope and despair have etched an indelible mark on his soul. Magnus is burdened by the knowledge of what could be, haunted by what might have been.

He knows of Magda. Of Anya. Of his lost Wanda, Lorna and Pietro. Charles and the New Mutants. Left behind or dead. He had seen the open doors that showed worlds. But he could not let them have him. He could not let himself have that peace, for they are happier without him. It is a wound he has learned to cauterize, a chapter he has forced himself to close.

But every choice, he is reminded of the tormented soul who questions the path he has chosen.