#yayyy thank you for the ask!

[evilmedian]

Do you celebrate any anniversaries? Syscovery, relationships, birthdays, etc? What do you typically do to celebrate?

i had my birthday a couple months ago :) we did more on that day than on the body's actual birthday lol...my sibling and best friend in-sys bought me a present (STUFFED ANIMAL ^_^) and i had cake and stuff and everybody was really niceys to me. some of my external friends even wished me a happy birthday and that was really exciting. i'm a fictive and the day i celebrated is my birthday from my source, so it was really comforting and helped alot with homesickness and stuff

another fictive in my subsystem might also celebrate its "source birthday" for the first time later this summer but it isnt sure what it wants to do. most of us frequent fronters even the middles think of ourselves as "too old" for that kind of thing; im really the only one comfortable with it. and so far nobody else has expressed interest in picking out their own birthday to celebrate, nor do we keep good enough track of important internal events to even approximate dates that alters may have formed. (hence why we also don't really celebrate any other kinds of anniversaries.)

(actually it would be weird if i was really the only one to ever have celebrated my own birthday though, we are a big system and a lot of us are really thoroughly differentiated from each other. i bet there are others with birthdays that i'm just forgetting about.)

on a more serious note & this isnt inherently a system thing but later this year, we are finally getting out of a bad living situation and moving far away from an abuser. i definitely want the day we finish moving in to our new place to become an important anniversary for us ^_^

[clairedaring]

But you don't have any evidence... that I practiced euthanasia, other than my confession. Then will you confess? Only if it's your wish.

SPARE ME YOUR MERCY | 1.08

[emry-stars-art]

Hiii emryy I saw your absolutely adorable chibis and only after a while did I realise that people could ask for prompts because I was so fixated on how cute they are!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Sooo I've looked at the prompts and I immediately thought about andrew kissing neils scars in number 6 (possibly royal au? 👀✨) I wish u a lovely day :)

You were so nice about the chibis and then I went and did my usual style for this one, Im so sorry 😭 but hear me out:

(That’s it, this is my argument)

Requests are open until the end of Dec’ 23 💕

[pooptoucher4000]

I love the way you draw human bill,, like yeah he looks like a guy who would be named that,,

LOLL thank you!! im ngl i think bill cipher is the rawest name for a character ever. and thank you so much for liking my design!! heres a crazy ass sketch of him i never finished

[butchcarmy]

carmy confessing to reader ❤️

YESSSS okay there are so many ways this could go. In my professional opinion I think Carmy would be SO nervous, even if he thinks you like him back. Because that’s just the sort of person he is. He’d probably just accidentally let it slip one day.

“You don’t have to be so damn cute about everything,” he says, mostly to himself, but when the words slip out and he sees your expression, he knows he can’t take it back.

“What?” You say, because that’s all you can think to say to that. Carmy’s standing there, the tips of his ears slowly turning pink.

“Uh.” His eyes close, eyebrows pinching as he processes what just happened. “So, uh…I didn’t think I said that out loud. But, ah…” He runs a hand through his hair. “I…I guess I just did.”

“Carmy, I…” You hold back a laugh. That would be too mean, but you can’t help your smile. “What is this? What’re you saying?”

He’s silent for a while. His mouth opens so many times as if he’s going to speak, but then it closes. He turns and steps in place, stress knitted into every expression and movement. You can’t help but feel a little bad for him.

“Okay, I—look. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go,” he starts, almost muttering to himself, “but here’s the thing. I, uh…I like you. A lot.” He laughs breathily, an exasperated thing. “And I didn’t mean to let it slip—“

“Carmy,” you try, but for once he can’t stop talking.

“And I, I know you don’t give a shit about me like that. It’s fine,” he says quickly, like he’s trying to slap a bandaid over a wound. “You’re too good for me. You are. So just forget I ever said anything, okay? We can go back to just being friends, just being, normal—“

“Carmen!” You say sharply, because he’s not stopping, and he stops. “Slow down. So let me get this straight—you like me. And not just like a friend.”

“…Yeah,” he says after a beat. His cheeks are flushed. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Okay,” you say. “So what’s the problem?”

“Huh?”

“Because I don’t see a problem here.” You’re standing closer to him now. You can smell his musk, cigarettes, and his faded cologne. “Do you?”

“Uh…” His eyes flutter shut as you lean in closer to him. “No, I suppose I don’t,” he says lowly, and he presses his smiling lips against yours.

[fauchart]

how do you feel abt sideshow bob ! :33

I drew this on a crowded train on my way back from holidays,, the struggler LOL

Anyways, BOB!! I love this guy so much, he was among my top favorites when I first watched the show back in middle school and tbh? I had great taste, what a guy. His theatrics and murderous rage are crazy entertaining

God and the political jokes... Of course they had to make him a raging republican LMFAO it's so fitting and they play it in such a hilarious manner I'm never tired of it.

And his voice? Absolutely one of the very best in the entire show, not only the voice itself but the incredible delivery of his (masterfully written) lines... AND his magnificent singing.

Honestly what's not to love?

Original version below:

[piowasthere]

I was wondering, why does you solar where a binder? :3

✨F A S H I O N✨

since he's not really human, like at all no skin, no muscle (we don't question the art style. never question the logic of thirst traps.)

so the binder doesn't really do anything for him

he just kinda likes the way it hugs him and keeps his chest warm while at the same time having a lot of ventilation to keep him cool (and if he gets cold, he just has the jacket on him anyways)

also cuz binders r hot af.

[george-mullner-mailbox]

how did you all get into my house.

[xxri]

tell us abt ur prsk unit....

it seems i ahve been found by prsk oc tumblr helloo. girl band with something very wrong. more under the cut i guess

helloo.... garden of eden posting.... vkei band that mostly plays vocarock and metal (i dont really know specific genres Heart emoji.) very much inspired by leia by yuyoyuppe I LOVE LEIA.

they don't really shoot for a huge goal like the other units they are all learning to love playing music for themselves and not for fame or whatever. they play together just for the sake of it ^_^ ive posted everyones profiles but here are their ref sheets

they have a cover song list here ^_^ (many of these would be rearranged but do u see my vision....)

and voice claims . i kind of designed all four of them with the singers in mind i am a #Big fan of all of them. ruri, tsubaki, kanna, sumire

also vaguely inspired by musicians i like ... i wanted there to be more obvious references in their unit outfits but i guess i can do that for card sets (if i ever design any)

as for story ......... idrk how to summarize their story on a surface level WHAHA . ruri is a vocaP and recruits the others to form a band for fun. tsubaki is her childhood friend, sumire is a huge fan of her music and brings kanna along (BAD IDEA) 99% of the problems in the band are caused by kanna arguing with everyone over nothing

at first the focus is on tsubaki and the others helping her search for her true passion before she graduates. she joins the band to spend time with ruri, she doesn't actually gaf about music (she doesnt gaf about anything) but slowly learns to love it and enjoy being in the band.

everyone else has their arcs, kanna is very annoying and pretentious and wants to be popular while the other three are like "hey man. maybe being in a band isnt all about fame ^_^;;" sumire is a total beginner at music and is seen as "weird" but finds friends who accept her, ruri arc happens much later cuz everyone else is just learning things she already knew. but she learns to be more honest with everyone.

basically they all join for superficial reasons and eventually learn to really truly love music ^_^ also the sekai is haunted mansion ish and the vocaloids are all ghosts Here is miku and flower probably. i am very indecisive on how they will look

ermmmm Idk what else to post. relationship chart and ruri and sumire instrument models (Ruri stolen from toko kirigaya #I LOVE MORFONICA!!!!!!) idk anything about drums or violin models so they just get whatever. their main motif is flowers i guess but they're not very flowery that's mostly just ruri's influence being a big flower fan. ok i will not make this post longer than it needs to be Thank you for asking i love my daughters ^_^

[chaosduckies]

Rising Tides (Chapter 1)

So basically this is just a piece for Mermay. A very late piece, but if you guys like it, I’ll continue it! Honestly, this is very fast paced, and I’m very sorry, but it is STRESSFUL out here.

Word Count: 2.8k

CW: Mentions of Death, A little bit of violence (just getting chased my a shark), that’s pretty much it I think!

1-Nico 

The ocean was a dangerous place. Even for someone who has lived here their entire life. 

Living in the ocean meant knowing how to survive on your own. It meant knowing just how desperate other creatures were to survive. I knew that. I knew just how much of a light snack I was. I knew that I was small. Incapable of being strong or even giving one glare at someone and making them swim away with their tail fins behind their backs. 

Such is the life of a very, very insignificant, mer like myself. 

The little reef I lived in was small, but quaint. My parents love it. I don’t live very far from them. Occasionally I would go over and have dinner with them. Even if I wasn’t hungry. They would ask how my day was, and I would say: “It was good.” we would catch up since the last time we ate, and then they’d ask me if I finally made any friends. I would tell them no. 

Today, really wasn’t a good day. 

My job for the community was to gather kelp. Weird, right? Only some mers eat kelp, like myself. I’m weird. But that’s besides the point! I gather some at least once a week and give it to another person who just delivers it somewhere I don’t even know. I feel like I should probably figure that out, but I’m pretty sure that didn’t really matter- 

Everyone had their own designated job to do for the community. We didn’t have any currency, but the people who lead us told us to do our part, and usually mers are very reluctant to listen so, no one complained. It’s not like I didn’t like my job. Every time I eat I think to myself “Maybe this is the same patch I picked myself-“ Stupid, right? But, everyone has their jobs so they can keep on peacefully living in this community. Though, sometimes it’s not all that great. 

Some mers don’t like each other. When a fight happens, they like solving it civilly so it doesn’t encourage anymore to happen. That’s not it for my case. A lot of people don’t like me. Not because I did something wrong to them. Nonono. I could never hurt a person. Even if I tried. It’s mainly because people outcast people with brightly colored tails. Like mine maybe? They say it’s a liability. That it’ll only get me killed if I’m ever on my own. They’re probably not wrong either. 

Despite my parents having a dark purple colored tail, mine was a bright purple. It’s not good at all for camouflage, it reflects some sunlight when I’m closer to the surface, and it’s just basically like a sign to other mers saying “Hey! I can very easily be killed from a large predator!” And no one wants to be with someone like that. As for the soulmate thing? Despite humans having to find their one true love, mers just have to make a few friends, and if the universe decides that you were meant to be with someone, then there would be a matching tattoo on your wrists after a single contact. Again, weird, right? 

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I was swimming off to my small, but humble house hidden inside a huge piece of coral. I don’t even know how I found this place, but I remember loving it because it had a perfect view of the sun above the ocean, and it was far away from most people except for the occasional kid who was just exploring. It was a nice place. I just carried up some sand here made it look nice and decorated with some shells I find while gathering kelp. Turns out you can make a decent home if you really try hard enough. 

There were two shells I had today, a nice light blue one that was probably just a piece of an old clam shell, and a mixture of an orange and yellow one that came from a hermit crab that abandoned its home. I was going to give these to my parents later since they also love seeing the bright colored shells, but they were too scared to travel far from the little village we live in. There are predators out there that would love to snack on a helpless mer, and no one was going out unless they knew they could live on their own or they were hunters getting fish for the others. My parents were none of the above. They preferred the village life. They practically new everyone here and they were both soulmates. And here I am the entire opposite. What a great son I am, right? 

I grabbed a little satchel from my home and started to slowly swim off to my parents. The sun was setting, the water above reflecting a bright orange hue. It was a nice evening. Hasn’t been like this in forever because of all the storms happening above. It’s a wonder how those fishing boats humans have stay afloat when all the waves are just trying to rock them over. Well, maybe it’s because they have some help from other mers or something like that. It wasn’t unheard of. 

The path to my parents’ humble abode was lined with clumped up seaweed and some colorful rocks. Their house was dimly lit, but I knew that they were still awake. My mom was probably making some kind of bag while dad was eating happily in his chair. I swam in. 

“Hey mom.” I mumbled. 

“Nico! Your plate is on the table!” She cheered back at me. She was always happy to see me. Even if I came at least two times a week to visit. I was old enough to take care of myself. Or… at least in the community we live in. 

I looked at the plate on the table, shook my head and swam into the main room where they were doing just as I had imagined. Mom was almost done making a very small bag that she would probably give to one of her friends. I looked through my own bag, grabbing the two small shells I found and placed them on one of the side tables near my dad. 

He inspected them before smiling to himself. I knew he liked them more than my mom did. He said he used to bring buckets back home to his parents and just have a collection to himself. I see why he did. It was fun to find some. Better than sitting around the house all day and not having anything to do. 

I stared at the matching tattoos on both of my parent's wrists, slightly rubbing my own. I knew I wouldn’t find someone who would actually like me. I can’t even picture myself with anyone else. It was the sad, but indisputable truth. And I’ve accepted that fact. 

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The next morning, I woke up with my dark hair in my face and streaks of light I shining through some cracks in the little coral cave I lived in. I forced myself up, lazily rubbing my eyes. What should I do today? The question practically begged for an answer. I could just go swim around, but that does’t really sound all that fun if I were being honest. I mean, people would just sit and stare at me all day or do the exact opposite and whisper hurtful comments and rumors about me. Not that I really cared about that though. I said to myself that once I was able to, I would move away from here and just live on my own. 

Today I felt adventurous though.  

I grabbed my little satchel, and headed out, the morning sun still rising above the waters surface. The ocean felt great today. Today just felt like a good day. Something that’s rare to come by when you’re all on your own. 

Where was I swimming out to you may ask? Well, for your information, I was currently heading outside of the community I live in. It’s not like it’s prohibited, but most mers don’t find a need to venture out further when they already knew what was out there. Predators, other mers, food, fish, water. There really wasn’t anything new to find out here when you’re in this ocean. I guess what they really feared were the sharks that were found near the area though. But most don’t even bother with us. Mostly because no small mer like myself is crazy enough to venture out here alone. Yeah, I’m crazy enough. 

To a large shark, I’d probably be like, half it’s size. Most likely shorter. A purple tail is a sign that you’ll be a small mer, but big enough to be on your own. I was the exception though, given that I had a brighter color and was actually the size of like a small human basically. Yes, I was made fun of by some old classmates and sometimes my parents when I was still a pup, yes I know I’m small, and yes I can reach the top shelf on the counter (I mean I can swim so-) 

Swimming along the ocean floor along with the many overgrown plants and small anemones where I saw several clownfish leave to go get whatever is was that they needed. I had found a huge coral reef far into the ocean, there were tons of colorful fish everywhere I had looked. 

I want to say it was maybe an hour long of just roaming and admiring the many colors of the reef I had just found before my eyes drifted off to something big and dark in the distance. I squinted, slightly swimming closer where, for some reason, none of the fish dared to do. 

Filled by my curiosity, I swam towards the large object, wondering what it was. It was a long ways from the reef. It was dark, only seaweed and some kelp patches were the only plants. There were some starfish and snails, some crabs, but that was all the life I could find. It seemed like this part of the deep ocean was pretty much deserted. Strange. 

I kept going, seeing that the object I was looking at looked like those metal ships humans make, except it was wooden and had a bunch of holes. I swam cautiously in, minding that this was a place far away from home and there would basically be no hope in escaping a shark or something if I encountered one. I took a look at my tail, still bright when the waters here were dark and the sun was covered by a layer of seaweed. This would be fine. Nothing was going to find me here… Hopefully. 

The shipwreck didn’t leave much behind. Just some broken pieces of old wood and some old pictures. I doubt there would be anything of worth in here honestly, but I kept on looking, fueling my curiosity. What else was I supposed to do? If I do end up finding something maybe I can show it off to the mers back at home and maybe then they’ll stop ridiculing me and making fun of me for having a bright tail. There is no way I was the only mer in the entire ocean like this! 

There was a room that looked much like an office. Broken pieces of a desk, a little container that once held ink. What I was really intrigued about was the little open chest that revealed a round pice of flattened gold. I grabbed it, studying the rust colored piece of metal. Humans used this as currency once before, right? I’m sure they don’t use whatever these were anymore. Or if whatever I was holding was even a kind of currency. It just seemed like something a human would use. 

I stuffed the gold piece in my bag and continued looking. At least until I saw a large shadow swim fast in the corner of my eye. I kept my arms close to my chest, keeping my breathing controlled before I overreacted. It was probably just a big fish… yeah. Just a really, really big fish that can swim amazingly fast. 

I saw the same shadow swim by again, but this time it bumped into something, making me let out a little surprise yelp. I immediately clasped my hands over my mouth, hearing another thunk! Before I saw the full shadow of whatever the hell was outside. It was a shark. A huge shark. And it looked hungry. 

My hands were shaky, I couldn’t move. I wasn’t going to die, right? I didn’t actually think something like this would happen! I thought those were just rare occurrences that people were making rumors about. Was I actually going to die? No. There has to be some way out of this. 

Looking around, I found a small little crack I could probably fit in if I really tried. I swam slowly closer to it, noting that the thunks outside were getting closer. Please let me get out of here alive… I kept telling myself as I hurried to fit myself in the tiny crack. As soon as I was out, something fast was coming my way, and I was swimming just as fast to get away. 

It was hard to swim when you were in a life or death situation. I never realized that until now. I stole a glance behind me, letting out a weak yelp when I saw the sharks mouth open wide. Great. It seemed like I could fit perfectly in that thing. Imagine being killed by those sharp teeth- No don’t think about that. Not right now at least. 

The water around me only grew darker as we headed deeper into the ocean. There were some small caves, but I didn’t want to really trap myself in there. I had no idea why this shark was so desperate in the first place. It was so much bigger than a regular shark, couldn’t it find something else to eat other than a mer? Like a big fish or something? 

Eventually I realized why the shark seemed so interested in me. They like bright colors. I remember being told something like that when I was younger. It’s just great that my tail is just sooo bright, right? Wow I am so unlucky. My only hope to lose the shark (Who was gaining on me really fast, ohmygoshwhatdoIdo?) is to somehow lose it in a cave or something. Hopefully there was a small space I could get into that the shark couldn’t. And of course hope I don’t run into anything else that was hungry. 

There was a huge cave in front of me, and I took my chances. I felt the sharks jaws snap behind me, just mere inches from snapping on top of my tail. I shuddered, but kept swimming fast, trying to find some kind of small cave to fit myself into. Please oh my gosh I’m getting so tired I don’t want to die-  Stop thinking like that. I’m not going to die. At least not today. 

Just a couple feet ahead of me, I spotted a tiny hole that looked like it could fit me if I squeezed in fast enough. I stole another glance, seeing the shark right there behind me. I let out a scream, grabbing the bag around my neck and throwing it back at it. It slowed it down just a tiny bit, but it kept after me. Maybe just enough time to get myself safe. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” I muttered to myself, not noticing that something big moved in the dark. 

Right before I could fit myself through the crack hopefully leading to a small cave, I felt a sharp pain in my tail, The part I actually needed to be able to swim. I was forced out, seeing that it was caught in between the sharks sharp teeth. It let go for just a split second, before a loud growl was heard, making the shark almost instantly swim off. Tears stung my eyes (Weird because we’re underwater right?), but I blinked them away and stared at my tail fin, seeing all too many rips and tears. It hurt so, so much. 

That was when my mind had finally clicked and wondered why the shark had left in the first place. The growl. The two huge sets of dark blue eyes trained on me. The slight hue they gave off. Oh. It was just a really, really, really, huge mer. The ones that eat other mers? That destroy community’s for no reason? The one’s that were outcasted? That’s just wonderful. 

I tried swimming away, but the tears in my fins didn’t let me, making me whimper like a lost puppy. My breathing was fast, as I stared back into the eyes that would soon be the death of me. Oh I am so going to die. 

And suddenly I was encased in darkness again. 

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Yayyyy new characters. No worries, the giant mer is good. But oh noooo I totally didn’t hurt Nico’s tail on purpose for future purposes… Okay but I feel bad for my little mer. I’m not that sadistic.

But anyways, thank you guys for reading this little Drabble, and of course I know it’s not my best writing, but I was rushing and it’s just these last few days of school that are KILLING me. I hope you guys liked this, and thank you for reading!

[neathyingenue]

🎲 with the courier? good luck figuring it out - @neathbowprideflag

🎲21, dealer's choice -> 22, a kiss with tongue because sometimes you just gotta see what happens (sorry if that sounds s*ggestive i promise it really isn't. my capabilities do not extend that far)

[itz-lauryz]

Happy New Year!)

*gives a whole mountain of gifts*

THANKSSS AND TO YOU TOO!! :3333333💕💕🎆🎆

[howlonomy]

Don't know how this looks, but I got Clover to walk!

That is. So much smaller than I thought...

There we go!

Miiiiiiiiiight try and make their running animation, but I don't know yet, it might be a bit much.

Also don't worry, I didn't go for the method you did, I found a pixel sprite making site and did it there, though I did have to copy paste the original Pixel Clover, anyways enjoy! I am tooooooootally not procrastinating the actual serious works again, nope hahaha!

WAAIITT THIS LOOKS SO GOOD?!?! LOOK AT THEM WALKING IT FEELS SO REALLL

LOOK AT THEM GO!!!!!

[ispyspookymansion]

wait tell me more abt tbs podcast? what is it about exactly? i’m always looking for new podcast audio dramas (if that’s what it is?)

YAY ACTIVATING MY TRAP CARD! yep its an audio drama. the bright sessions is, for the most part, the recorded sessions of joan bright, therapist for the strange an unusual, or atypicals. theyre not superheroes by any means but people who have some kind of ability - her main three patients that we hear from are a time traveller, an empath, and a telepath! the episodes start off pretty short, 10-20 minutes long, and are recordings of her sessions with these patients where a lot of the focus isnt on superpower training or anything but traditional coping skills, emotional intelligence, anxiety, trauma processing, etc

as the show goes the eps get a bit longer and more complicated than just a session recording. joan’s history with a questionable secret organization called the atypical monitors, or AM, becomes more important. it gets into shady government organization territory and sort of transitions from patient logs to communication between allies against the AM and others. but still some therapy.

its got a nice range of diverse characters in terms of age, ability, orientation, why they seek therapy, etc, and one of my favorite shitty antagonists ever <3 + like i said short eps at first getting up to around 25-40 minutes later in the show. theres 4 main seasons (about 56 episodes total), a season of one off eps about other patients dr bright has, and 2 seasons of spin off podcasts following up the main plotline. i really love it its so fun and goes down really smooth i am always shilling it because it rules!!

[brooklynisher]

i didn't want to believ others but it seems they were telling thr truth. and so i grant you the highest honor i can bestow upon you

I will not be outbooped

I attack when threatened

I will not lose this battle NOR this war!

[anonzentimes]

in regards to ur last post, i was inspired and made this:

is this any good?

OH MY GOD ITS PERFECT?????? THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU YIPEEE