#THIS POSSESSED ME AND I DID IT

[glove23]

what are you trying to forget, kipperlily?

individual group shots under the cut 💜

[i-will-write]

reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"

[catzgam3rz]

Minecraft cow but! Warmb.

[dooanuh]

OMG BUTCHNATURAL???????????????

[kodasea]

You can’t feel your heartbeat anymore (but your blood still moves)

[funktechnisch]

sometimes a family is rook his boyfriend and his boyfriend's son he steals every night

[a-sketchy]

figment

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: A drawing of all the Hargreeves plus Lila riding in Diego's van from season 4, wearing the outfits they usually wear in the promo posters. Diego is driving and using a fist to mime singing into a mic. Five is reading a newspaper in the passenger seat. In the row behind them, Klaus is dangling his arms out the window, Lila is throwing snacks at Five's head, and Allison is sharing headphones with Viktor who is sitting behind her. Ben is in the same row as Viktor and is staring straight ahead looking shaken. Luther is taking a nap in the trunk. End ID.]

Family Road Trip!!

[a-s-fischer]

Since it's almost Easter, I want to tell everyone the story of the cafeteria lunch lady at my school who I sort of on purpose, sort of accidentally convinced I was possessed.

So once upon a time, before J. K. Rowling was radicalized, back when the books were first becoming popular, a bunch of Christians got it into their heads that J.K. Rowling was in league with Satan and the books had real spells, and the books would trick the children who had read them into becoming satanists and witches, and selling their souls to the devil to work magic, and they would all become possessed by demons, and die and go to hell. It was all very much the same thing they were saying about Dungeons and Dragons in the eighties. For the most part, this was a Protestant Evangelical phenomenon, but the occasional Catholic bought into it too, and one of those Catholics who bought into this was my school's lunch lady.

She saw me one day at lunch reading a book from the incredibly popular Harry Potter series, and told me in that solemn way that adults sometimes do when talking to a young person they think is going wrong, that I needed to stop reading that book, because otherwise I would open myself up to demons and wind up possessed.

Now I have severe ADHD, and one of the ways this manifests is that I get songs stuck in my head at the drop of a hat, and they stay there for weeks on end and are very, very annoying and distracting. And my mother loves musicals, so we listened to them around the house all the time. And at the time the musical we were listening to was a not-at-all controversial little number by the name of Jesus Christ Superstar. This musical is a pretty standard retelling of the passion, which is to say the last days of Jesus's life from just before his entrance into Jerusalem until his crucifixion, and it was also written by two Christians, but in spite of this, the same kinds of groups who decided Harry Potter was a tool to get children to sell their souls to the devil, decided Jesus Christ Superstar was blasphemous.

But anyway because this is a passion story, Caiaphus, the high priest, is one of the main villains, and he gets an absolute banger of a song, which at that very moment I had stuck in my head, and I had been doing my very best not to sing all day, because it is not appropriate for school. This song is called "Jesus Must Die".

So here we are, and the lunch lady has just told me that I needed to stop reading a book or I would be possessed. So I turned to her and looked her straight in the eye and started singing at the top of my lungs: "FOOLS, YOU HAVE NO PERCEPTION, THE STAKES WE ARE GAMBLING ARE FIGHTENINGLY HIGH! WE MUST CRUSH HIM COMPLETELY, SO LIKE JOHN BEFORE HIM, THIS JESUS MUST DIE!"

She screamed, crossed herself, and never spoke to me again.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Homestuck day!

(Timeskip version)

[hatsbuckets]

oh y'all thought that (this) was the only one?

Kyle Garrick who's unsettled after missions.

Kyle Garrick who heads for the locker room, shedding gear, heart still fluttering and pounding in his chest.

Kyle Garrick who can't shake the nerves, the jostle of the vehicle, the ache in his frame, even as he hits the showers.

Kyle Garrick whose ears pick up the light voice of a very talkative Scot and lets it fill his ear as they clean up, warm water relaxing tense muscle.

Kyle Garrick who teases, and talks, and banters with one John Mactavish.

Kyle Garrick who lets the words come easy, lets himself be dragged into conversation, lets himself laugh when Soap throws a wet towel at his head.

Kyle Garrick who fires back with a sharp quip, a roll of his eyes, a smirk that’s almost real. And the tension eases, just a bit, in the rhythm.

Kyle Garrick who doesn’t say anything when the conversation winds down, when Soap claps his shoulder, grin still in place, but softer now. Just a shared nod when Soap heads off.

Kyle Garrick who moves slower now, steadier now, toward the hangar for something he's sure he's forgotten, but by the time he enters it doesn't matter.

Kyle Garrick who finds a masked lieutenant, still stiff, still tense, still caught in whatever storm is brewing in his head.

Kyle Garrick who doesn’t touch at first, just sits next to him, near but not crowding. and he speaks, voice easy, steady, something grounding to pull one Simon Riley back down.

Kyle Garrick who watches Ghost breathe, watches the sharp edges smooth out, watches the tension give just a little. Eventually venturing to squeeze his shoulder once, brief but firm. and he doesn’t push when Ghost doesn’t answer.

Kyle Garrick who finds himself at his captain's office, where the door is cracked open.

Kyle Garrick who steps inside without a word and sees the couch—nearly too small for the captain that lies on it.

Kyle Garrick who accepts one John Price lying there and the knowing look Price gives, and he doesn’t ask, just leans in when Price opens his arms.

Kyle Garrick who tucks himself into the warmth, presses his face against familiar fabric, and breathes.

Kyle Garrick who feels the exhaustion settle in deep, but not heavy, not anymore.

Kyle Garrick who lets his eyes slip shut, knowing he won’t be the last to arrive.

Kyle Garrick who sleeps comfortably atop his captain.

Kyle Garrick who is unsettled after missions,

but never too unsettled to find ease in the boys.

Kyle Garrick who feels the rumble of Price's snores and just melts deeper, because he's undeniably comforted by the sound anyway.

price | soap | ghost

[isagaiia]

happened to coincide with timebomb week on twt ,, fate

[vaguely-concerned]

can you even imagine what a fucking horror show the early game is from spite's perspective, though. not only is this funky forcibly severed little slip of the fade having to deal with the reverse cosmic horror of physical reality as perceived by a spirit and being trapped in it against its will -- existentially confused and disoriented and hurting and nothing makes any kind of sense, at the mercy of human cruelty at its most deliberately sadistic. and then the one source of comfort and compassion and some kind of safety and clarity that lucanis surely must have been to him in the ossuary despite everything just goes and shuts himself in his room inside with a seemingly passive aggressive number of locks between them and no explanation and won't speak to him and they're STILL in the fucking ossuary. rook came and found them and they could be free now (rook is here!) and still lucanis keeps them in the ossuary even though he PROMISED he promised they'd get out of there together!!! what the fuck DO you think at that point? like did he trick me that whole time??? he wasn't like zara before, so why is he doing this to me now? why isn't he saying anything? 'he won't move. I can't reach him'. at least in the ossuary they had a deal, a goal, a hope -- each other. at least he wasn't entirely alone, before.

this poor poor poor little spite spirit really was ferried into the real world like 'hey welcome to reality! as your first introduction to it you're first getting horrifically tortured and then getting to vicariously experience one of THE most distressing and harrowing psychological conditions the human brain can cook up for itself (a fully fledged and deeply entrenched freeze response flaring up with catastrophic severity due to an unbroken ongoing and unlikely to let up any time soon chain of Unfortunately... Recent Events). I think spite is being extremely reasonable and patient about the whole thing, when you put it into perspective. I'm not saying let him eat the self-lighting candles or anything, but he's got some extremely valid points along the way lol. spite is not only child-like, the metaphor work going on is a lot more pleasingly flexible and complex than that, but he is also helplessly existentially dependent on lucanis in a way that, if anything, is a heightened version of the way a child (or child part) has to depend on a parent to navigate the world and survive.

tl;dr: we truly don't give enough sympathy to spite for having to live in the head of lucanis dellamorte. a place even lucanis dellamorte would prefer not to be. to be fair to him I think lucanis would be the first person to agree with this lol

[thebrainrotsreal]

The way my brain activates when the brainrot kicks in. I don't even know what possessed me. Cecil stans please accept my offering of your pookie. My art style is evolving against my will <3

[shaddybon]

The best team ever? maybe?

[deerspherestudios]

First of all, hello

What is Atom's love language?

I like the fingers referring to the characters' love language, It's very interesting.

(I apologize if something is not understood, English is not my native language)

Greetings from Mexico 🇲🇽, take care of yourself, eat and drink water in a healthy way please ^^

//RUBS HANDS THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME HERE IT IS 💜

This is about the most ✨self-indulgent✨ I can get with one of my characters because Atom is just about the BIGGEST simp there is among the cast. Here you go:

•┈••♡❤ Atom's Love Language(s) ❤♡••┈•

When you're on the receiving end; Mixed 🫴🎁💖

The thing with Atom is that it is entirely committed to returning the favor you did for them so long ago, like they said, "their kind answer action in spades."

And if that means providing every single whim your human heart desired, this could translate to offering both gifts and acts of service.

It is devoting it's entire being to that task (literally!) while you're staying on that ship.

I wish I could wax poetry here but it wants to be your vacuum cleaner, your Ford Cortina, your coffee pot, your leccy meter, your portable heater, your setting lotion. //lyr

You name it, Atom will become it!!

Nothing makes it happier than to pamper you like they strongly believe you should be for being their silver lining in darkness, their luna nova.

If Atom had the vocabulary to gush about you I would add words of affirmation here too. Alas, they only have themselves to give and hope you understand just how devoted they were to you for the rest of their life without saying it outright.

They just really really really love you, okay?

When it's on the receiving end; Physical Touch 🫂💕

Boy, where do I start! Touchstarved lads you're in for a treat.

It can't can't can't get the feeling of your gloves enclosing it so gently all those months ago out of its mindddd.

They wish to replicate that feeling by touching you anytime they can. Absolutely fascinated with your hands, in complete awe these were the ones that brought it to safety. They are nuzzling against your palms as we speak!

It's fully aware most humans get the ick when it comes to touching worms so while they wish they could touch you directly, most of the time it'll stay inside the suit.

It can sense touch from any part of the suit, so their helmet, gloves, boots, soles even, anywhere really.

They go bonkers for a headpat, go insane for a little peck on the glass of their helm. Hug them and they might implode.

If you're touch-averse, it'll try to respect it but they're gonna be vibrating from restrained effort the entire time sorry.

To the point if they're desperate, they'll just end up with tunnel vision on your presence at all times since they can feel through the ship, hyperfixating on the weight of your boots against the metal grating if they have to, literally worshipping you at your feet.

Overall their favorite activity is cuddling for sure and if you reciprocate, you'll find that they are very compact and huggable, 10/10.

In my deranged moments I've always wondered what it's like to hug the Michelin man and I think hugging Atom will feel similar.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.