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teacupwrites · 2 months

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Angel Dust, Husk, and Alastor with Cannibal! Reader

Angel Dust

After the extermination/battle between hell and heaven, you decided to simply just stay at the hotel, after getting Rosie’s permission

It was nice there anyway, and she didn’t mind your departure so why not?

Everyone there welcomed you with open arms, and you were giddy to have a new home

Angel of course flirted with you the moment you both met, and usually brought in your claws and sharp teeth into said pickup lines

Though after a few threats of eating his fingers, he eased up on it

Angel didn’t fully trust you, sure, he liked you and your presence, but not enough to open up to you

He also wasn’t the most delighted with your diet, and was quite disgusted whenever you chomped down onto some demon legs or ribs

But he tried not to be judgemental, and never made any comments about your food choices

Though his trust changed one day

Angel and Vaggie had an argument, and you were picked to go chase after him

He was being jumped by some random demons, and you watched from afar until one of them brought out a gun

Within a split second, the malicious smiles and laughs were cut off into screams

Angel watched in mixed shock and admiration as you ripped off one of their limbs, and chased them off

Though you weren’t too close to Angel, he was your friend, and you weren’t going to let some assholes hurt him like that

Then, you turned back to Angel with an innocent expression coated in a cherry-red blood

You basically became his bodyguard since then, per Charlie’s request

Angel kept you by his side, other than when he went to work

The two of you had grown close, after he realized you had gone into danger just for him, and he wanted you as far away from Valentino as possible

You were Angel’s best friend, he last thing he was going to let happen was you getting found out by the Moth Overlord

Your his arm candy now, you don’t get a choice

But on a serious note, he cared for you dearly, and kept you close

Angel glowered down at the shark demon who eagerly dug into his pockets, forking out dollar bills with gritted teeth. “Listen here, bitch, I’ll even pay you overtime,” he growled, stuffing the crisp 20s into his gloved hand, whilst the spider rolled his eyes

“I told ya buddy, I ain’t in the mood,” he quipped, propping a hand onto his hip as he quirked an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Now would you fucking leave?”

The shark brought out more money, sneering and spitting onto his boots as he continued to ramble at Angel. Then, he reached into another one of his pockets, bringing out a revolver

But the moment he did so, he froze, and paused, the gun dropping from his shaking hands.

Angel smiled as he heard low snarling from beside him, clawed hands reaching around his waist and gently bringing him closer to the growling cannibal behind him. Your void gaze pinned down the shark demon, who sputtered and quickly snatched his weapon and darted away.

You watched the shark skitter out of sight with a sharp-eyed gaze

Angel exhaled, turning up to you as your furious and vicious expression immediately dropped into a gentle, wide eyed gaze.

Like this lmao-

“Heh, thanks dollface,” he greeted, his frown also turning into a smile.

“Anytime, Angel,”

Husk

When Husk first saw you, he thought you were no good

Alastor had brought you into the hotel to work at the front desk, so Charlie and Vaggie could do other things

You had sold your soul to the charming Radio Demon long ago, and yet Husk had never heard of you before he brought you up to be the receptionist

You were cheery, a bright smile adorning your lips wherever you went, and he despised it

You were too bright and smiley for him at times

Though he was neutral to you, and just gave into your giddiness

And then the extermination came around, and you were all preparing for battle

With the risk of death, you opened up, more truthfully than just sharp-toothed smiles

And then the battle happened

You fought tooth and nail beside your fellow cannibals

Despite the threat of the angelic weapons, you fought well, and killed Angels left and right

But then, an exterminator swooped down, and pinned down Husk, with their spear pointed at his throat

Of course he was horrified, squirming and writhing as he tried to fend off the Angel, but he was vulnerable

Husk was about to accept his death, when you popped up out of goddamn nowhere

Teeth bared, blood stained claws, black eyes blazing

You had seized the angel, grabbing the base of their wings and tearing them from their back, and then sinking your teeth into their neck, killing them off with one final stab to the chest

He was petrified, even after the battle ended

You were cold-faced now, standing by your people with the heart of a lion

But he had a new respect for you

Husk would listen to you whenever you needed it, and you stood up for him as his personal bodyguard

Especially when people would get drunk at his bar and would try to A. sexualize him, B. attack him, or C. demand for more drinks

“Need a drink?” he inquired, continuing to try and clean and wipe blood from his matted and tangled fur.

You shook your head, sitting down at one of the barstools. You both were soaked in red and gold gore, but you were a lot less bothered about it. You were used to it of course, in fact, the golden blood tasted quite sweet on your tongue.

“Hey,” he called quietly, making your black eyes pop open

Husk paused, his gaze shifting as he tried to distract himself, grabbing a well-worn rag and beginning to clean a glass that was already shining

“Are you alright? You’re not injured or anything?”

Considering you were a hellborn cannibal known only for your diet, you were quite surprised to see the grumpy bartender of all people caring for your well-being.

You paused, taking a moment to register his low-octaved words

“I’m good…”

“Thank you, Husk.”

Alastor

Probably one you’d get along with pretty quickly

You were the quiet seamstress of Cannibal Town, sewing, remodeling, and fixing up the old-fashioned clothing that your fellow cannibals adorned

Though there was one customer you always enjoyed to see

Alastor was quite the gentlemen, and a had a soft spot for the hellborn women in Hell

First of all, despite being a murderer himself, he appreciated the purer people, (totally doesn’t get off at seeing them descend into madness)

He came to you every once in a while, and adored your politeness whenever he came to get his coat fixed

During his earlier days, when his hands were much more commonly bloody, he visited you much more often

But when he suddenly disappeared- your shop dimmed and the lively cheer that once graced the insides vanished

When Sir Pentious tore his coat, and he was forced to come to you once more, Alastor wasn’t expecting to come in and have himself seized and violently shaken by you

To say you were pissed was an understatement

You babbled and yelled at the Radio Demon for hours, which took the others by surprise when they came looking for him

Alastor, an Overlord was being sat in a chair as a hellborn cannibal seamstress scolded him like a fretful mother as you fixed up his jacket with quick yet skillful movements

Alastor took it like a champ, and even apologized for keeping you worried for seven years

You forgave him- eventually

Even when not in search of your services, he visited you quite commonly

During earlier morning strolls he’ll buy you some tea or coffee whilst he gossiped about the other Overlords

Sometimes when he visited Rosie he would invite you over

And Rosie was overjoyed of course

The hellborn Overlord was very fair, and even offered you advice when you needed it

While everyone was on good terms with Rosie in cannibal town, you and her were just closer

Alastor also takes you over to the hotel when you so pleased

While the others were disturbed by your diet and the way you ate, they were quite welcoming and were pleased when you offered to help fix their clothes

Not only were you a seamstress, but you also designed clothes

You were ultimately the one who created employee uniforms for other demons after the battle with Adam-

And oh shit- were you enraged at that

You fought alongside your cannibals in the battle, and you witnessed first-hand what happened to Alastor

And you were the one to tend to him

Honestly, you, Niffty, and Rosie were probably the only ones he trusted with stuff like this

Alastor hissed in pain as you carefully worked milk-white bandages around his torso, covering up the bloody wounds along his ribs and chest, bright eyes glaring

“Careful darling, please,” he protested, only for you to narrow your eyes down at him.

“Perhaps if you weren’t so cocky out on the battlefield maybe you’d be more than half-alive,” you quipped, gently completing the wraps and patting his back with a gentle sigh. “I’m lucky you even let me help you.”

The deer demon’s ears pinned to the back of his head, eyes narrowing slightly at your motherly glare

“My dear- I told you I’d be fine,” he protested, quick to stand up and reach for his shirt, though you were quick to pull him back down and plop him into your seat.

“No you wouldn’t have,” you replied, propping your hands on your hips. “Now relax, and let me get Niffty to get you some food.”

…

“Thank you, dear.”

A/N: I apologize, I feel like these were really short, but I hope you enjoy! xox 💋

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 6 months

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the abandonment issues au,,

where Sun and Moon gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss their way into ur heart

and then turn into sad wet baby kittens when u find out and call them out on it <3

(copy and pasted from the space aces discord, sorry fellas lmao)

abandonment issues au:

ok what if. fucked up au time

where. reader is the new daycare assistant or a mechanic or smthn idk theyre working withh Sun and Moon thats the important part

i think it works better if theyre like, Sun n Moon's handler? Bc they r closer that way and it makes it more fucked up lmaooooo

so basically. this takes place right after Sun n Moon had their best friend-handler person leave bc Sun n Moon had been acting increasingly volatile n buggy n rlly just having issues but the more the previous handler tried to talk to them abt it and fix it the more they got anxious abt getting decommissioned and would cover up the problems n act like nothing was wrong

and eventually one day the previous handler nearly got rlly hurt and knew they had to leave bc it wasn't safe for them and they left a detailed warning/report for the mechanics

(and they didnt say goodbye, not out of malice or anything just bc they didnt want even more reasons for Sun n Moon to act up/potentially hurt them or themselves)

so. the mechanics did a total clean up of Sun n Moon's system, basically left their memories but scrubbed their data of a lot of the 'feelings' they'd had- mostly wiping away the feelings tied to 'good' memories, and the only thing Sun n Moon could do to fill in the void of 'feelings' was assign different feelings in their place, so when they once looked back and felt happy or nostalgic, now they feel confused and angry and sad and betrayed bc why was all of that happiness taken from them?? why did their handler hurt them like this??

so the scrubbing of their systems, which was one thing they really really didn't want to have done for fear of losing their memories entirely, DID work in putting their issues on a much lower level,, but it didn't get rid of the issues entirely. Now they're just,, easier to hide or play off or ignore. They're careful around the kids, of course, but they do at times have trouble with their motor controls or their speech will glitch slightly, etc

a few handlers come and go, never staying for more than a week or so- none of them really care about the job, don't see Sun n Moon as coworkers but more like fancy 'machines' with no real thoughts or emotions, they normally leave after Sun or Moon has a glitchy moment and nearly hurts them or, in at least one case, does hurt them by squeezing their wrist too hard. more often than not, the ppl applying for the position read the list of warnings n cautions and are like 'hell nahh' and bail immediately

then. in comes,, reader. local dumbass. most endearing of idiots. a bit dense. very much clueless. dearly beloved

you're the first one to really treat them like your coworkers, making small talk and being friendly and kind and patient and laughing at their jokes. you smile when you introduce yourself, offering your hand for them to shake- not afraid of them or their little twitches at all. god, how they missed that. you remind them of their previous handler, if only in how you see them like theyre people and not machines.

and they make a mutual agreement to do whatever they can to keep you as their handler. even if it means dodging around company rules and policies by doing something like crumpling up the confidential 'warning' forms, ortelling the occasional white lie, like forging your signature onto the papers when your back is turned and making sure it makes it to your manager without either of you noticing who exactly was putting it on their desk.

you've already started calling them your friends the first time they have a glitchy moment. you're doing detailing work on their endoskeleton, really just cleaning dust away and making sure everything looks the way it does in the manual, when they break something- a tablet, a pen, your phone, whatever it is, it happens in an instant and startles you.

when Sun n Moon come to and realize whats happened theyre terrified. what if you use this as some kind of excuse to leave? What if you abandon them, just like their previous handler did? What if you start treating them differently, or you tell the staff that they need to be scrapped

so when you ask what that was about, they're frantic, quick to come up with something, anything that might make you shrug and forget all about it,

"Well, you WERE just working on their insides, right? That must have been something YOU did to suddenly make us do something like THAT! There's no way else it could have happened. Right?"

You take the lie hook, line, and sinker, apologizing profusely, promising to try harder to make sure nothing like that happens again. The relief they feel is almost euphoric. They pat you on the head kindly, reassuring you that they know you didn't do it on purpose, it was just a little mess up! You're fine, friend, we forgive you.

From then on, they dodge blame and truth alike, most often redirecting your attention to something you must have said or done to make something so strange and out of character for them happen so suddenly, and you believe them, full of apologies and careful words and actions and nervous worrying about doing things wrong and hurting them somehow. It's cute, how anxious you can get. It's cuter, how you melt for their comfort and reassurance.

They play the song and dance with you again and again, weaving doubt and guilt into you more and more frequently. Until one day, you mumble something about how 'maybe i'm not cut out for this, maybe i should switch to be on the janitorial team instead, or some other department, i don't want to hurt you guys, or-or be the reason someone else gets hurt, i clearly dont know what im doing, and it's only gotten worse, maybe i should talk to my manager,,' and they panic

don't be silly, friend!!!! you can't just leave like that, what about the kids, what about that puppet show you had helped them plan, did you really want to just abandon all that?? so what if maybe they had the occasional hiccup, you were always there to smooth it over, who cared whether they dropped things from time to time, or- or broke a toy or two, that didn't matter, did it??? You were getting so good at being their handler, your little mistakes were normal, come on, you don't want to leave your very best friends. Do you?

and you cave, agreeing to stay, and they are so, so extremely careful to hide their little moments from you for several weeks, making sure you don't notice their tiny twitches or split seconds of glitchy voices, maybe keeping a closer eye on you than would be comfortable, watching over your shoulder each time you type up a report about the day, giving the manager a loathsome glower behind your back whenever they happen by,, and every time you leave you say 'i'll see you guys tomorrow!,' they grab onto your sleeve and respond with 'promise?' so you always know that they really, really do want you to come back

and then. one day,, you decide to go looking in their files for something small and silly, like what kinds of updates had been added to their pick-up protocols, and you find the warnings and cautions forms

and you see your signature on them, but you would definitely remember this and you are absolutely certain you have never seen these papers in your life. and you take the papers and you go to ask them about it.

"i thought you said you never had any problems before? you told me you never had any issues before but this- this is full of things that you- and you, you've been having these problems for that long??"

they stumble over their words, frantic, panicked, backpedaling on everything theyve ever said, trying meekly to grab the papers from your hands, piling excuses on excuses

"you knew? you knew you were having these problems, and you didn't tell me? and you- you told me it was my fault!"

you're close to tears, hurt that they lied more than anything. you keep backing away from them, dodging their attempts to get the forms. they don't know which is worse- seeing that look on your face, or when they were left without so much as a goodbye.

"you could have told me. i thought i was the reason for everything, i thought i was hurting you, and you just... you lied right to my face and let me think that."

theyre putting on their best soothing voice, movements slow and gentle, wanting to comfort you and wipe those tears away and reassure you somehow that this- this isn't their fault, none of it is, it never was, they're fine and you're fine and nothing was ever wrong, and everything will be fine if only you calm down and stay

you can tell they arent really listening. you take a deep breath and turn away from them, scraping the tears from your face. you tell them you're going to go home and write up a report about all of this and when you come back you can go over it together before you send it to management, but right now you're leaving because you need space to breathe and time to think

but all they hear is that you're leaving, and they panic.

they don't hurt you, of course! but right now you're not allowed to leave.

you try to shut out the sound of them crying and apologizing and begging, even if it breaks your heart, because right now all you want to do is go home and lie in your stupid bed and have a stupid cry in your favorite pajamas. but you try every door you can think of- none of them open. you've sstayed past closing more than once, but the doors aren't normally shuttered for another two hours,, and you're pretty sure the night guard isn't even here yet

the entire time you're walking around the 'plex, Moon is trailing sadly behind you, waiting with the saddest, most pathetic wet cat look an animatronic can achieve, for you to turn and face them again

and thus begins what is probably the longest night of your life, spent trying to avoid your animatronic friends/coworkers who are acting like the worlds clingiest ex who just got broken up with and who can't stop dropping sad love songs in ur dms

by the time morning rolls around, they agree to actually go to parts n services and cooperate and try their best to get whatever is wrong with them repaired, even if it means they might get decomissioned. in the mean time, you promise to come back once they're fixed and work with them to help them get back to their old selves- or at least, back to how they were before any potentially dangerous bugs

basically this is the 'sun and moon have abandonment issues and gaslight you abt it' au

idk what else would happen tbh idk why i thought this au needed to exist either but here we are *lays facedown in a puddle*

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mondaymelon · 4 months

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MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! gifts ensue.

he really went. blep. hi user @ilyuu. im proud of this one so congrats wanderer takes home first gift wooo

lmao id like to apologise in advance as this was brought on because of me but I got super burnt out drawing like 20 of these over the course of 2 days... if you see the quality of the drawings declining ( which you will ) please don't mind it!! thank you.

@anonbinaryweirdo. sigh. i get whiplash whenever you're super nice and then in the span of the next three seconds immediately do something vile

@soleillunne. we don't talk much but from what I know you are such a sweet person omg !! and your works??? dies inside (in a good way). the way you write xiao maks me so. puddle like

@realkavehgf. we agree on one things (amongst others) and that is that kaveh is. kAVEH IS. MALFUNCTIONS PERISHES.

@emphasisondrvgs. you scare me. please take your ranpo and quietly see yourself out LMAO /j

@pjsk-writin. AMIMI ONE OF MY FIRST EVER MOOTS !!! im so proud of mikoto. sighs. straitjackets are smth else to draw .. BUT HES SO. MMMMMM !!!!

@circyexistforcontent AAAHHH HI PRECIOUS. I LIKE YOU BUT I DONT REALLY LIKE DILUC SO. TAKE THIS... quietly throws up

@whats-it-mean. puka puka. head empty. puka puka. please stop your affairs with my mother.

@falors. UGLY SOBS. UGLY CRIES. I LOVE YOU /P SM. WAAHHHH TEARS TEARS TEARS you are the most talented person ever I S T G gRAAAHHH YOU BETTER GET 18412409128410948 FOLLOWERS THIS YEAR OR I WILL RIOT. mwah.

@dustofthedailylife. omg. hi dust... tbh ive been so concerned for you recently with how much life is running you over with a pickup truck so wishing for your improved health soon !! alhaith is a smort guy what can I say

@the-white-void. DEAREST. literally one of the first people I ever interacted with on this platform and you're actually. like. literally one of the sweetest people I have ever met. KLEE IS SUCH A CUTIE FJSFJDK

@kaeffeinee. OMG. m..my kitten- woah WHO just said that. wild shit right there. have something you don't like?? have something that's been pestering you for far too long?? no worries. its the official nag seal of mendokusai !!!!

@lillonvia. sobs. I didn't do the man justice.loud sobs. DFSDDSF YOUR ART MAKES ME WANT TO LIKE DISENTAGRAT INTO GLOWING BALLS oF FUZZ AND FLOAT INTO THE HEAVENS I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO DESCRIBE IT. WE ARE SO DELULU oVER XIAO. FOAMS AT THE MOUTH

@absolutelyobsessedkiya. HELP WHY IS MINORI SO BRIGHT.... she's literally shining what. we need to talk more pspsspsp I just now found out that you're a fan of milgram!! remember like last year I was all 'whose that pretty pink person on their pfp??' AND NOW I FINALLY KNOW THATS ITS MUU RAHHHH

@auroratumbles. meow. cat. what a sweetie. I don't even know what my art style is doing here anymore Istg what even. what even BYE LETS TALK ABOUT XIAO LATER !!

@papiliotao. mwah. a kith for you. mWAH. ANOTHER KITH. SJFKSDJFLS GRAHHH YOU ARE THE SW E. E T E ST AND YOUR THE SWEETEST AND YOUR CAT IS THE SWEETEST AND YOUR VOICE IS MAKING ME WANT TO ELEVATE INTO THE CLOUDS AND YOURE SO SILLY EVEN THOUGH YOU DONT LIKE AKITIO SHINONOME

@yinyinggie. hihihi ying !! it honestly amazes me how you're able to juggle so many events and servers at once. im actually in awe. always look at xiao he's so emo and short

@solxima. GRAHHH HI. I DONT LIKE HOW JINGYUAN LOOKS IN THIS BUT. DLJFLSDJ DIES> I CANT DO THIS AN Y M O RE. your honor. hes so cat coded hes so cat coded he's so PERISHS

@yelshin. WAIIIIT NO YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF> iM SORRY. I don't know why he looks... so r e g a l in this but its definitely giving off oRAtRice MecAnIquE DAnAlySe CARdiNAle .

@vennnnn-diagram. LOUD SCREAMING N O . YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF TOOOODJSKFLSD JGAIJFAD JKLJFD:LFS. anyways. I need to see nahida smiling more she deserves everything and then some. aranaras are so silly giggles

@lume-nosity. I hold the slightest bit of guilt for putting your angsty ish drawing right next to happy lil nahida buT AHAHAH IT MAKES IT HURT MORE IG. took some inspo from your blog title... mwah ily lume. I WAS SO SCARED TO TALK TO YOU AT FIRST WHEN I SENT YOU THAT MOOT ASK BUT I AM EVER SO HAPPY THAT I DID !!!

th end. im actually so dead lmao my fingers actually were starting to bleed afklsdjfaskdjfklsdjflkasdjflksjflkjowejtoij enjoy your Christmas gifts mooties !! if anyone asks why I haven't been posting fics as promised. this is why. ill be in a coffin for a while please let my soul rest

OH AND FORGOT TO MENTION I DREW THESE BASD ON THE MOOTIES THAT COMMNTED ON MY THINGY LIKE LAST WEEK WHICH ASKED WHICH CHARACTER THY WANTD I LOVE YOU ALL PSPS I PROMIS

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 1 year

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CULT OF VAGABONDS: PROLOGUE

NAVIGATION || COV MASTERLIST || NEXT: CHAPTER I ||

PAIRING: Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: It all began with a white van, a gun to the spine, and five smooth words. It ended with death.

WORDCOUNT: 4.07k

WARNINGS: Abduction, blood and gore, high stress situations, angst, major character death, vomit, descriptions of wounds, canon typical

A/N: I apologize to the people who hate reading all italics - I had to do it for my own sanity since this is a flashback, lmao. I promise it’s not sticking around. Enjoy!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

OPERATION: KINGFISHER

OVERSIGHT: STATION CHIEF KATE LASWELL, TS/SCI

OPERATIVES: CLASSIFIED

STATUS: ACTIVE

MISSION REPORT: MONDAY, 0823, CHICAGO, USA: THREE YEARS PRIOR:

It would have been kinder to take the bullet.

Your mind runs as you’re placed into a wooden chair roughly, the bag over your head obstructing everything but the thin beams of light passing through the itchy ramie fabric. Bits are glimpsed—people moving, shifting large bodies; tapping feet, and muttering voices like a grim party of ghouls.

You’re going to hyperventilate, you admit with a startling calm that bleeds into induced shock. Under the binds, your hands shake so violently in your lap that you wonder if they’ll break apart like glass—the skin fragments shattering as bones turn to sharp dust. Air gets thin. Black dots start dancing.

“Sir,” a voice to your left speaks, American, and you’re flinching away before the word is fully out, head whipping to the side as if you could make out more than a blob of black and gray. A sob lays heavy in the bareness of your throat as sweat slicks your neck. What was going on? “I…I can’t—”

“You’re excused.”

The sound of receding footsteps and the slam of a door is scarcely heard above your own breathing, a deep inhale to help push back the void, and a wheezing exhale to welcome the next. Bare membranes of your throat reek of bile, and you think you threw up in the van that had driven you here, though you don’t remember much of that.

Just the gun in the base of your spine and a low, smooth, voice with a British accent into the shell of your ear.

“Head down and stay quiet.” Someone had said, sternly.

Oh, it would have been kinder to take the bullet. What was it that those shows always warned you about? Never let someone take you to a second location? Your eyes wrench closed as the muscles of your numb fingers tense and loosen in an anxious pattern.

Along the floor, your feet shimmy, not able to keep still despite your mind screaming at you to try—try and disappear into molecules of oxygen and carbon. Everything had a sheen of hypersensitivity. The lights buzzed in your ears like bombs, the rope peeled back atoms of your epidermis, and the tiny groans coming from the left of you were like screams as your senses burned with a thousand suns.

But the British man had said to stay quiet—so stay quiet you did. What other choice did you have? You knew they had weapons, you shouldn’t doubt that they would use them.

But you really wanted to start screaming your head off.

When the heavy hand landed on the top of your head, only a soundless sob fell from the strained noose of your esophagus. The bag was ripped from you with a flurry of hair and dribbling tears, sweat flying down your neck faster than Pegasus sprang from the Gorgon Medusa’s blood.

Immediately wrenching your small-pupiled eyes closed with a whine, an invasive overhead light composed of knives stabs into your already blurry vision; your hands jerk upwards to attempt and cover the attack. Silence reigns above all, besides from the single source of that muffled groaning from beside you.

“Mhm…Erm…Hem,” it seemed like the sounds were gasping breaths of your name, hidden behind layers of gagged fabric, swathed in saliva and distress. But…how?

Who else was in this room with you and your kidnappers?

Blinking away the shock to your senses, your chin rises from your chest and your hands lower back down hesitantly. You’re ashamed to admit it, but the first thing you noticed was the state of the room.

Namely, how tiny it was.

Peeling blue paint hides a slideshow of broken drywall, a layer of indiscernible wallpaper hanging off like broken limbs that reach to the concrete floor. Although this might have been a beautiful basement in the past, now your flickering eyes lock onto the newer additions.

Swallowing saliva through a closed airway, the tray of silver metal doesn’t fully register with you, nor, then, does the revolver and the six bullets placed beside it. That dying innocent speck in your heart tries to persuade you to a state of fantasy.

‘If it’s not pointed at you, it can’t hurt you…If it’s not pointed at you, it can’t hurt you…If it’s not—’ The sentiment replays over and over in your head when you rapidly look away from the weapon like it was on fire and begin to notice the statue-like men instead.

This can’t be real…it has to be a joke. Some sick, twisted, joke.

Five of them, all dressed in black; balaclavas over slate faces tainted with grim determination. You glance over the lot of them and feel your intestines bunch, the beasts shuffling from one foot to another with a predatory gleam to the laced boots. Not one of them was lacking combat gear—vests, holstered weapons, and packs filled with God-knows-what—they looked like soldiers, but that wouldn’t make any sense.

Your hysterics only increase when one speaks, body flinching back.

“Let’s get this started, then, shall we?” You can’t even tell which began the uttering, but the accent is undeniably British. Gruff, tainted with sharp gravel; not to be ignored if that authoritative edge was anything to go by.

The individual with crossed arms takes a step forward, buff and taller than all of the others except for one. That gargantuan creature watches you with numb light-blue eyes and pale lashes from a place against the wall. A shiver travels up your spine, and your shirt sticks to you, but you can’t look away.

They are the eyes of the living dead.

“This can’t be happening…” Your lips twitch, but only you can hear your words.

The one who appears to be the leader—Buff—tilts his head, but the dark cerulean orbs don’t even look at you. They keep to your left, at the sounds of panicked scuffling and scraping wood. “Gaz.”

Another man advances, not as robust as the first, but nonetheless built with violence. Tall. Steady. He bleeds contained purpose in the sinuses of his long fingers.

Biting your lip, number two — “Gaz” — stops near the metal table, but he doesn't look at you when your tear-flooded eyes bore into him. Your tongue is lead.

Who are you? You want to scream. What do you want?!

From the side of your eye, you see a flash of a navy blue suit, and your vision snaps to it aggressively. The air gets heavy and a stone sits in your guts.

Gaping, a familiar visage stares right back at you, the build of the face and the structure of the bones reflected back onto you––slated in the very genetic makeup that builds your frame.

A nice suit. A hurried goodbye in the morning as the butler made breakfast in the kitchen—A kiss to your forehead. Your tears slap your clenched hands, and you think you’re digging your nails into your flesh, but the thing that hurts the most is the hopelessness in your chest.

“Dad?” You sob and stare at the ragged form as your father struggles to speak around a gag, eyes running from one scuff and cut to another as the lights suddenly get ten times brighter. Damn not speaking, this was your father!

But if he was here along with you…

At that moment, all you can describe is the way your own heart was going faster than it ever had, to a point that the world swirled around you in shades of blue and red. If there was a time reminiscent of events that had never happened to you, getting into a deadly car crash or hanging onto the edge of a cliff as torrent rains battered your head, this would be it.

The alarm in your still head was telling you that this is the end of the road.

Your father’s hands are tied behind the chair, and you can see the signs of crimson dotting the floor from the binds, skin torn and weeping. His eyes are bathed in fear, the fast rise and fall of his lungs telling you all that needs to be unsaid.

And his blatant fear only increases your own.

“Dad…what’s going on?” One of the men in the front shifts, standing beside the dead-eyed individual, looking away to glance in the corner with shades of blue in his orbs and a fixing of his stocky biceps. “What is all this? Where…where are we? I was just walking to school—p-passing through the old neighborhood—”

You’re rambling through panic, and everyone just watches. They watch and watch and watch. Was this a game? A sick, twisted prank? How could they do this and just watch you panic like a bear in a trap?

A hand snaps to your father’s gag and you yell when he rages, body shifting forward feebly before a shadow descends upon you. A swift force keeps you back, and your head snaps upwards.

You’d never thought that eyes could stay with you for all eternity—when you had a friend that moved away in sixth grade, the first thing you forgot about them was their eyes. The voice was much more important to remember; their gentle touch when they pulled you up at recess after an unfortunate collision when playing tag. But at that moment…

Never would the image of sepia-colored eyes like those leave you again. Inlaid in brown skin and below dark eyebrows. Like a meadow, brown was encircled by light—a ring of amber around the pupil and flecks of emerald, though most of that was lost by numbness.

The hand digs into your shoulder, forcing you to stay in your seat as your lips quiver. It’s not delicate, the hold, and when your eyes scrunch in pain, he somewhat lessons it though not enough to stop the sting. The man everyone called Gaz was incredibly strong.

Something swam in the recesses of his gaze, some hidden emotion of sorrow or pity that showed as hesitation. He clears his throat and takes a glance at your now-raging father. You shake more violently than a house in a tornado; frozen and unable to speak. What was he going to do to you?

Gaz turns back to you and whispers, blinking through long eyelashes as the fabric of his face covering slightly moves, “It’ll be over soon.” British as well, but a tone smoother than the previous. The hand squeezes your flesh, and you flinch as far back as the seat allows.

He was the one that grabbed you this morning; your legs seize up like a dead deer at the familiar speech pattern.

The man moves back without uttering another word on sure feet, and you stare after. The sentence Gaz had given you was anything but reassuring, and with your state, it was more of a threat.

“Get your fucking hand off of her! What the hell is going on? Why is my daughter here?!” Your father’s voice fractures your gaze away from the menagerie of masked abductors, and you turn to watch him growl out in hatred; shell-shocked. “Are you after money? Ransom…? Answer me!”

“I’d think this would work better,” Buff grunted out, dropping the gag to the floor carelessly, “if you answered me, instead, eh?... Now, where’s the shipment?”

“Sweetheart,” your father turns to you, but your eyes always filter back to the gun—the men. The last out of the five strangers was one that you hadn’t seen move from the far corner yet. His hands were constantly readjusting over the black metal of a large assault-style rifle that you had only seen in movies. “—Sweetheart! Hey!”

Snapping to the feral expression of your father, you suck down air you’d been taking for granted and push away the dark spots. You’d forgotten how to breathe properly. Staring into his burning eyes, a plea is stuck to your tongue and a hunched build of your spine. But making yourself smaller wouldn’t help you like it would a rabbit hiding from a circling hawk.

“What’s going on? Please, Dad, what’s happening?” The world is swirling with technicolored lights.

“It’s all going to be alright, okay?” He gasps at you, head swiveling to all parties faster than a racehorse. Buff seems to listen intently, arms loose over his chest and huffing under his breath. His deep blue eyes swivel to you, glinting darkly. “Everything is going to be alright—”

“Pick it up, Sergeant.” The command is cold, numb, and the clinking of a silver barrel connecting to a tray as it was grasped was enough to set your atoms on fire.

The gun lays loose in Gaz’s hand, hanging at his hip as Buff moves closer to your father and bends down to look into his eyes.

“The shipment. Tell me. I don’t make a habit of repeating myself.” In the corner, the isolated man hunches his shoulders, eyes darting from you back to your dad—but your own stare stays stuck to the gun. Ears twitch at the loud conversation as the black wave of overwhelming delirium gets larger.

Shipments? Your fast mind runs as your eyes dart from the weapon to your father, your wrists now raw and skinned from the constant movement.

Your dad grunts and his desperate eyes look at you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“I–I don’t know what you’re talking about, what shipments? Who are you?! If you’re after ransom money just call my wife—she’ll get you what you need.” The leader chuckles lowly while shaking his head in exasperation, pulling back as his gaze goes hard. Your father strains forward after him and repeats the same sentence as before. “What is my daughter doing here you son of a Bitch? You don’t need her.”

He turns to you, his nice suit ruined with sweat. You’d never seen your father scared—not when you’d broken your arm when you were younger or any moment later. Not until now. His pupils are small; pinched in and glossy. Like a fearful animal trapped in a corner.

You doubted you looked any better as you blink back with a thousand-yard stare, choking back gasps and biting a cut into your lip. Constantly thinking that if you speak your head will get blown off in a shower of crimson.

“Sweetheart, this is all some big misunderstanding, alright? Don’t worry, we’ll be back home soon and this’ll all go away.”

“Yeah, you’d like that then wouldn’t you?” Buff growls, “Go back to a cush life while your weapons and drugs fund terrorists, eh?”

Terrorists?! Your eyes widen, turning back to the men with horror. So this wasn’t about your family's money?

“What the hell are you talking about?” Your lips move, mouth parted and eyebrows tight as your very blood seems to cool over. Everyone looks at you and the one second of courage vanishes. “‘D-dad?”

“Ignore them,” the patriarch hisses, trying to get your attention back on him, “They don’t know what they’re talking about. They—You’ve got the wrong people!”

“I…I don’t understand why–”

“Sergeant.” Dread seeps like poison one drop at a time to corrupt you. There was never a moment in your life where you had ever felt like you were going to die before—an innocent sentiment of invincible youth.

But the gun being loaded puts the sense of watching a train crash right into the forefront of your mind; a sudden knowledge of your own morality. Your jaw goes slack as you hold back a scream. Steady, gloved, fingers pick up bullet after bullet and place the copper metal into a steel chamber, brown eyes hard as the stunned silence from your father physically hurts.

Clink-shunk, chink-shunk.

“What are you—?!”

“Last chance to change your mind.” The leader interjects, sighing, and you wonder as you hunch into yourself just how cruel this man really is. “Best pull the memory to you quick.”

“What?” Your father laughs in pain, throat getting choked up as he looks to every person, “Are you going to shoot me? In front of my kid?”

At this point it would be more accurate to call you ‘checked out’ if the blank look on your face was anything to go by; tears were falling and mixing with sweat, but your eyes were far away. As if about to fall asleep as you watch the world pass you by from the car window.

The leader shakes his head as Gaz finishes loading the revolver, flicking the barrel back with a deft movement of his wrist. Those brown eyes stay firmly stuck to the back wall.

Dead Eyes sends a long look to your father, and the wide-gazed form beside him tightens his grip over his biceps, shifting large hips. The man in the corner only snaps his head down and tries to disappear.

Electricity sizzles the air.

“No,” Buff answers casually, “we’re not…We’re going to shoot your daughter.”

Bile hits the floor as it rockets from your mouth; hissing through the lines between your teeth and splattering to the concrete in a sound of viscous liquid. Breakfast from this morning was unrecognizable as you blink down at it.

Someone’s shouting pleas—you’re sure it’s your father, because who else—and while you stay half-bent over the chair as your side leans on the arm, everything starts to ring. Feet struggle to stay steady on the ground below you, shoes stained with stomach acid and saliva as it drips from your chin. Over the rageful screams from your dad, the leader continues and you sputter.

“Gaz, it’s all you.”

“Yes, Sir.” The gun raises to your head, and your face tightens as you spy it from the corner of your eye, not registering beyond words and colors fading out before wafting back in.

Were you going to die in this basement? It seemed your body knew the answer even as your brain tried to disagree. There was no running or escaping, not a chance with all of these people. Even if you did manage it, how far would you get before a bullet was in your neck?

“Hey!” Your father yells, voice fracturing; arms twisting and feet splaying. The hammer of the revolver is clicked back and your pulse mirrors. “Hey, no, no, no. That’s not—She…She has nothing to do with this!” Your eyes slowly widen, face tilting as you still try to break through your dizziness. “I swear, she doesn’t know anything!” His face peels back, yet his eyes seem to focus on nothing as his attention hops from one person to another in distress. “Let her go and I’ll tell you all of it, okay? I’ll tell you whatever you want.”

Tell you all of it? What does that mean? You want to ask, but the knowledge that your body had chosen neither fight nor flight but freeze was heavy in your heated and pounding brain as it pulses against your skull.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

You count the flood of blood that spreads through your body as the taste of vomit sticks to the back of your throat. Rats squeak from behind ventilation grates but wait eagerly for a meal as particles of dust fly past your wide vision.

Your father doesn’t look at you as you gape, and you’re not sure what to think.

Shipments? Terrorists? What could your Museum Director dad have anything to do with that? He had to be lying to save your skin—giving these people a false reality. Yes, yes, that was it. He was trying to save both of you, you just had to trust him.

Your chest rises and falls swiftly.

“I–I swear! I promise, let my little girl go and I won’t—!”

“I think she’ll stay right here.” The leader grunted, hooking his arms into his vest collar, pale eyelids half-closed. “Speak. Quickly”

“Okay! Just put the gun down—please!” The gun is lowered immediately, but it doesn’t make you feel any more present. Brown eyes surrounded by dark lashes meet yours for a few seconds before blinking away to the wall behind you; eyebrows minutely pulling tight.

You’d never hated a look of shielded pity more.

“They come in at night and stay by the dry docks—I don’t know how they get here so fast,” your father speaks as a man possessed, and, strangely, the individual in the corner starts to hang onto every word. Sending your form quick glances with rapidly moving eyes. Not that you noticed. “The products all just sit there until I can come by and take inventory! Two fifteen in the morning! It’s all under my name, I pay off the inspectors every month. Check dock number seven-one-three and the blue cargo containers.”

“What?” You mutter, trying not to gag and shake as if pushing away the instinctual actions would help you focus on the bitter revelation. “What are you…”

This is more than a lie—these are details. In-depth.

No, your mind tells you, no he’s just lying. Everything’s a lie.

“I swear it’s only me, no one else knows about it.” The man in the corner’s feet are shifting, leg muscles testing and relaxing as his fingers twitch over the metal of his gun. Your dad looks at you from the side of his eye, guilt in his bones. “God…I–I sell everything over the auctions held at—”

A gunshot pierces the air.

Liquid splatters your face, warm and heavy, and before you even know what’s happening you’re releasing a scream so loud it echoes off the walls. Snapping your chin down to your chest and bound hands over your head, a great yell erupts from the men, and a clamber of skin on gear follows the dragging of feet. Grunted breath and calls of alarm. All the noise scares off the scavengers in the vents with shrieks.

“What in the fucking hell are you thinking, Private?!” The leader's voice yowls and grunts as you slowly open your eyelids, lashes fluttering over your cheeks. “We needed him alive, you Muppet!”

You find a slumped figure in the chair your father had just been in with a shuttering inhale. Slack-jawed, you look over the crater that was left of his face numbly; lips and teeth ripped apart and a caved-in skull. His hair was strewn about, and without a cohesive thought, your fingers itched to smooth it down.

He hated when his hair was unruly.

A navy suit you’d seen at breakfast was stained—irreparable—with brain matter and blood that cascaded down a massacred face with a head tilted forward. His nerves jump with activity, spurring fluid to the ground until a puddle forms.

Your father was a good man. You—your father was a…good man.

The rest of the men continue to scuffle, barking orders as more feet suddenly race from the other side of the door. Your ears tune it out. You can’t look away, not even when a hand is placed on your shoulder and you’re suddenly being forcefully turned in the opposite direction of the corpse.

Unresponsive, your far-away look meets creased amber and dark lashes—eyes you had decided you’d never forget and now that sentiment was forged with steel and tempered to perfection. Just like you’d never forget that your father’s body was just a reach away, and it was never supposed to happen. His blood was staining your clothes; your face and hair. A bath of gore.

Dead…? No, he was just alive a second ago. He—he can’t be. How? I just saw him this morning. We were going to go into the museum tomorrow to help set up a new section.

Your mouth moves, but no words escape.

A smooth voice tries to speak to you, but all you do is watch the fabric of a black balaclava shift and strain as the noise sounds like car sirens. Gaz is attempting to shake you, lightly, and when it doesn’t help he looks around stiffly, pausing on the body before looking away to the ground in search.

Without much thought behind the action, your loose lips pull back and utter only one word. Weak. Fractured and horribly hoarse.

“Oh.”

It was somewhat of a mercy when the itchy ramie fabric of the previous bag was refitted in one swift motion. And all the while you sit there, shaking, a hand never leaves the top of your head, holding it down.

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gaiaexploreslife · 5 months

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when I was like 12 I got SUPER into lucid dreaming right and I still remember all the research I did

but basically there was this method to lucid dream and DUDE IT LITERALLY GAVE ME SYMPTOMS WHEN I USED IT FOR A SHIFTING METHOD

SO BASICALLY

you lay down flat on ur back, then you go from ur toes all the way up to ur head imagining each little part fading up into the air (it helps me a lot to go kinda slow and really imagine each part slowly evaporating into the air- honestly kinda like in Avengers Infinity war when they all turn to dust LMAO) SO THENN after your whole body “disappears” it’s just your consciousness (honestly the more focused and intentional I am about really immersing myself into this, the more results I get)

AND FROM THEREE honestly I imagined my consciousness floating above but there’s so many ways you can go about this

like you can imagine your consciousness floating above the space where you used to be, then going into a tunnel to ur DR

OR you can imagine that after ur body fades ur consciousness then has to transfer to ur DR self cause u need a body

or u can use that as a void state type thing to then do a method

BUT HOPEFULLY THIS HELPS IN SOME WAY👍🏼

#this is all over the place #I’m just barfing up thoughts #pls excuse me #shiftingrealities #shifting realities #reality shifter #reality shifting #shifting #shiftblr #mcu shifting #mcushifting #avengers shifting #shifting methods #void state

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o-i-w-u · 2 months

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YOU

Are there any silly facts about your characters? Stims they may do? Things they really like, favorite activities?

If they are to have sexualities, what some characters sexualities? :> (i suck at thinking of y im trying to pull questions out my void of brain for you)

stims!!

yesss stims!!! these are just a few of the characters and only a few of their stims, a bunch of them have verbal stims too :3

uhhhh big text under cut!

pollux flaps her hands a lot, she does it with her wings sometimes too! castor has stims aswell, but they're a lot less noticable, like leg bouncing or tapping on stuff. both castor and pollux release more star dust with stronger emotions (happiness, anger, sadness etc) :DD

thought (top right bm) picks at clothing and loose metal on his body, he often bites and chews on stuff, like his walking stick has quite a lot of bite marks in it from when he doesn't have anything else to gnaw on.

faith (directly under thought) shakes his head side to side, and he verbal stims a ton too.

L!kc (bottom right corner) shakes his whole body a lot

crimson (bottom left) scratches and picks at themself, it mostly started out as a way to sooth the itchiness from all their pinfeathers but slowly evolved into a stim of sorts

mel (sun inbetween crimson and L!kc) retracts his rays in a circular motion (?), its a nice distraction from ✨the horrors✨

most of my eclipses have verbal stims that they get rather embarrassed about :3

sexualities!!

(a lot of these aren't 100%, identities are pretty damn fluid so these may change :])

mel/S!sun: bisexual

nore/S!eclipse: gay (mel and nore are like,, far too busy to focus on this stuff tho)

L!bloodmoon: i don't think he's ever experienced romantic/sexual attraction before tbh.

H!castor, H!pollux and H!gemini: queer platonic attractions, for now :)

crimson/P!bloodmoon: pan, i dont think they care <3

thorn/P!eclipse: pan

star/P!lunar: ??? hes just as confused as i am

L!kc: shes figuring stuff out. or atleast trying to.

thought/(?)!bloodmoon: hasn't thought much about it, bi maybe?

memory/(?)!bloodmoon (other half): ??????

faith/(?)!lunar: gay gay gay gay gaybo

(?)!eclipse: straight, but hes currently dead so.,.,

wonder/[character not shown yet erher!!]: questioning :)

thats all the sillie's attractions i can think of at the moment

crimson is a big fan of drawing as i've said before, and they love love love collecting things

uhhh random stuff that sorta applies to your other questions

((excluding some characters cus this is getting lengthy))

thorn comes up with insane fucking plans on the daily (never acts on them surprisingly)

star kinda just stares into the void 24/7, but when he's not doing that he's probably playing around with castor/pollux, or just wandering around

L!killcode is just doing her own thing the majority of the time, even his kids don't know what shes doing half the time lmao

pollux likes to hang out with star despite kc's wishes, they just like being silly with eachother

castor gets dragged into doing things that aren't work related, he tries to stay focused but pollux refuses to let him do so

mel likes uh,,, sleep, sleep, sleep and uhh sleep-

nore used to repair stuff for fun, but its become a necessity now

thought just hangs around faith, sorta mirrors whatever he's doing

faith just likes to relax or hang out with family

thank you sm for digging through the void!!! very appreciated :)

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absurdumsid · 2 months

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Sid's AUs/OCs/Series Masterlist !!

intro post was starting to look long (<- guy who noticed too late) so i decided to make this !

ill be updating this every now and then because i um i love lists teehee

Bar Sanses/BS AU - It's based off of an ancient fanfic I wrote where a deserted Dusttale Grillby's becomes Nightmare's hideout. Dust is the bartender, Horror got kidnapped, Saejun is an accomplice, and the only really "bad" sanses are Nightmare and Killer lmao

@dustbar is the askblog for this !! unfortunately it's a bit inactive right now because i'm.... playing minecraft...

lore: main "lore" post second lore-ish post old outfits lore-ish posts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 vaguely bs: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 fic snippets: 1 2 3

Jacketswap Saga - My most favourite thing ever, I switch my ships' jackets, that's it. You can interpret this as part of BS AU if you'd like ! (So far I've done MTTPoly, HorrorDust, and ColourKiller !)

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

III Classic - Fell finds out he has three boyfriends (idk where I was going with this one ngl) never mind fell gets ALL the boyfriends (not updatin the name though because um. im lazy ?)

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Sanses Stage AU/ALNST AU - basically alien stage but i force sanses into it <3

1 2 3 4

KeeperTale - An AU where the Justice and Perseverance humans were childhood friends with the First Human. Upon learning about their death, the two set out on an adventure to Mt. Ebott. Unfortunately, while one of them sought reason, the other wanted vengeance... and thus the monsters are forced into another war.

main lore post 1 2 3

UnderPills - An AU where after Asriel and Chara's deaths, the Underground grieved and monsters started turning into dust unprovoked. The Royal Scientist created a CURE that would preserve monsters' life, but… they grew too dependent on the drug.

lore: part 1 doodles: 1 2 3 4 5 6 text: 1 2 3

UnderAngel - An AU where Asgore and the monsters did not fight the humans and surrendered themselves to be sealed in Mt. Ebott. Patiently waiting for the angel from the prophecy, they live peacefully underground. (There isn't exactly a full lore post, as this is my biggest work in progress, so feel free to speculate about it !)

main "lore" post 1 2

Copyverse - A story that happens in-between and after the events of KeeperTale, UnderPills, and UnderAngel ! I'd like to make a comic for it after I properly write the lore and canon events for the AUs involved in it. (So far, KeeperTale has been finished !)

characters: sanses skeleton families lore-ish: 1 2 3 4 5 6 in universe-ish: 1 2 3

Outcode Counselling - Basically a tiny corner of the void that belongs to Angel! Gaster, where he counsels Outcodes. Currently, his patients are Pills! Gaster, HorrorPills! Sans, Keeper! Grillby, and Recover! Sans (@grinn1ng-ma5k's sans)

1 2 3 4 5

Steamverse [Express] - a train that runs through the entire multiverse, the conductors are Grillby and Gaster ! They are friends with Replica, an Outcode !

1 2

last update: 4/20/2024

#sid rambles #masterlist #<- or is it #masterpost #i im not sure #idk anyway this exists now yay #updated it !!#funny number lmao

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adambja · 7 months

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How many times have you manifested through void and what is the proof? how do we know if you're just bullshitting us

Hmmm

First of all this is a good ask but it sounds a bit aggressive and fun anyways let's answer

• How many times?

Literally a lot I don't even count them since I actually wake up in my void literally everytime I nap/sleep after that time I manifested it

Sometimes I just manifest things spontaneously I am not really focusing on everything I manifest cause they are literally my whole life because I always move on with myself and I am just here and now in the present moment! Also I don't use it that much cause my manifesting abilities were/are already the same as manifesting in my void state!

• What is the proof?

Okay like what is the proof anyone ever entered their void state? what is the proof the void state even exists???? Think about it literally nothing also as I mentioned many times with/without my void state I was already having my best life and manifesting normally in my life I just think/affirm once and it just already happened and it happens that's literally my life even like everything was perfect I already had everything I wanted my family members are so fine my money since I was 14 is actually like so great because of my dad and what he taught me so yeah i don't what proof should I give you? entering/waking up in your void state isn't like going to the moon or mars like lmao I am not gonna get you some dust with me to prove it

But fr I did and I do everyday which makes me believe that all this ain't even real cause it's just a creation from my imagination

Go ask another blogger and let them answer it too you will find the same answer or they might give you proof idek what proof do you want you didn't specify at all

• how do we know if you are just bullshitting us?

It depends on your assumptions I really mean it cause some people convinced themselves I am a scammer about coaching so yeah am I a scammer rn? Nope I am not a scammer at all! It's just their assumption! And I am literally the opposite of a scammer but some people just got trust issues! I can't actually blame them for having trust issues! But I can blame the person who scammed them! Also I am not responsible that they got these trust issues! So all of this isn't really my responsibility even proving it to you or to anyone! Also I literally have no one who never got their things everyone is getting their things ready on time and the ones who are waiting for their things is just because they want it personalized or like I am asking them about what they exactly want it to be and what they wanna add and that's it!

Also this was about the coaching but clearly your question was about entering my void state so let me tell how would I have people who actually entered their void state using my tapes and many of them manifested what they wanted already and my coaching is already finished with them? Like how? Even the experiment!?? Someone actually entered WITHOUT the self-concept tape I sold to almost all my clients who wanted to enter their void state! Did you actually ask yourself this and did your own research about me? And about what I am posting here? Not about what people said about me here!! Cause talk and drama are so cheap they can just begin out of nothing also the rumors babe!! Before asking me all this!? Did you?

I just answered all your questions!! So yeah whatever if you got more you can ask as an anon or come to my DMs I don't mind it at all🫶🏻

And.... Mmmm I am ending all that coaching like by the end of this month hehe and NOT SELLING THE TAPES ANYMORE after like days so I AM SO FKIN HAPPY CAUSE I WILL BE BACK TO MY LIFE AGAIN completely AND I WILL DELETE TUMBLR AND ALL THE CHATS BUT I WILL STAY IN TOUCH WITH MY PRESENT CLIENTS LIKE MAN FINALLY THIS BS HERE IS OVER AND SEPTEMBER IS OVER WITH ITS LESSONS I literally learned a lot of things here like how to deal with things what to talk about what not to talk about and more I am happy 🫡

So byeeee lmao

Have a good day/night! 🫶🏻

#law of assumption #loa #loassumption #neville goddard #void success #loa success #self concept #success stories loa #self development #self esteem

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pttucker · 6 months

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"God damn it! Isn't there anyone else? Isn't there any other friends of Kim Dokja still left somewhere?!" No matter how much Han Sooyoung racked her brain, she couldn't come up with anyone that could help. Both the Statuses of the Black Flame Dragon and Uriel were gradually declining now. [Constellation, 'Demon-like Judge of Fire', is glaring at 'Scribe of Heaven'.] [Constellation, 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon', says he still can't use the 'Right Hand of the Void Destruction'…] The fog of darkness had enveloped the 'Isle of Reincarnators', which was about the same as it having finished its preparation to devour this place whole. It was around then when the specks of light akin to a car's headlights shone from the distance. Along with loud screeching, something arrived by their side after breaking past the deflagration. A vehicle rather familiar to the members of < Kim Dokja's Company > appeared from beyond the choking dust. [Hmm. It'll get rather troublesome if you get injured here. You still have three more adverts you need to shoot for me, after all.]

Okay, first off, I love that Sooyoung isn't even calling for people who want to stop the Nameless Mist just because it's, ya know, bad or dangerous or anything like that. Nope. She's calling for people who care for Kim Dokja.

Secondly, Mass Production Maker! And Breaking the Sky Sword Saint! And Yoo Hoseong! And Jang Hayoung! And 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband'!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!

I actually completely forgive Prisoner of the Golden Headband for constantly scoffing at Dokja's prior requests for help because his big entrance was so worth waiting for.

Jang Hayoung extended her hand out and the world's heaviest staff found itself in her grip in the next moment. Boundlessly arrogant and aloof eyes glared at the azure sky, and every cloud in the world trembled all at the same time. [Go and rescue Kim Dokja.] Those words were not spoken by Jang Hayoung. [Constellation, 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband', has incarnated into the scenario!]

And he's focused on rescuing Dokja too! Ahhhhhhh!

Sooyoung called out for all of Dokja's friends and they freaking showed up. Look at all these giant names who care so much about this itty bitty baby Constellation.

Which is a little worrying actually because I swear this feels like some kind of big finale...but we still have 30% of the novel left???

I can only imagine that it's all going to come together for the big "Twist" that keeps getting mentioned, as well as Dokja's new Modifier and his Myth-grade story that's germinating. lmao his new name should be Loved and Hated In Equal Measure or something because everyone seems to either immediately adore him and are willing to cut down literal mountains to help him...or they absolutely detest him with every fiber of their being. 😂

Though...even the ones who detest him sometimes come around...

#orv novel chapter 410 #orv spoilers #orv liveblog #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kdj #hsy #mass production maker #prisoner of the golden headband #jhy #also the fact that mpm is so powerful due to his coins reminds me that dokja is freaking LOADED #we haven't seen his total in a while but it does make me wonder just how powerful he'll be money-wise when this is all said and done #not anywhere near mpm obviously but he's honestly been more wealthy than several other constellations since before he was one himself

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usercookie2008 · 8 months

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Doodles of what I think Dream and Nightmare true forms would look like after the apple incident

Rebirth Au :)

I explain below with a tad of a ramble teebee ↓↓↓

To explain it I wanna think that when they consumed/absorbed the apples that their Flames were sealed away into the apples kinda like a shelf of sorts or perhaps a sense of something that keeps their flames chained to their vessels aka the body's they were given after creation.

Though say their vessels are destroyed it too destroys that Link keeping them within their vessels, now say they are actually destroyed they will turn to dust like any other monster except unless they're in water or something their Dust will Become a flame and they arise back from the Dust but without a vessel and just like their true beings they were before given vessels that would help them interact with the world around them.

Much like a Phenix if not actually inspired by the idea of how a Phenix works teehee.

Oh also upon technically reviving their thoughts are often scrambled and they will attempt to go to the other because despite everything they still will believe the other to be safe.

Kinda like a primal instinct and also the fact that their magic is most in tune with each other .

Even if they are the opposites of emotions, they can easily recognize each other's Familiar Flames and will seek out the other for protection

To say if they also do go to someone else then also means in this state They recognize the others magic as safe and will too seek Solace in the other instead of possibly Screeching and intensely cackling at the other to back off.

Also upon the thought of "oh but the apples what about the apples?" Think about it, sure the apples were a more physical interpretation of emotions but Dream and Nightmare are the literal *Living* essence of Positive and negative emotions so if you really think about it Sure the apples a much more physical understanding and representation of emotions, But unless Dream and Nightmares flames are Truely snuffed out for good that is then when you snuff out emotions but even then flames can always be reignited, even if sometimes because of certain Variables it's much harder to do it and keep it going, doesn't mean its impossible to do so, you just gotta have the right timing so then the fire can live once again.

Anyways thanks for coming to my Void talk I'm gonna casually vanish off the face of Tumblr again lmao

But do feel free to ask Questions about it! I love answering questions for stuff like this,,,

#art #sans au #au #digital art #digital drawing #Dream sans #dream and nightmare #nightmare sans #headcanon #look at the silly goobers 💥💥#voidling art #voidling rambles

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tenn-o-s · 8 months

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random thoughts after rewatching the gameplay demo at tennocon

Whispers In The Walls feels like the logical conclusion of Warframe though it does kinda feel like Warframe is taking things from TNW, AOZ and Duviri's void and continuing to leave a wake of untouched loose ends.

Warframe 1999 feels like the biggest shark jump a franchise like Warframe could possibly take because it'll reveal the hand of 15 years worth of lore building and setting Kay-Fabe and then shred each card Infront of you leaving only the remains of the deck to piece together how everything else goes back together again.

ultimately this is a new beginning so I hope the status quo does really hit that change at a certain point but with so many different loose ends, just taking the Entrati and Void and running will ultimately feel like it's leaving most of the system in the dust yet again. I wish Nightwave was considered more of a success because it really felt like it was bringing something to the table with it's re-examination of the old enemy factions and even older things like boss fights that gift you BPs and components (if you consider traditional Warframe acquisition like being The Jackal, the last Warframe we got like that was Wisp(?) one that wasn't a resource or standing grind reward like the last handful have been).

I love the future of Warframe, everything AOZ, Veilbreaker and Duviri have brought have left me very hopeful, but I almost wish we had more micro updates to just add more to the story that wasn't so... Void-Tasting.. . what happens with the Sentients, how are the corpus and the Granum Coup doing, what are the Queens doing... the Infested might have something to do with this new update but even they're basically disregarded in a Deimos flavored update!!! why the fuck does the sergeant still fuckin exist lmao like, the Dagath Update is QOL city sure but I still feel like so much of the content is trapped in the last decade of the game and I wish we could get some overhaul or atleast some small changes to better suit the future of the game's style.

#zaritran six nine #warframe

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mako-neexu · 10 months

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some LB6 art in pixiv (i cut a lot of them lmao so now the post is shorter):

Oberon’s Wings

Everything in Nobitarou’s profile, Eiki’s Gudas,Same’s Obelog

“Dream your own Dreams, you idiot” -Obeguda and Titania

“It’s not necrosis Oberon, it’s ink!”

The Star and the Sword’s Brilliance actually just check out all Chie’s art lmao

Meganeberon

LB 6 “story” feat. Gudao eating void’s dust like a snack, Obeguda “Connection”

Bao and Morgan

Osushi’s profile...Of course, I’m a simp for AU’s art, then there’s Chang’an, there’s Dun, Hino’s profile, LB6 MATOMEEEE, oberon valentines (prediction) and forcing him the hoshimi teapot, Darake’s profile,

.....Potatoes’ profile (theres a lot but you can sort through it).....

Lb6 deaths/Everyone suffers

#lb6 #fgo #the ones i saved in twitter are making me lazy to link #pixiv...hmm i have more...really have moremore but the most are oberon art and #oberon and his twink ass

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shrekisshrimpthesimp · 2 years

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Glimpse of Her

Kakashi Hatake x FReader

Word Count: 579

A/N: this has been sitting on my docs for a while now gathering dusts lmao so here i am dumping my trash in Tumblr 😂 also, very obviously inspired by Joji's Glimpse of Us

Warning: Angst

She'd take the world off his shoulders if it was ever hard to move.

She'd turn the rain to a rainbow when he was living in a blue.

She'd heal his wounds with her gentle touch.

She'd comfort his aching soul with her tender smiles.

A glimpse of her took him out from the depths of darkness.

She was his salvation. She was his light.

A glimpse of her allowed him to carry on, to keep moving, to survive.

But now she is gone. Died in his own hands. And now all he sees, all the glimpses of her are her tear-filled eyes. Her eyes that used to be filled with light, succumbing to death.

She sacrificed her life to save the village. In the end, she truly is a salvation.

But her last act of salvation brought destruction in Kakashi's heart.

She once brought him out of this void but now, the glimpses of her sent him back to agonize, to ache, to endure the longing and regrets.

And you tried. You tried to get him out. You tried to stretch your hand out for him. You tried to cast light in the darkness that surrounded him. You tried to make him feel your gentle touch. You tried to take the world of his shoulders if it was ever hard to move. You tried to comfort his aching soul with your tender smiles. You tried to turn the rain to a rainbow when he was living in a blue. You tried to replace her, Rin Nohara.

And he took your hand, allowed himself to feel your touches, and looked at you tenderly. And you were relieved. Ever since you were young ninjas studying at the academy, you've always admired him. He's a genius, brilliant shinobi and you've always dreamed of the day he'd look your way. When Rin died, Kakashi lost a part of him. And you tried to fill the void she left. And oh how happy you were when you felt him reciprocating your touches, your feelings. When he caresses you, such gentleness, such warmth. When he embraces you, you can feel his sweet affections. Oh and when he kisses you, soft, delicate, passionate. But sometimes when you look in his eyes, the truth hits you. He may be in your arms but his mind is elsewhere, his heart belongs to somebody else. Cause when he looks at you, he sees glimpses of her.

Love, the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise. You know he still loves her, her who was long gone. That you are contending with the shadow of a dead person. It is foolish. It is absurd to willingly become someone's mere replacement. But you love him. And that reason is enough for you to subject yourself to this one-sided affair.

But as you lay down here, gasping for breath, fighting for your life, you see him. His eyes that look at you tenderly are now weeping. He desperately tried to stop the bleeding, screaming for help. He looks at you, cusping your cheeks, wiping the tears in your eyes.

'Don't leave me', he whispered, sobbing as he gently rested his forehead against yours.

It pains you to see him like this, hurt and suffering. You would never wish this upon him. But what pains you more is when you looked in his eyes, you saw it, even now, he was seeing a glimpse of her.

#hehehe #kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi smut #kakashi hatake smut #jk #kakashi x y/n #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x y/n #kakashi hatake x reader #naruto kakashi #naruto #kakashi fic #shrek's kakashi bla

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picnokinesis · 10 days

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Hi!

(A mild panic on the topic of: This is not a question, oh god, this is NOT a question. This is a recommendation of a fandom at BEST.)

So I was reading a fic one day and my brain went very quickly in succession:

a) /Oh/, this is the good stuff

b) No wonder you think so, remember spydoc telepathy edition (And you, Taka, are like an ambassador of that land in my mind)

c) Actually many fics from this fandom are like this

d) Do we think…?

So I had two facts:

1. This is a thing someone I have a great respect for would probably enjoy.

2. There was no indication Taka has seen or engaged in the fandom of Pacific Rim. Despite its notoriety in this neck of the woods due to the concept of drifting in particular.

And what I am doing with those facts is telling you this. I think you are great and I think you would like the fics of Pacific Rim. So if you feel like checking it out, it’s very low effort on entrance. Only one movie to see. Or two. Depends who you ask.

Here are two excerpts to judge for yourself. (Is this a spoiler? I know people for whom this would be a spoiler. For me it’s a tester.)

1) What’s a Little B&E Between Friends? By VoiceOfNurse (Part 20, Chapter 1)

No need to reach for the void, when he was so complete, nestled up against the part of Them that was Hermann.

…safe…

Newt was aware, in as much as Hermann was aware. It was difficult to separate himself out, when Hermann’s mind was locked around him like a steel trap made of numbers and chalk dust and spite. They were one organism in two parts- four lungs, drawing breath, two hearts beating in time. There was cold, and there was pain, but it was far away.

There is no room for (masters-monsters-precursors) here. They are (insects-vermin-insignificant) when faced with (memory-language-connection). We are (brilliant-unstoppable-rockstars). We are (music-logic-science). We are (Newt-and-Hermann) and they are nothing.

2) What’s a Little B&E Between Friends? By VoiceOfNurse (Part 20, Chapter 2)

They were Drifting. Tendo couldn’t quite work out the whys and hows of it, especially now that he was being bitten to within an inch of his fucking life, but he was certain. He’d hurt Hermann by moving too fast, probably jostled the guy’s leg, actually, which was folded weirdly under him with Newt on top, but the closest set of teeth bit him. Newt wasn’t even conscious in the traditional sense of the word, but Hermann was. Hermann was, and apparently Newt’s teeth were available to rectify the situation. Newt’s urges, too, because Tendo didn’t really picture Hermann as a biter.

HELLO MY FRIEND oh my days I'm SO sorry but I'm laughing so much because this probably happened because tumblr search function is useless but 'no indication' sksksksk, oh my sweet summer child: here's the pacific rim tag on my blog LMAO - or, even better, the entire pacrim au I came up with for s12 of doctor who one time. Also. Also. Buddy. This is so funny, I love you so much. Are you aware that I'm obsessed with the works of one of the biggest Pacific Rim fanfic writers ever? I did, to be fair, literally take their name off my blog description yesterday to replace it with Bloodywood instead, and I'm more on the Stargate Universe side of things these days - but cleanwhiteroom is one of my favourite authors, and I read Designations Congruent with Things before I touched any of their Stargate material. If, my dear anon, you've not heard of cwr, then I really highly recommend their stuff, but I'll add a link below and see if I can dig up the other fic that I really loved from back in the day. Thank you for the fic rec though!! Those excerpts look excellent haha, I shall check that fic out when I get chance because you're absolutely right I love that kind of thing.

(also, absolutely DELIGHTED that you read this sort of stuff and thought of me - that is SUCH an honour oh my days! Like...rancid spydoc telepathy ambassador....what a title, I'm dead chuffed at this haha bless you!)

I think this is just so funny to me because - you couldn't possibly know this, of course, but like you know where I got this from? This love for writing weird, messed up mental connections between people?

Pacific Rim fanfiction HAHAHAHAHA

(and, later SGU - but I mean, mostly just cleanwhiteroom tbh. I was 16yo and I imprinted okay. But there were also other fics too, and they had an influence. Guh, Newt/Hermann post-drift fics are PEAK man)

Okay but actually let me tell you the story of how I got into pacrim because I think it's hilarious. So most people get into fandoms by like, yknow. Watching the film, reading the book, seeing the show, etc. I mean, how else would you do it? I'll tell you how. I was pottering about on deviantArt, back in the the grand old year of - oh, it must have been 2014. 2015? Something like that. Anyway, I stumbled across some Newt and Hermann fanart, and I didn't know the fandom but I was intrigued and REALLY liked the artstyle (I think the artist was feriowind?) - anyway I went on their profile and was MORE intrigued when I found they'd done some gorgeous cover art for THIS FIC, which got me so curious that I decided to read it. Without having watched the film. What I did was: read the plot summary on wikipedia, watched a couple of newt and hermann fanvids/clips (LIKE THIS ONE) so I could see them/hear their voices right, and then just blitz on through the fic with google images open in another tab so I could google thing like 'the shatterdome' and 'the LOCCENT pacific rim' and stuff like that for visual reference SKKSSK. Damn this is a throwback, I'm having a great time. ANYWAY. Read the fic. Loved it. Read the sequel. LOVED IT. Started looking for more fanart and stuff like that - and found a bunch of people kept on mentioning this fic called Designations Congruent with Things. Searched it up, found it on ao3, read the first 6 chapters and it almost melted my brain LMAO so I stopped. Then I couldn't stop thinking about it and I came back to it and oh my days. Oh my days. It fully rewrote my brain and DAMN I was obsessed. By this point I was vibrating in place at the mere thought of actually SEEING THE FILM, YKNOW. The film I'd read hundreds of thousands of words of fanfic about. Anyway, my friend who got secret santa for me that year literally had the easiest job on the planet HAHAHAHA so I watched it on Christmas Day and it was so so funny because like. You probably are aware of how much damn lore this film has. Like I knew the names of most of the jaegers that aren't even mentioned in the movie, I knew about Caitlin Lightcap and Sergio D'onofrio, but I had NO IDEA what was extended canon and what was fanon and what was actually. Y'know. In the film. So when I watched it I was like BUT WHERE'S LIGHTCAP for most of it HAHAHAH, but yeah it was great. SO GREAT. Guh I love the concept of the drift SO SO MUCH it's absolutely fascinating and just. AHH!! So so good.

Anyway. Absolutely losing it, bless. Sorry this is all over the place, I'm very tired but my goodness. Yes. Talk to me about drift bonds any day of the week, I'm here for it. If you want cleanwhiteroom fics, you can find them here. I linked the other one above, but there were a couple of others I read too...like I read a LOT of fics, and this was before I had an ao3 account rip so I don't have it in my fic reading history. There was one called Occam's Razor that I read a lot of, but I don't think I finished it. OH but I also liked this one (that i thought I found but it turned out to be the wrong one, am looking again now lol), from after Pacific Rim 2!! Which, as a film, I mostly consider to just be like. A fanfic with an exceptionally high budget ksksksks so yknow. I don't hate it because I don't consider it canon as much as I consider anything outside the original film canon. ANYWAY LOVE YOU

#SKSKSKSK I'M JUST LAUGHING SO MUCH I'M CRYING #BLESS YOUR HEART #i mean you're not wrong!! you are in fact absolutely right!!!#i definitely would enjoy this fandom!!!#taka replies #anon #pacific rim #<- here's my tag if you need it on mobile #cwr #cleanwhiteroom #cwr influenced so much of my writing style it's unreal #literally had a comment today mentioning that exactly phenomenon which ALSO made me cackle #bless you guys hahahaha #needed this today #thank you for bringing me a lot of joy #i love remembering old hyperfixations #fic #fic rec #long post

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