#yes it’s a SU reference

[shortshowname]

Why are my favorites always the ones who barely exist…

[viveela]

They can't stay in character

[screwpinecaprice]

Connie, the beat was about to drop!

[sentrysapper]

[donelywell]

March 24 2024

Sonic might not be much of a singer (that's more Tails' thing), but whenever his kid is bummed out, he'll pull out his guitar and start singing to lift his spirits.

Normally it's just Tails feeling like he doesn't deserve the life he has now, or that Sonic might leave him like all of the families Tails had beforehand. So Sonic has a small list of songs he switches between to remind him that the two are stuck together like glue.

[artofrolsch]

Strangle the fear of deciding which one's deserving to drown

[spyrkle4]

It's Aceover, isn't it?

[archersartcorner]

Back in Far Harbor gang… I get they probably didn’t want to extend a cutscene where the player had no control out too long, but I do wish in the Acadia meeting that you can eavesdrop on they brought up Nick 😭 but they do Not so here’s me making up scenarios. The Usual. 😏

[susartwork]

Ay MY BOY! I finally remade his ref!

English isn’t my first language, sorry in case of misspelling.

-BASIC- Age: ??? (looks like ±20 years old) Magic color: white Gender: omnigender Pronouns: he/him - they/them (may change) Orientation: homosexual

Likes: - His husbando <3 - Strawberry smoothie - TV - Hanging out with his friends

Dislikes: - The Glitch - Be called a child (as he is often mistaken for one)

Extra info: - You can read his backstory on his MASTERPOST. - His special quirk is shapeshifting. More info about it HERE (wip). - He’s ambidextrous. - Shorter than the average height of Sanses. - His blood is red (ketchup...?). - He loves puns, but sucks at making them up because of his poor dictionary. - He's a huge fan of Classic!Papyrus and Sans. Sometimes he'd try to copy their behavior. - He can talk and read wingdings. - A master in computer coding. - When he speaks he sometimes bugs and says random sentences from Undertale without even realizing it. (Example: "i like stra-BBAD TTIME-berry smoothie") - His absolute favorite show is Steven Universe. Surprisingly, he also loves violent shows with lots of blood. - A cutie patootie who is totally pacifist, but he won't let you step on him and will make sure you respect him. - He's also an adorkable anxious boy when it comes to socializing. - When he meets someone for the first time his SecurityProgram.exe might automatically activate and attack the "potential threat". Basic can try to shut it down before the disaster, but it's not so easy. If you survive, it won't happen again. This really scares Basic, making him afraid to talk to new people. - He may not see colors at all, but he knows exactly what they look like (it's sorta like a very vivid memory) and can recognize the colors of objects by their code. - When Basic uses his shortcuts he leaves a skein of glitches in the place where he was before (they’re harmless, you can get trough them easily). - He's married to Ruby by @rubytale-chapter2 ♡ - Voice example: His voice is very soft, similar to Frisks voice.

[superhusbands4ever]

I like the theory that Loki is stuck in a time loop in the TVA and if that’s the case, this episode should have been called The Bad Ending because apparently they made all the wrong choices on this little pre-written choose your own adventure and I hope the next episode Loki will start back at the beginning of it when he first comes to the TVA.

Honestly, if the ending twist is that a Kang is still controlling all of this and they just THINK this is free will, I would not be surprised. The whole show is giving 12 Monkeys vibes and it would lead fantastically into Kang Dynasty.

Loki to Sylvie: we have free will now which means we get to choose and we have to choose to fix this!

Kang and OB, Probably: *evil laughter*

[deconstructed-paradise]

so write the fanfic anonymously? you don't even have to have an online identity connected to it. or if you're still afraid of posting it, then write it and don't share it, just for yourself.

I don't write like this. My skills are more along the lines of business and grant proposals, emails. I'd be terrible at narrative writing. You realize we have someone on staff to do this sort of thing, right? When marketing requires it, we ask that person. But it's not like I can ask my marketing creative assistant to write a story about Rose Quartz for me!

Next thing I know, you're going to be wanting me to ask my doctor to draw art commissions of a children's cartoon....

[keets-writing-corner]

Pearl

hnnnnnng

pretty

Steven universe fan art? in 2023? more likely than you think!

close ups below the cut

[vulturevanity]

yo why's that scrafty wearing a cloak

[evadingreallife]

Yoooooo what if i finish reading orv and it was all a mindfuckery like the alleged phineas and ferb finale

[anon-apple]

Hot Soup and Soft Bread 14

Table of Contents and Synopsis <- Chapter 13 Read on WordPress

Chapter 14: Soymilk and Fried Dough II

After more days of heading outside during the day, Zhou Cunqu realized that it almost felt like he was discovering daytime for the first time in his life. He never knew that dawn and dusk carried different scents. In the morning, he walked Zhong Qiuyan downstairs as the latter was heading to work. It was only around 6 am. There were a few breakfast shops around the Qin Qin Homeland community; Warm fragrant scents wafted out from those stores starting first thing in the morning. Qiuyan stuffed a bill inside Cunqu’s hand and said: “Go and try buying breakfast.”

Cunqu walked over. As the owner lifted the lid of the steamer basket to retrieve the buns inside, he nervously said with his head lowered: “One order of steamed buns, two bags of soymilk..”

Cunqu and the owner simultaneously squinted from the hot steam that assailed their eyes. The chubby owner swiftly bagged the buns and soymilk for him, then turned around, busy packing something else, as he called out: “Take care.” He didn’t spare Cunqu a single glance during the entire exchange.

Cunqu sat inside Qiuyan’s car and sipped from the bag of soymilk. He said: “It actually wasn’t that difficult.”

It really wasn’t that difficult. This continued for a whole week until finally, the owner looked at him for the first time. He lifted his head and said: “You new around here?”

Cunqu smiled in response. The owner gave him an extra stick of fried dough in passing, saying it tasted the best when freshly fried. Cunqu thought that the fried dough was particularly delicious. Qiuyan wiped the corner of his mouth for him and asked: “What do you want to eat for dinner? I’ll buy it after I get off work today.”

Cunqu thought briefly and replied that he wanted to eat yellow croaker. 

The door of Liu Xiaoying’s place was slightly open when Qiuyan returned from work. He pushed the door open, and Xiaoying’s four children simultaneously turned to look at him from the couch. Xiaoying herself sat by the dining table, and she said to Qiuyan: “Put it in the kitchen.”

She then said to the four on the couch: “I’m going to cook dinner now, when are you planning to go?”

Xiaoying’s youngest daughter, Qi Zhiqiu, frowned and said: “Mom, how come you didn’t say ‘I’m going to cook dinner now, why don’t you guys stay and have some?’”

Xiaoying didn’t bother to reply and stood up to head to the kitchen. Qi Lanxiang sat amongst the others and suddenly sneered: “You’re going to cook for him his entire life?”

Everyone in the room fell silent. Xiaoying sternly knocked on the dining table, and scolded like she used to when herding students into the classroom: “Go!”

During dinner, Qiuyan picked up a small yellow croaker with his chopsticks and put it into Cunqu’s bowl. Wagging his invisible tail, he said: “I deliberated for a long time and picked all the freshest ones. But since it was already late dusk, there weren’t that many fresh ones left, you know?”

Xiaoying stuck out her own bowl and demanded, “Pick a fresh one for me.”

Qiuyan replied: “Old ladies shouldn’t eat fish, you’ll choke on the bones.” He placed some Shanghai Bok Choy into Xiaoying’s bowl.

Cunqu laughed out loud.

That night Cunqu held a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom to shower. Qiuyan followed him. Cunqu sighed and said: “When did you get perverted enough to follow me even when I’m showering.”

Qiuyan said: “Xiaoying headed out to take a walk…” He asked Cunqu: “The things they said in the living room earlier in the day, did you hear them?”

With his back facing Qiuyan, Cunqu took off his shirt and threw it into the laundry basket. He said, “Yeah, they were discussing which hotel to hold the banquet at, how many tables they needed, what return gifts to prepare. The hotel needed to be reserved in advance, so they were in a hurry to discuss.”

Qiuyan walked up and hugged Cunqu from behind. He kissed Cunqu’s shoulder and asked: “Are you ok?”

Cunqu replied: “I’m fine.”

It’s just that his body would involuntarily have stress reactions to Qi Lanxiang’s voice, so he stayed inside his room and listened to Xiaoying’s music tapes. But Qi Lanxiang’s voice had quite the penetrative power. Cunqu said: “My mom used to be a singer. Then she became a vocal coach at a music school. My dad is a professor.” He suddenly recalled Jiang Langyu. In his entire life, Cunqu only ever rebelled once. In elementary school, he carried his violin case and headed to his violin lesson alone. But he didn’t end up going. Instead, he hid away with excitement and fear in an alleyway near his home. He didn’t do anything that day except sit on a chair someone had thrown out and blank out, waiting out the time of his lesson. He hugged his violin case and tilted back his head, staring at the dried peach slices someone had laid out on their balcony.

When Cunqu looked back down, he saw Jiang Liangyu looking at him from the alleyway entrance. Their eyes met, and he left. Later Cunqu found out that he went to tell Qi Lanxiang that Cunqu did not go to his class.  

Qiuyan let out an “ah?” He mumbled about how he didn’t understand what Liangyu was thinking. Cunqu took off his pajama pants and folded them neatly to the side. He said, “Because we were never the ordinary type of friends.”

Qiuyan asked: “Did they hit you?”

Cunqu replied, that they never hit him growing up. They would only repeatedly point fingers and bring this up in the years that followed, blaming the fact that his violin skills never went anywhere on this one time he skipped class. 

Cunqu turned on the shower, and water splashed Qiuyan in the face. Qiuyan yelped and bit Cunqu’s arm, saying: “You’re bullying me. Gege is bullying me.”

Cunqu laughed. Qiuyan didn’t care if his clothes got wet and started kissing Cunqu. They kissed in the steam, and Qiuyan held Cunqu down there for the first time. Cunqu leaned against him and moaned beside his ear. Right as Cunqu reached his release with his eyes closed, Xiaoying sneezed from outside the door. The two inside the bathroom froze.

Qiuyan quietly yelped: “Shit, shit…why did she come back this quickly.”

Cunqu immediately started instructing him: “I’ll head out first and say I just finished showering. Then I’ll chat with Grandma for a bit. You slowly sneak out.” 

Qiuyan lightly replied: “Yessir.”

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When Qiuyan switched back to the night shift, he would head directly back to Qin Qin Homeland afterward. Cunqu left the door open for him, and read in bed while waiting for him. Qiuyan pushed open the door and headed in, navigating through several book piles with difficulty. He puckered his lips and said: “Give your husband a kiss.”

Cunqu said that gave him goosebumps. Qiuyan smacked a heavy kiss on his lips and scolded: “You’re allergic to romance.” After scolding, he looked around and found the change of clothes he left inside Cunqu’s closet. He walked to the nightstand and took a sip from Cunqu’s water, tiptoed outside to take a shower, then came back covered in steam.

They would wait for Liu Xiaoying to leave for her calligraphy class before heading down to take their walk. For a time in early September, it continuously rained. They finished their walk and sat inside Qiuyan’s car and listened to the rain.  Cunqu said that he had never realized how pleasantly the rain sounded when it fell upon an umbrella or against the roof of a car. At night, their slippers were placed next to each other. The rain would still be pouring outside the window. Cunqu said that he read a story in his book about how a pet goldfish waited for its owner to fall asleep, wore his slippers, and sat in the living room watching TV. 

Qiuyan followed up: “It’s watching ‘How does a fish successfully jump over the Dragon Gate.’” Cunqu laughed. 

The next morning, Qiuyan yawned as he walked out of Cunqu’s room. He ran into Xiaoying who had just returned from her morning exercises. Xiaoying held the towel she was using to wipe her sweat and asked him suspiciously: “How come these days it seems like you’re at my place every second of the day?”

Qiuyan replied through his yawn: “Excuse you, I go to work every day.” He then slid to the side and poured a glass of room-temperature water for Cunqu. Xiaoying said with her hands on her hips: “No, no. Haven't you been working the night shift recently? You’re here during the day. At night you’re working. The next day you’re here again….”

Qiuyan pushed her and said: “Go and take a shower. Your entire body smells like sweat. Your place is my place. Aren’t you my second grandma…”

Qiuyan escaped into Cunqu’s bedroom and stuck out his tongue, saying to himself: “I’m done for.”

Xiaoying stood outside the door, taken aback. After a while, she mumbled: “I still feel like something’s off…” 

-> Chapter 15

[lunaetis]

@metrictita asked :

"i can feel THEM on you . . . their presence." the emanator steps closer, seemingly no real sense of personal space as she regards eden with curious eyes. "you embark on adventures . . . i've seen countless of you. moving inbetween worlds, jumping from one problem & another." there have been people just like her on her home planet. but after a while, they would leave & then . . . & then . . . the woman immediately shook her head from such thoughts, narrowing her eyes at the other. "don't you think that it is a somewhat idealistic way of living life?" words were pointed, alas, there were no visible emotions upon her features. "perhaps those world would not need any interference from you." (IM SO SORRY JASHASJ from mali's hsr verse :>)

inbox call. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  something about this WOMAN made the trailblazer take a step back even before she invaded her personal space. it was unsettling, the aura and presence she exuded from the distance. now that she was getting closer, eden could feel a sense of dread creeping up every fiber of her being. the words dripping from full lips and gaze of dark umber landed upon her. was it her imagination that she saw a hint of CRIMSON hiding deep within ?

                " them ... ? " the vessel breathed, curiosity laced her tone yet her expression and stance was of CAUTION. when the stranger's eyes were taking in her visage, she felt ... seen. not in a good way, either. it was as though she was figuring out EVERYTHING she had experienced and witnessed, as though ... she was seeing through the steps she had taken in different worlds. cold sweat slowly fell from the side of her forehead despite how her spine felt freezing. like a lancing pierce of ice dragging down her spine.

                she didn't know who the other meant, and gloved digits almost unconsciously reached for her WEAPON. something about this person was so unsettling, she couldn't put her finger on it. what kind of pathstrider was she ... ? or ... was she something more ?

                " idealistic ? the wanderlust held by those following the trailblazing trails ? " eden repeated the words, resisting the urge to scoff. why was it that everyone thought her PATH following the trailblaze will was ideal ? was it because they were seen as free-spirited ? gloved digits curled inwardly, tightening into a fist. this person gave LITTLE TO NOTHING for her to understand, however. " we only get involved when the stellaron is concerned. " the trailblazer wasn't as naive to think every planet would need their them to intervene.

                interesting choice of words, however, she noted. interference. not involvement, not assistance, not help, but interference.

                she swallowed, steadying her stance, but ready to call upon her weapon should this person proved to be a THREAT. " leaving a world to deal with the stellaron itself is only going to bring demise and tragedy. i don't know who you are, but you'd know what the stellaron is capable of, don't you ? cancer of all worlds. needing our help or not, we can't sit by and do nothing. " her gaze hardened.

                " or are you suggesting for us to leave the world to die after the seed of disaster ruin everything ? "