#original or intended context!

[gothhabiba]

a quick post that I just kind of quickly fired off in response to a question that assumed (that is, the post assumed) that we all knew that femmephobia and aphobia weren't, like, Oppression Categories and didn't really try to argue or definitively prove that premise, has found its way to aphobia tumblr. please pray for me

#luckily I've already blocked its notifications. all that's left to do is avoid my activity page #with the site being quiter I had gotten un-used to the fact that a post could spread v far outside its #original or intended context!

[shepscapades]

Ranchers as Grant Wood’s American Gothic was supposed to be sillay and goofy but then I set the ranch on fire and one thing led to another and now it’s. sad DFBJDFGB I’m really happy with how this came out though, so!! Here’s my week 3 piece for the Hermitcraft Design Challenge thingie :]

#team rancher #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #SolidarityGaming #tango #double life smp #shepshermitdesign23 #art escapades #tried something different and tried to be really loose with my painting in this :] #regarding the original— #ppl apparently saw the painting as an out of touch rural painting in a modern world #whereas wood intended to paint it as a positive portrayal of ideal rural living #so. #at some point the ranchers became m-1 ranchers and then this piece became a complicated commentary - #about everyone else seeing the ranchers as out of touch / removed from reality and the real world since their relationship was confined to - #double life #meanwhile ranchers themselves are happy with each other and see their relationship (despite the context/ the games) as an ideal one #m-1 #anyway I’m fine thanks for asking #back to botwcast DGBJDFGB

[solargeist]

he visited her while she was in practice, so workout clothes/no makeup, but excited to see him !!!!

#my art #grumbo #ariana griande #hermitshipping #cw suggestive #it wasnt intended to be. but here we are. #their height difference is too much. have to throw mumbo on the floor #she tackled him. thats the context #she was originally holding his face but i liked how i drew his face too much to hide it behind badly drawn hands

[dustykneed]

WOMEN 😩

oh ABSOLUTELY.

(based on this f!bones dedicated to @muirmarie in spirit :3333 🩵💙💛)

#star trek #star trek fanart #star trek tos #star trek the original series #fem!trek au #mcspirk #mcspirk fanart #mckirk #spones #mckirk fanart #spock #jim kirk #bones mccoy #leonard mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #let's go lesbians #ugh im eepy ..... if you see any errors in the notes app scribble no you dont (lie) (i did it as quickly as possible bc tired lol) #btw muir if you're reading this know that all of this is dedicated to you in my heart <333333333 #uhhh in terms of context.... maybe a farm planet or something? with a western thing goin on? #look i have a desperate need to see 1. f!jim in nightie and 2. f!spock in sheriff apparel. and also lady bones in overalls obviously #ok night night now hope yalls day treats ya kindly !!!!! #fun fact the bones illustration has been sitting in my finished folder for MONTHS lol #love when adhd. but i was determined to give it the mcspirk bonus i intended and i did it yayyy

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

uh oh I want to say something controversial

#it is not bad for me as a Christian to resonate with Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah in that way #just like it's not wrong for an islamic or jewish person to resonate with say catholic imagery wrt to their own beliefs #idek what the original context behind Hallelujah was bc Google isn't giving me anything relevant but I've seen people #criticizing how it's used at Christmas and made to mean something it wasn't intended to. but I think that it's possible #to respect a thing's original context while also being able to engage with it within our own #idk it's only relevant rn bc I'm thinking about hum hallelujah again and my Christian context for the WORD 'hallelujah' #is probably why I find the hope in it so easily #anyway. #delete later probably

[brideofdiscord-rewritten]

Bride of Discord Rewritten Chapter 15: since my last confession

Please note that this chapter may be more mature in writing than the other chapters. It is SAFE FOR WORK, but I'm bad at writing in a lighter tone, or simplistically. That isn't a brag that's bad.

Limp.

The body of discord hung from a slab of wood, surely A hybrid piano chair; Unsupported- hanging high above the consciousness. Awake in the dream relm. Of course he has wandered into the holes amongst the walls, scurrying and nibbling on the fleshy wrinkles incessantly, not bothered to even wipe his sniveling maw. Morally upstanding ponies dare not question their ineptitude, nor acknowledge or even ever be aware of the lingering sense of freedom he has and cannot possibly show remorse for.

No reason to.

How good would their malformed jaws feel when they spit out the bridle, tore the blinders away? He'd never know. They wouldn't let him know. They envied his innate love for everything and they were none the wiser.

Discord was a relative young being, he never went to high school, he uh, spawned around the same time as Celestia. He assumes. She was always older than him but probably not by much. Maybe he appeared to balance the chaos/science scale. Who cared. Discord was alive. Luna was older than him. He likes Luna, she didn't bother to change they way she spoke.

All that reputation-building from Celestia as Luna was caught in the midst of her adolescence chained to the moon. When old Celestia, pedestal Celestia, oh, pristine pure celestial, Celestia the CLEAN SCUM FILTH! when she revised the world to her whim where was Luna but surrounded by her beautiful night she couldn't even touch!

It didn't seem that simple anymore for discord. Where other ponies couldn't see how, for lack of a better word, beautiful and horrible his chaos was, fluttershy could breathe it. For a species of one, discord could see the simplistic contentedness normalcy. Celestia loved Luna more than she loved her sun. Luna appreciates the reclaimed love from her subjects, her colleagues, her equals. Her sister, her return to being a good pony.

Discord slumped down chair, cascading into a cheese wheel, before eating his way out, still scratching his beard. He fell downward towards the floor, his body smooth slithering down the... air.

He lay on the floor as everything around him spun. Backwards, slow motion, becoming 2D, 4D, fractals and organic shapes. It always came back to two shapes. One being a cane, the other... a silly shape. Like a spade..

"you shouldn't have her out like that. Shell waltz off!"

"She's grown."

"hey moron? You hear me? I know you do, I'm you! Haven't spoke to me in a bit!"

"Didn't need to."

The mirror hovered above him, trimmed in lead. Just a block. It didn't used to be. Had leaf detailings, with figs serving the vines a long heel. It clinked in tinked and sparkled like an icy windchime. Now it was just a block.

"newsflash: YOU DO!" The reflection maimed his ears. "I mean, who do you think you are, shutting out me? I'm yourself, I always will be!"

"no you won't."

Defiance. Dissent. How infuriating to have something flipped on you, that you wouldn't think would irritate you.

"I think you need to-"

"YOU DON'T THINK ANYTHING!" Discord boomed from the floor. Everything fell, clattering to the linoleum and wood.

"YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT MY THOUGHTS AND I DONT THINK OF YOU ANYMORE!"

The reflection grew big and tore through the walls. Stones crushed the atmosphere.

"NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU WANDER YOUR MIND AND TRY TO ORGANISE THE SCAPES-DONT YOU KNOW WHY THEY DONT STAY THAT WAY?! DO YOU POSSIBLY THINK SOME IMBECILIC STINT IN YOUR LIFE WILL POSSIBLY CHANGE YOUR NATURE??!!"

nature. What a joke. He is nature. Nature was to love. And he loved this life. This mind. This unorganized mish-mash of her.

The antler fell off of the reflection. that was what he was, nothing more. It didn't even have all of its features anymore, just misshapen and unfamiliar orifices.

"You're not high and mighty because that one horse out of billions wants to, perhaps, NOT kill you!"

"because I deserve it! She deserves it! You're nothing more to me but a shard of glass I threw out for not reflecting!"

The nose Sloughed off of the reflection. As did the teeth and the fur.

"and that's just it! I had no reason to listen to that! How easy to make you- no, IT break with just thinking different! You hold nothing over me! DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU'RE NOTHING!! THIS REFLECTION IS NOTHING! YOU'RE GONE UF I SAY YOU ARE!!!"

The reflection shouted as the feathers slid off like melting wax, screeching as its very covering slithered form the body in a green glinting madness, leaving just bone that turned to dust.

Discord watched in horror, chucking the mirror furiously into the wall, watching a single shard embed itself into the stone. He covered his face as the ice ricochets towards him at mach speeds. A hail of glass that used to mean something. The sound resounded throughout the empty room, a great clattering, a metal bar slamming against the tile and then tinkling gently as the clear dust settled.

He didn't need this.

All of it. The kidnapping, the contract- it was worthless to him. She shouldn't even want to look at him again, after all of this. He couldn't just use her to become better and leave her with nothing? He had to make it right. Nothing he could give her could match the profound gift he received, ever.

Discord swirled in on himself, wrapped into a protective shell. Glass snow hovered above him idly. His eyes set on the ponies as they jabbered on beyond the door he peeped through.

"Don't be ridiculous, Applejack, she just said they were best friends!" Ouch. Why did he feel so hurt?

"He's fun and all, "but you can't really-" ouch!

He was just fun. I couldn't possibly be loved. He shook the thought from his head. How ridiculous! He was fun! She just couldn't see past that because she doesn't know him...

"Fluttershy, you can't be serious! He tried to take over Equestria! Three times!"

It didn't feel like him.

"He practically keeps you prisoner!"

But he cannot deny the accusations.

"He threatened the princesses!"

Every word made him Sick to his stomach.

"He beat me at Twister!"

And it was a damn challenge!

"GET OFF HER FLANK!!!"

...

The baby. He stood up, levitating. Another of him, standing short and twittering above the young mares, defending him. Sharing with him what he knew since he was born, what growing up with ponies taught him despite it being so uncomfortable to be told.

Discord knew he had a heart, because now it was aching. It wasn't jealousy, it wasn't spite at the young thing that pulled at his tear ducts uselessly. It was the relief that the baby dragon grew up with something he couldn't possibly imagine having all his life.

A commandment of love.

And he knew the ponies were right. And he knew the dragon was wise beyond his years. And he knew that fluttershy deserves to be around the love she grew up with.

Kimono told to him of the most powerful gift to grant on another.

#this chapter was not in the original series #it was made by me as an addition that made more sense than the intended chapter within the context of my rendition #mlp fim #my little pony #friendship is magic #mlp #fluttershy #bride of discord #bride of discord rewritten #discord #kimono mlp #one shot #fluttercord #short read #chapter 15 #angst

[byanyan]

i'm always out here talking about byan's trauma with men, but honestly they have almost as much when it comes to boys. most of the bullying, harassment, and mistreatment they received from their peers growing up came at the hands of boys. not all of it, of course, but considering that was the generalized group they were shoved into most of their life, and the one they didn't fit in with... it's where more of the damage came from.

#they're a little more lenient when it comes to boys... but not by much #like they'll give u a chance to not be trash but if u fuck that chance ur not getting another one #it's kind of... ironic in a way bc byan... kiiiind of acts in a lot of ways like the sort of boys they hate? #like lbr they have a lot of sorta stereotypical masc behaviour but the CONTEXT is different #it's more of a retaliation than like... entitlement? if I'm making sense here? 🤔 #they became what they had to in order to survive #and throw that sort of stereotypically masc aggression BACK at men #sort of a way to give them a taste of their own medicine ig #...I've derailed my original intended topic a little here but this is another thing that's been on my mind adjgksh #the point is they also dislike boys bc they were hurt by them a lot. mocked by them a lot. used by them a lot. #they've got some horror stories about boys. not as many as they do about men but lbr it's not a competition #they're both trash in byan's mind (: #with limited exceptions. very VERY limited exceptions. #which no has not done much to change their fairly black & white thinking on the matter in case u were wondering #god I'm rambling someone shut me up #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made.

[sil3ntm0thart]

#oc art #oc artwork #oc artist #art #oc #ocs #artists on tumblr #original art #original characters #2024 art #princus doodles #william cabello #alix ortensia #max radke #context: alix's current design is a fusion of will & max #they were meant to just be a silly side thing only to end up a revamp (pun intended) of hunter “rosebud” #originally they were a catboy #i dont think i have a post tagged with hunter but they were in the original version of - #starboard bound

[tritoch]

me: oh wow an ffxiv theory/meta post! i love these even when i don't agree with them. i wonder if this person will highlight an underdiscussed aspect of the setting, or reframe someone's characterization interestingly the post: "in the original japanese--" me: unsubscribed. blocked. reported. hie thee hence and never darken my door again.

#ffxiv #it's written in tokyo! we are talking about people who if they had a translation question could *walk down the hall and ask the writer* #it's not the english version's fault that you're a coward who's afraid of subtext and subtler characterization #even if it was intended as direct translation 99% of you lack the japanese fluency to appreciate any degree of nuance #and you frankly clearly can't appreciate nuance in english to begin with! so how could you know if it's conveyed correctly. #my favorite example is haurchefant. a lot of people complain about him being 'toned down' in english #which 1) he is. it's culturally necessary. if EN haurchefant talked about your sweat and offered you a 'warm bed' he'd be loathed #he'd come off as sexually aggressive towards women and as bad mlm rep. fans would DESPISE him. #different audiences have different values. he has to be written slightly differently to land in the same way he does in the original. #2) no he's really not. like sure the text of his lines gets toned down. but he's still absurdly into you. he's still a weirdo thrillseeker #there's still SHIRTLESS MEN WORKING OUT IN HIS OFFICE LOL #a lot of people complain that the english version is too aggressive or people are too mean and it's like...these are different contexts #like there's sooo many alisaie lines where people are like 'she's more of a cute tsundere in jp she's mean in english' and like. #alisaie is 100% an american tsundere in english. the localization team just knows how tsundere archetypes come off in english #which is to say straightforward tsundere shit tends to scan in english as either incredibly childish or cumbrained nonsense #and they have in turn written her with just a slightly lighter hand and more culturally intelligibly in english #she's a teenage girl who covers her sensitivity and inability to stop caring by putting on an abrasive front. that's a tsundere #alisaie is sort of an insane feat of localization. new levels of technology previously unheard of #'alisaie is like my badass wlw little sister' okay...yes. let's go with that. please ignore the ass shots in the trailers.

[magic-ace]

TPOT 7 spoilers under the cut.

Robot Flower, no...!

She'll be fine! Everything is going to be fine with her character. Basketball and her will rekindle their friendship as she learns the importance of being her own person, even without requiring a technological/hardware "fix."

Everything will be fine! (I am lying to myself and expecting the angst deep down in my heart.)

#tpot 7 #tpot 7 spoilers #tpot robot flower #tpot basketball #I am glad that this episode focused more on character arcs and complexity while still being comedic #that is what TPOT was always intended to be and after many episodes of almost exclusively antics this seems right #that being said #I don't believe such a fun show will pull a permanent Death of Personality for Robot Flower's original “self” #as that seems unnecesarily dramatic #even in the context of more complex characterization this is not an II2-level drama #I suppose we will have to wait and see... #textposting

[princess-of-purple-prose]

Me: I'm having so much trouble ironing out the climactic conversation at the end of this fic which was originally planned to have no absolutely no clear resolution :( what a shame :(((

Me, weeks to possibly months into struggling: WAIT (caps: wait)

#SO. HIT UPON SOMETHING I THINK #this is a shame though because i really ENJOYED writing said climactic conversation #and i feel it does add to the fic even if it isn't in a way i'd initially intended for the fic to end #and if i publish the fic sans the convo it won't flow well as a standalone? if that makes sense? #like it works as an abrupt stomach-dropping tone shift very well where it is #so removing it from the context of the original piece would make it immediately lose a lot of impact #ughhhhhhh #kay talks #does this even deserve the my writing tag.... nah #three cheers for you if you guess which wip this is lmao

[palms-upturned]

.

#meg talks #KSZGSJDH sorry this one is petty but #baffles me when ppl say the rcm is not quite as bad as irl cops like… #i feel like that’s not the intended takeaway at all #didn’t elysium start out as a ttrpg about precinct 41 where they played the cops as comically corrupt and horrible as possible? 😭 #harry himself has a history of horrific police brutality #kim talks abt how officers are corrupt and take bribes and are hostile to misconduct investigations to protect their own #even (and especially) in the context of using deadly force #not to mention how the hardie boys/union have basically become cops in everything but name #and the claires are massively corrupt #like the only real difference is the rcm’s lack of funding and its origins #but even re: the post-revolution origins… kim admits that it’s EXTREMELY ambiguous #whether the rcm was started to protect the citizens of revachol from the coalition as an assertion of independence #or whether it was really a hollow gesture to placate the citizens and the rcm has really served the coalition the whole time #and if u say u believe that the rcm is the revolutionaries’ legacy even kim will be like lol. well you can be sentimental if u want #and either way the fact remains that NOW they’re just another arm of the coalition regardless of how they started #like… i dunno man. i feel like the game makes the point p clearly that a cop is a cop #even a labor union can become a police force bc it’s about the act of policing more than anything #and even with what kim says about how rcm officers have to be men of many hats #and include things like social work in their jobs… i mean… #social workers and psychiatry are already part of the carceral police state irl 💀 that’s not all that different #and also like can u imagine KIM handling social work? let alone any of the other assholes at 41? 😭 #the rcm’s station call system may be better as well than what we have irl but like. u know. reform vs abolition etc #idk man. i just can’t get behind the idea that the rcm being better than irl police forces by the slimmest of margins #and more due to lack of resources than principles #means much of anything 💀 a cop is a cop #anyway. watever…

[johnbly]

WIP game!

i was tagged by @tortoisesshells ✨

so i have two fics going one rn: 1) in the boat purgatory in at world's end, james comes across gov swann and the two have a final conversation together (not using that for this since i haven't done too much but something to look forward to i guess) and 2) bolt's "what if james had a dragon" fic and subsequent discussions and questions has me now doing a "what if hornblower had a dragon" fic so here is an excerpt from that:

“Who are you?”  The dragonet is speaking French, and internally Hornblower swears. Is French the only language the creature knows? It’s no issue for him, of course, but how can it be expected to be a British dragon if it only knows French? “Captain Horatio Hornblower, most recently of the HMS Sutherland,” he replies, also in French – awkwardly so, because it’s a ridiculously formal introduction to make to a dragon, but in light of never having conversed with one before he’s fallen back on the old habit of saying more than is necessary. “That is not a French name,” the dragon says. In English. “Non – no, it is not. You speak English, then?” “I do.” Pause. “That was a long introduction. I hope you don’t want me to use it whenever I want to call on you?” The idea of a dragon wanting to call on him at all is no less ridiculous than having a conversation with one, but it – he? The voice is deep – has a point. “You can call me 'Hornblower',” he says.

i don't remember who all is writing things that hasn't already been tagged, so if you see this and are a writer, feel free to share!

#thanks tortie! glad i had something to share #further context: it's at the end of flying colours as you may have guessed from hornblower's intro #when he bush and brown go to steal the witch of endor they find the egg #bc originally the egg (maybe some others too?) was being sent by the navy somewhere but then as we know she was captured by the french #so now the french are getting ready to move the egg somewhere but surprise the escaped british prisoners are stealing your ship #the dragon is named justinian bc hornblower was like [sweats] how do i name things #and started thinking about the names of his ships but accidentally said them aloud and the dragon was like 'i like justinian thanks' #the fic just covers the finding/hatching/reuniting with the fleet #but i do intend to reread temeraire eventually so maybe more will come #...i hope there are no typos in these tags #also i hate posting long things on mobile but i refused to give in so here we are #also also justinian is going to be a good bean that will remind hornblower of kennedy sometimes #bc i think he needs someone like that in addition to bush. thank you show #and idk if the boat purgatory convo could happen in canon since their deaths were separated by a fair amount of time (?) #but i can do what i want #afraid of heights hornblower having a dragon is still funny to me. sorry buddy blame bolt #he's kind of a mashup of show!hornblower and book!hornblower #my writing #chilly chats #tortoisesshells

[bagelthatwrites]

Somewhere Sunrise (Begins Another Day)

Chapter 1: Unfortunate Mishaps

Summary: Reagan Ridley tries to be prepared for situations, but the job always manages to surprise her.

Especially when she's thrust into another universe, and stuck figuring out how to get back.

Fandoms: Undertale (2015), Inside Job (2021 Cartoon)

Notes: (thank you to my good friends @pastelkonpeito and @maddestmewmew for beta reading this chapter!! also another thank you to hen again for helping me improve the pacing !) Also this takes place briefly after part 2 of the show, and after the true pacifist ending of Undertale.

WARNINGS: blood mention, possibly death, also swearing

~~~

If you knew anything about Cognito’s head robotics scientist, it’s that she’s been on this job for over a decade.

The job came with many problems and risks, be it near death experiences, dealing with cover-ups and disappearing accidental witnesses, or nearly losing an appendage or two.

But out of everything Reagan Ridley’s done and been through, she didn’t think she would spend her last moments like this.

The machine had taken months to finish, endless all-nighters spent programming, and connecting wires, and checking and rechecking the blueprints to make it perfect. 

The companion watch took just a few weeks to properly sync to the shiny, new transporter… 

And it malfunctioned. And it took her with it.

~~~

It was a decently quiet night in the building, and the cool wind from outside somehow seeped its way through from the windows to the quite sizable space of Ridley Labs, though it never affected Reagan, as she was used to the drafty windows. Never got the damn things fixed.

Her best friend and co-team leader Brett Hand shivered, though, used to the rest of the building being room temperature. 

As Reagan installed the last few panels onto the transporter core, Brett took a minute to look around the lab again.

It was in its usual state, messy but somehow organized enough. Fitting for her, isn’t it?

“Alright, we’re almost ready.” She lifted the welding mask and switched off the propane torch, turning to him. “Brett, do you have the watch?” “Oh- yeah.” He handed her the device. “So… what does this do again?” “Were you even listening the first time?” She muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. “Well, the old teleporter was broken and out of date, so I took the liberty of building a new one. This one syncs to a watch- the one I’m holding here- to take the wearer to and from their destination. The machine serves to make sure that the watch works as intended, and to actually choose your destination.” She patted the machine, and put the wristwatch on, adjusting it.

“You’re here in case something happens to me.” She pointed to Brett, and walked back over, putting her hands on his shoulders. “...If I’m gonna be honest, you’re the only person in this place that I’d trust if anything happened to me.”

“Awww… Reags!” He smiled bright, pulling her into a tight hug. “Me too.”

“Put me down, you goober, or we won’t be able to start the experiment!” She laughed out and smacked at his arm.

He placed her back down and she turned to activate the machine and the watch. “Alright. I’ll start with a decent location… somewhere just outside of DC.” She pressed a few buttons on the machine.

“But… what if you can’t get back? You might have to walk for a while…” Brett commented. He widened his eyes. “OR! I could come and pick you up!” She snapped her fingers. “Exactly.” She presses a button on the watch.

“Alright.”

The transporter vrrrr’d to life, and its sounds echoed across the lab in a pleasant symphony of machinery.

“It’s working!!” Reagan couldn’t hide her excitement, her eyes lighting up as a smirk appeared on her face. “Brett, it’s working!”

Brett squealed in corresponding exhilaration as the watch lit up in unison.

The excitement of the pair was short-lived, as the wristwatch elicited short shocks.

“Shit.” Reagan struggled to get the watch off, as she felt the teleportation tech do its magic. “I can’t- shit, fuck, it’s stuck! I can’t get it-”

And she disappeared in a flash.

Brett’s phone buzzed, and the call was from…

…Reagan. He sighed in relief and clicked to accept the call, only to see a screen of white.

“Reagan????”

Reagan comes on screen, hair whipping in the wind (wind????????).

"Brett! Are y-ou getting this tr-ansmi-ssion!?" The audio and video were cutting out, but Brett nodded. 

"List-en to me! I d-on't know wh-er-e I am, but no m-atter WHAT, you have -to keep the m-achine running! I seem to- to h-ave gone to a- different area than intended-”

She pushed her hair out of her face and looked around, squinting in the foggy winter wonderland- if she remembered correctly… it was supposed to be… September.

Oh god.

“I-I.. I-’m th-ink in a di-ffere-nt uni-v-erse! And it's hailing b-" A piece of hail flew down and nailed the scientist right in the temple, causing her to fall over into the snow. 

"Reagan? REAGAN!?" Brett brought the screen closer. 

"Aw- SH-IT, I... there's sn-ow getting into the wa-tch a-nd I-" Reagan's eyes drooped slightly, and they both noticed blood dripping down her face from the deep cut, now very prominent on the side of her head. 

“Shit- Th-this is go-ing a lot w-or-se th-an I th-oug-ht it wo-uld! If I c-an get th-e wat-ch to-”

…She couldn’t…

Reagan felt herself getting weaker. There was blood dripping down into the snow now.

The situation was getting worse. The situation was unsolvable.

"...Brett... if I don't su-rvive this... I j- just want you to know that I'm sorry... for ev-eryth-ing. You w-ere a... a good fr-iend." Reagan felt herself getting more lightheaded, and the watch glitched and crackled as the weather worsened the condition. 

"Reagan, why are you apologizing..? Hey- no- listen, you'll come back, you'll be okay, I promise- REAGAN?" Brett teared up and clasped his hands worriedly. The transmission was almost lost. 

"...G-oodbye, Br-ett." The screen cut out as white overtook the transmission video, and the small screen finally displayed "SIGNAL LOST". 

"Reagan? REAGAN!" Brett called out, but no one answered. 

He felt his stomach twist.

…She…

…

He failed to keep himself stable on the edge of the desk, starting to slide down and sit on the floor.

His heart caught in his throat as he choked up, tears falling, the lab now dreadfully silent.

~~~

“Oh goodness…. Frisk! Get the first aid kit!”

#the bagel writes #somewhere sunrise begins another day (the dream fic) #my writing #writing #fanfic #inside job #inside job netflix #reagan ridley #brett hand #only tagging reagan and brett rn since they make up much of the chapter #OKAY. *CLAPS HANDS* I'VE GOT A LOT TO SAY AB THIS #so this idea came to me in a dream (two?)- literally #the original context was that undertale had a netflix show??? and i thought that was funny #i had the 2 dreams around... late november/early december #and i've been thinking about them SINCE #this is gonna be multi chapter but i still have to plan out the rest of it since i dont have much planned out rn #but reagan's eventually gonna interact with the ut characters just because #i didn't tag this ut but the next chapters will since they'll actually have the ut characters in it #also this isn't necessarily shippy but idc if you tag this as brett x reagan #i'm intending on leaving it ambiguous though #OKAY THAT'S ALL. BE UPON YEE!!!!!!!!!!

[lennyjamin]

lino print and collage, 2023

#for skyjacks enjoyers the stamp IS intended to be the forest queen but i co-opted it for a school nature themed zine #it becomes MUCH more ominous if considered in context of tfq #stamp originally carved for my pal terry neurotypical-karen!!! #and that's my thumbprint over the “Us” :-)

[rithmeres]

Your conflicted feelings on tarot cards are so relatable😭😭😭. Like yes, I was raised to not mess with them and iffy about occult things in general, but the symbolismmmm

me and my mutuals hunting down the devil to beat the snot out of him and reclaim archetypal symbolism for the christians 

#the major arcana is full to bursting of the richest most dense symbolism known to man and i go nuts for that stuff #AND YET i cannot enjoy it with a clean conscience why must the devil poison all things #originally the tarot deck was just a regular deck of cards made for playing games. it was never intended for divination #but nowadays that's all it's used for and you really cant do anything to remove it from that context