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#Fourth wall break
leafwateraddict · 4 months
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Odd thing i did awhile ago
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soupsandwich64 · 8 months
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Deadpool: *looking super hot and cool snd awesome and epic and hot and cute and sexy and powerful and cool and-*
Spider-Man: what are you doing??..
Deadpool: trying to give the reader a good mental image. IS IT WORKING?!
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nightfurylover31 · 1 year
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WELCOME TO YOUR NEW LIFE, LIKO! 😆
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hoofclid · 4 months
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I think these work better for Pinkie than my old colours. Any thoughts?
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ericvelseb666 · 2 months
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Did Frankie just broke the fourth wall? 🤨🫵🏼
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Alec: Magnus? What is a ship? Magnus: It’s a huge boat. Like the Titanic. Alec: But why do people want us to be a boat? Clary: [laughing in a corner] Alec: People say they ship us. I was wondering what it means. Clary: [falls on floor laughing] Magnus: Clary, THIS ISN’T FUNNY.
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Scrolling veryrealauthorthings instead of writing
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thoughtsaboutbats · 3 months
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When Tim first started seeing the harsh lines that form the boxes that now followed him around daily, he thought he was going crazy. They weren’t the first thing to make him think that of course, if they were the only sign he’d just think he needed to see an optometrist. No, the first thing to make him question his sanity was his conviction that Bruce was alive despite the literal corpse they had buried, just because of one painting that kinda looked like him.
The second sign was when he realized none of this was real. That one he had pushed hard against. Obviously the world was real, he was real, how else could he even be questioning his existence. He’s pretty sure that’s what Descartes was going on about (that’s the guy that said I think therefore I am, right? Tim wasn’t so sure. Philosophy wasn’t his thing).
This revelation had worried him so much he almost gave up his search for Bruce, and he had even been looking into antipsychotics when Ra’s ninjas found him in Paris. He didn’t tell them he thought their entire universe was fake of course, it wouldn’t do for Ra’s to know he was losing it, but he did lay out his evidence for Bruce being alive and lost in time, and they seemed convinced enough that it was possible, so he kept going. At least now he knew he wasn’t completely out of touch with reality. Probably. He didn’t think there was a reason Ra’s would have his people help Tim search for evidence that was all in his head but you never know with Ra’s.
The boxes had started appearing sometime between when Tim first encountered the ninjas and when he finally accepted their help. They were thin, practically non existent lines hovering in the air in seemingly random places. Sometimes they were big and distant, even going so far as looking like a strange line in the sky. Sometimes they were so close to him, they looked like someone was putting a frame around his face, or the person he was talking to’s.
He knew, instinctively that they were the reality of his fake world. The boxes he saw were the way people outside his reality saw what was happening. How they made it happen? He definitely didn’t have enough brain space to process that without actually going crazy. But he knew he wasn’t real, no one and nothing he knew was real. They were characters, playing their parts in the narrative.
Or he was going crazy.
But when he stumbled to his feet in that desert, blood pouring out of the hole in his abdomen where he had been stabbed through just a moment ago, surrounded by the corpses of the assassins he had befriended, Pru desperately trying to suck in air around the blood pour down her throat, he really didn’t care if he was crazy or not. They were hours out from the city at this point, and he had no clue where any nearer settlements were, let alone how to get to them without setting off any of the explosives buried in the sands. There was no hope of getting to the medical care they needed. Unless Tim wasn’t crazy, and he was actually seeing their hotel room, just a few short feet away though one of the boxes.
The decision to try to step through the box was easy. After some rudimentary first aid to slow the blood flow from both of their injuries, Tim pulled Pru up, looped her arm over his neck and dragged them both through the there-not there box.
What he saw as he traveled between boxes, between panels, was something he couldn’t describe properly if he tried. The closest he could get would be it was live stepping into a perfectly white room, no shadows anywhere, no way to tell where the floor became the wall. Except that one side of the room was full of windows that each showed snapshots of his life. He could see, just above his head, close enough he could reach into it if he tried, the moment that Widower had stabbed him. The words the widower had said in that moment floated there in neat little bubbles.
The other side of the room though, hurt to look at. Attempting to even look at it long enough to describe was like looking at the sun, except it was his brain that was overwhelmed rather than the photoreceptors of his eyes. He knew though, that that was where reality lay, and that trying to go over there would almost certainly destroy him.
Tim didn’t stop to stare at any of this though. His goal was to get Pru and himself into their hotel room and get help. In just a few short strides he was there. The angle this panel was at wasn’t nearly as convenient to step through as the first, as it was a downward shot of the room that left him with no choice but to basically jump down from the ceiling. He managed the jump without breaking a leg or dropping Pru though, and they both fell back onto the bed. He heard the door open and someone exclaim at the sight of them just before he passed out from blood loss.
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abybweisse · 1 year
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I saw this in Reddit today:
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Apparently, the chapter has a character holding a copy of the latest GFantasy issue, showing Black Butler's celebration of the magazine's 30th anniversary.
Since the 100th chapter of TBHK is presumably in that same issue, I'm reminded of Vincent, in "With Father", holding a copy of Anthology 2... while being in Anthology 2....
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wilsonweed · 1 month
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So, after some recent info surrounding Wilbur has come out and some consideration, I've decided to change Wilbur weed's name to distance him from the content creator and continue the au.
This blog has always been about the characters rather than the actual people so I feel like I can do this without feeling like I'm supporting him. They've basically became my ocs at this point. I've even changed up his design a bit, which will have it's own poll too.
I've been using Wilson for a bit (as per the blog name change), but there's some other options I've come up with.
(the Wilbur weed tag will be changed to whatever the new name is)
As goofy as this blog can get, please send Shubble, Lexie and Niki all your support and love! They all need it.
If you have any questions or other suggestions, please shoot me an ask. I'll answer as best as I can.
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… I had a realization.
For years,
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and I mean actual years, across multiple different appearances,
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Antisepticeye has broken the fourth wall on us. Claiming that he's shattered the veil between his own world and ours, claiming that he's bridged the gap between fiction and reality.
Up until recently? It's always been him coming through to our side of things.
But in this moment, at the end of the IRIS video?…
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… he pulled us through to HIS side. Quite literally, straight through the camera from which we were watching.
There's a strange and exciting turn of the tables in this situation, especially with the whole IRIS setting wanting to test the limits of the possible. Lots to be explored in this universe, and we've just scratched the surface.
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soupsandwich64 · 8 months
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Y/N: *sitting with deadpool*
Deadpool: *sitting on Y/N*
Deadpool: Hey..
Y/N: ??
Deadpool: *kicking feet* I would still love you even you were a mentally ill girl on tumblr reading self insert fanfiction about me as a fictional character *he says, poking your nose*
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vampv0id · 2 months
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Wake up, sheeple.
Hannibal impact font memes pt 3/?
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thetwstwildcard · 3 months
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"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor... My proud, beautiful flower of evil. You are truly the fairiest one of all. O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek.. You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."
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Meet Lark and Lanner Crowley, "children" of Crowley who help Yuu
Full Name: "Lark Crowley"
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Sexuality: Pansexual
Birthday: September 13th
Star Sign: Virgo
Height: 5'10 (roughly 178 cm)
Eye Color: Periwinkle and purple
Hair Color: Ombre black to silver
Homeland: Our World
Affiliation: Crowley's assistant
Favorite Food: Pupusas Revueltas
Likes: Disney, helping fix Yua's rewrites in the story, rewriting the story to make it slightly easier for Yuu, her family and her memories of her life
Dislikes: Remembering her death, being reminded that she can't return home, being unable to fully help send Yuu home and overblot migraines
Hobby: Combing through ripped pages to bring characters back to life
Personality: An obedient girl who is quick to tease and giggle. Much more serious than her old form. While her origin is unknown to Yuu, she often unintentionally drops hints and knowledge about the world Yuu was from. But she's a fictional character... Right??
Unique Magic: Composer's Farewell: the ability to make keys that open or close the coffins of both Yuus and characters that allow them sentience/a way home
Trivia:
• The form the former Yuu, Lacie Reyes, now takes as she took Yua Misaki's role
• While her name is still "Lacie" she has rewritten the story so that Yuu will only hear her called "Lark"
• Older twin of Lyre Reyes/ "Lark Crowley"
• Chose the name "Lark" after the songbird as she can often be found humming/lightly singing to herself down school halls while everyone else is asleep
• May slip spanish words into her vocabulary (or when she cant remember the word)
• Will mention media and locations of our world to Yuu but will continue as if she didn't and brush off Yuu's assumptions
• As she is dead in her own world she had no problem staying in the world of TWST and has written herself into the story
• While his assistant, she's quick to threaten Crowley
• The keys she wears are the keys that correspond to the coffins in which she sealed many Yuus of her time so that they can return home while she cannot. She has given copies to "Lanner" so that they may have mementos of people forgotten by everyone else
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Full Name: "Lanner Crowley"
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Sexuality: Pansexual
Birthday: September 13th
Star Sign: Virgo
Height: 6'4 (roughly 194 cm)
Eye Color: Periwinkle and purple
Hair Color: Ombre black to silver
Homeland: Our world
Affiliation: Crowley's Assistant
Favorite Food: Chile Verde
Likes: Messing with Yuu, seeing how the story plays out, disobeying Crowley and reminiscing with "Lark"
Dislikes: Being unable to lighten Lark's burden, missing his friends, having to control what he reveals to the characters and the fact that he is growing fond of Yuu
Hobby: Wadding through blot to find the hidden pages to return them to Lark
Personality: The more talkative twin between the two of them. Like Lark he seems to know more than he lets on. He often refers to the world as a story, but maybe you're just mishearing him
Unique Magic: Composer's Blessing: the ability to heal fatal wounds, can also be used to fully cleanse blot
Trivia:
• The form the former Yuu, Lyre Reyes, has taken to assist his sister
• His name is still "Lyre" but "Lark" has made it so Yuu will only hear "Lanner"
• Younger twin of Lacie Reyes/ "Lark Crowley"
• Chose the name Lanner after the lanner falcon as like them he is often found in a pair and helps "hunt" rogue overblot monsters
• The idea to pretend to be children of Crowley came from him
• Has scribbles of the Yuus of his time to not forget them
• Unlike Lark/Lacie, there is a part of him that hopes the Yuus of their time can find a way to re-enter the world of TWST and take them home
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*Neither twin will reveal their full face to Yuu until their true identity is known
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you said you were a lot of thins: writter, director, actor, clown and yada yada yada does that mean you have plays or books written by you?????
" Of course I do!" Shadow Milk pulls down a screen from somewhere. " Did you even watch Episode two of Beast Yeast? One of them is literally in it!"
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pluralprompts · 27 days
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Prompt #1,500
Person A has a very unique power: they can break the fourth wall. Yeah, that's right, they can tell you're there! But it's not like anyone else is aware of the audience watching their world, so Person A doesn't bring it up to anyone, and blows off any questions about why they sometimes "talk to themself" and "act like someone else is there".
Until one day, something occurs to them: isn't this set-up rather like a system? Sure, it's not like you're sharing the same brain, but when you, the audience, can already tell what they're thinking in the privacy of their own head, you might as well be, right? They don't have any names for the members of their audience, not like how (other?) systems have names for their members, but...
Eh, they'll keep it as a thought in their back pocket. Not like anyone else would notice the similarities between systems and their fourth wall breaking habits, right?
... Yeah, they felt the universe jinxing them as soon as they thought those words.
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