#alliedoesstuff

[gmcfloppins]

Thank you so much!

🎶✨ List 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Lucky by Twice Lucky

Wheel in the Sky by Journey

Guts theme (lofi) from Berserk

Punk Tactics by Joey Valence

I would've tagged Bob but you already did, so uhhh

@thegreenestturtle (I know we share similar tastes but pls) and @spideybabyy and @alliedoesstuff and @theashofwkm and @surprise-bone-theivery if you haven't already done this and @colorsandwords and @olive-is-a-jim and @mooglemagick and @oopsimfade and @itsbumblebunnybee

But it's an open invitation to anyone who wants to!

Thanks for tagging me @rottent33th !!

🎶✨List 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)

Charlie's Inferno by That Handsome Devil

The Mind Electric by Chonny Jash

What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish

Now (It's just the Gas) From Little Shop of Horrors

Why Do I by Set It Off featuring Hatsune Miku

... And I never have people to tag for this so no pressure tags go toooo @probably-a-plant-thing @bobeatspie300 and @gmcfloppins

[seraphm00n]

random head cannon that Wilford has a pet named Steve (like chica, but with a pink mustache)

does it have to be steve

why

[asktherealmayordamieniplier]

hello, my name is Jim, I'm here to interview you on the disappearance of the body of whoever was killed.

Jim no.

[magic-marvin-protection-patrol]

w-wait wait wait... who hasn't has sweet tea? send em to Tennessee, ill force it down their throat

Petition to share the glory of sweet tea with the world!

-Mod Shimmer

[fear-is-nameless]

so, your talking about Dapper Jack eh?I don't think that Dapper is Anti, but I don't think that hes this "pure boy" that everyone thinks he is. I think that Dapper was made by Anti, Dapper is Anti's puppet. Anti knows we love making egos, so he made a fake ego to mock us. even thought its basically been confirmed that Dapper is bad(rando person: "I cant believe anti dressed up in a costume" jack:"did he?")but people still make stuff about him. we're more gullible than anti thought

Ah, ah, ah…. I agree with you that Anti for sure knows our affection towards the other Egos (I wonder his canon thoughts of Robbie are…), but what if this is EXACTLY what you said he did-

but with Chase instead?

Jack did like a theory saying Chase is Anti (which honestly I’m on the fence of).

But with Dapper boi? Very literally timeline-wise this is the 1st video of anything and everything. So the answers to our questions are there.

But those answers not black and white; there’s a ton of ambiguity.

[asktherealwarfstash]

suh dude. what's up?

hello…Dude.

[the-honey-bunny]

⭐️So I attended momocon again for the fifth year in a row and had an absolute blast! Just a couple of photos from this weekend ⭐️Sadly I have not found any "appropriate" pictures of my raven cosplay :( ⭐️I worked on my star cosplay the most for a total of three months and I'm so proud of it and just want to wear it all the time T-T When walking through the park a bunch of sweet little girls came up to me thinking I was the real star butterfly and I was just beaming for the rest of the day~~

[alliedoesstuff]

Hey tumblr, it’s been a while

I’m mostly likely not sticking around but I wanted to let anybody who sees this post know that I’m starting a new roleplay!

Do you like pirates, space? Space pirates? Space mafia? Corrupt space government? Well this rp has all that and more! If that sounds like something you’d be interested in, send me a message on discord at Alliedoesstuff#3600!!

See you there

[colorsandwords]

The Omen

It was strange, coming back as a Grim. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard screeching tires and crunching metal.

I didn’t sleep much.

I would sometimes sit on the edge of a roof in my human form, watching the humans go past. I blinked and could see the ghosts that walked amongst them, their pasts, their regrets. I smiled, knowing I was just a worse ghost.

I would take long walks through the forests, feeling called to certain people. When they saw me and my black fur and my red eyes, I could hear their hearts stutter and smell their fear. I’d watch them for a moment before wandering away, knowing they’d be dead within the week.

I stared in his eyes, knowing I could never take his soul. For he already had mine, the pull I felt for him different than the usual. I sat back on my haunches before shifting back to a woman, fair skinned and dark in hair and eye. Just like I had been all those years ago. He knelt, cupping my cheek. I couldn’t take him.

It was sad when I was seen by a child. They would come up to me and run their hands through my fur, laughing and smiling. I’d bark for them, heart dropping. They reminded me of my daughter.

Cemeteries are cold, crowded with spirits. Some haunt me now, angry. I didn’t kill them, I just warned them. But the blame rests on my shoulders.

Grims warn of death coming, a herald of sorts. There are more omens then I, the ghost dog. The banshee, the murder of crows, the daytime owl.

As I stood there, a knife to my throat, I wandered if the death I was heralding was mine.

I closed my eyes.

Tag list:

@nammies @callmetea @eliasrcade @thats-kat-with-a-k @alliedoesstuff @existential-cloud

[ironwoman359]

THIS IS A FEEL GOOD POST THAT GIVES FEEL GOOD VIBES

Pass along to people who need to feel good! 

@pleaseletthisjimbetaken, @alliedoesstuff, @snowelfxx, @destinggirl, @the-asexual-reaper, @bitten1ce, @sassy-in-glasses

There. Now go be happy!! <3

[juju-on-that-yeet]

I wrote a DarkYan drabble during class oops. It’s short for once so there’s no readmore :p

Tagging @spookyscarydarky and @alliedoesstuff because it’s got your boy

Enjoy!

~~~

Yandere knows a lot about Dark. He knows how Dark takes his coffee, how he prefers to tie his tie. He knows the meaning of each quirk of his brow and every inflection in his voice. He knows how to tell when Dark’s just gotten back from messing with a human, and how to tell if it went well. He knows what Dark likes to eat and what songs he can play on the piano. He knows where Dark goes to press his suits and which kind of chocolate is his favorite.

He knows all this from various places. A chunk of it came from observation, the constant watching and spying he used to do before he and Dark were together. It’s how he knows what expression Dark makes when he knows he’s being watched, and how Dark moves when he wants to be lost in the crowd. Eventually, though, he began to learn things from firsthand experience. He learned how things like genuine affection and concern look on Dark’s face, and learned the way his voice changes when he talks to someone he really cares about. He learned how Dark loves.

Yandere knows almost everything there is to know about Dark, yet there’s still something missing. He knows who Dark likes and dislikes, he knows where he does and doesn’t like to go. He knows what Dark does, what he feels and what he wants, and he knows how Dark does it, shows it, expresses it. He knows the who, the where, the what, the how.

What he doesn’t know is the why.

He doesn’t know why Dark’s aura wraps around him like a blanket, instead of sitting inside him like Bim’s and Wilford’s do. He doesn’t know why Dark’s heart doesn’t beat, why his skin is so cold. He doesn’t know why his neck is always cracking, why his bones don’t cooperate with him all the time. He doesn’t know why he gets so angry and almost sad every time Wilford forgets how death works. He doesn’t know why Dark so dislikes – or even, dare Yandere think it, fears – high places and rail-less balconies. He doesn’t know why, for all the times Dark has been injured or killed, his skin is clear aside from the dark circle of a bullet wound scar on his abdomen. He doesn’t know why Dark flinches when he touches it.

No matter how much Yandere watches and listens, no matter how much he and Dark do together, he can’t figure out a single why. He tries to ask, sometimes; ask why Dark’s aura acts the way it does or why his body is the way it is or why certain things unnerve him. Never all at once, though, and never too strongly. Yandere will ask a single question, sometimes earnestly, sometimes feigning nonchalance, always asking when Dark is in a good mood. But it doesn’t matter how gently he asks or how content Dark is, for those questions are the most surefire way to get Dark to shut down. If he does answer, he gives a response so cryptic that it leaves Yandere with even more questions, more whys to add to the pile. If Yandere tries to press the issue, Dark doesn’t let him.

“I’m done talking about this, Yandere,” he’ll say, authoritative in a way Yandere can’t hope to protest. He’ll turn away and there will be uncomfortable silence for many minutes after.

It’s during those minutes that Yandere, for all he’s seen of Dark, feels like he doesn’t know him at all.

[chrisblue1030]

Once you get this, you have to say five nice things you like about yourself publicly, then send it to ten of your favorite followers! (this is not negotiable, sorry not sorry!) \(^u^)/

Okay, 5 nice things about myself:1. I have Blue eyes.2. I'm a good writer.3. I like to encourage others.4. I Love Cats!5. I like to be helpful.Now I have to tag 10 followers, so here goes:@pleaseletthisjimbetaken @queensephonereaper @masked-magic @jackmarkgaming @destinggirl @mrkmoo-autumn @alliedoesstuff @ironwoman359 @nerdysandwichqueen @tsunderegenius

[seraphm00n]

i wish you nothing but jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj

oh gag me with a spoon they’re everywhere

[feral-flower-child]

Broken Betrayed

Based on this post by @caustic-synishade

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Wilford didn't know until he after he pulled the trigger what he'd done. But by then it was already too late. It was much too late.

Blood seeped from the Doctor. Everywhere. His mouth his stomach his hands oh god Wilford couldn't stop staring. He didn't help. Didn't lower his smoking glinting hot gun. Just stared and started laughing. Laughing and laughing and laughing as the one man who told everyone they were dying, who could save anyone irregardless, bled out on the floor with hot blood still dribbling down his chin. And Wilford just laughed and laughed until he couldn't laugh anymore and he realized he had fallen in that pool of sticky blood that seeped into his clothes and his skin and his soul and then he laughed some more.

Wilford laughed so much he didn't notice the other man in the room, silent except for the constant quiet ringing, shadowed except for the flares of harsh blue and red, emotionless except for the small smile as he gazed upon a broken man that finally finally broke too hard too fast and now. Now it was time.

It's not your fault.

When Bim walked into the infirmary, wanting to see the doctor about a sharp pain in his shoulder that wouldn't go away, Wilford didn't stop laughing. He just stood and raised his gun and listened to the scratchy whispers in his ears that told him to shoot and shoot he did and then Bim was screaming but it was too late. It was too late too late but that was okay. Wilford giggled and walked over his fellow television star, the prone man gurgling on his bright bubbling blood and gasping on air that would never come.

It's not your fault.

Wilford stumbled out of the infirmary and clutched his gun as he walked down the halls, his laughter echoing off the ceilings that was just a tad too crazed to be anyone else's. King was next, and then the Jims who came running across the room at the sight of their friend collapsing doll-like on the ground. They didn't make it far before falling themselves and then Wilford kept walking on and on and his laughter kept going and his shoes squelched as he walked through their blood and across the tile of the room. He giggled at the sound and the suited man following him in shadows too dark for mortals to see smiled at the progress.

It's not your fault.

Google and Bing knew what was wrong. Google and Bing knew google bing knew but Google and Bing were easy. Just shoot right in the center that's not too hard and Wilford nodded as the whispers told him what to do and he found the robots and the robots were fast but Wilford was faster and his gun shook the house again and again and eventually the hunks of metal stayed down and it was blessed silence again broken only by the broken insane man's laughter as the two search engines powered down for the last time.

It's not your fault.

Yandere and Ed and Silver were enjoying lunch outside away from the screams and the violence but not for long no no no not for long. The bubblegum man shot Ed first right through the forehead and then Silver in the thigh and oh Yandere made a stand with her katana but the girl should know not to bring a knife to a gun fight and two, three, four, five, six, shots and she's down and she's twitching and seven eight nine ten she stopped moving forever and her vacant red eyes stared up at him with the same shade as the blood trickling down her fingers. Wilford gave a broken giggle and moved to the disgraced superhero before giving him a cleaner death than he'd given anyone else. Reload the gun. There was still one more left to kill. There was one more one more one more.

It's not your fault.

Wilford stumbled into the manor again with blood dripping down his gun and off his fingers, matting his clothes and his hair and staining his soul and even blind Host standing amid the gore and carnage of his friend's wake could see the brokenness the devil had wrought. Host didn't move. Didn't say anything. Just stared into Wilford's very soul as the man shot him. Again. And again. And again and again and again until the gun ran out of ammunition and Wilford couldn't shoot the bullet-riddled corpse anymore. Then he collapsed on the ground, his knees to his chest his mouth pulled in a painful smile as broken laughter mixed with sobs tore through his body.

It's not your fault.

The suited man with blue and red and black and grey that the bubblegum man once called friend walked over to him huddled on the ground amid a pool of another former friend's blood.

Thank you for letting me get rid of them without getting my hands dirty. You were a wonderful little toy. But now you're not useful anymore. Broken. Tearstained. Bloodied. Cracked. It's a wonder you didn't fall apart sooner.

Wilford whimpered and laughed and laughed and cried out about accidents and mirrors and canes and a manor like this with a carnage so similar.

It's all your fault.

And the suited man left, leaving his broken insane tool to wither among the people he had once called family.

~~~

Who the fuck needs editing when you write with a migraine at 11pm and just decide "eh this works" and upload without actually proofreading shit :D Hope this was enough betrayal.

@caustic-synishade @that-purple-snazzy-dragon @justmypuppets @xdamienplier @immortalpoptart @kitty-grace @snowwolf5552 @starstrike41 @las-referencias-que-ocupo-aca @the-real-bubblegum-bitch @snowelfxx @bitten1ce @ironwoman359 @splatoon-jim @kyber-demon-jim @punknerdmusings @theinvisiblespoon @flower-non @ego-trash @alliedoesstuff @undercoverdragonfruit @slim-jims @pleaseletthisjimbetaken

[magic-marvin-protection-patrol]

what about if there where tiny Antis? they try to stab you, but it's just like a bee sting and then they get frustrated cause they can't kill you

AAAAA NO THANKSSSSSOk but suddenly I imagined a mini Anti controlling Jack with his hair like in Ratatouille

[fear-is-nameless]

I doubt that Chase is Anti. there is zero evidence, like none. Chase doesn't have enough videos or anything to really theorize about him

There are many, many theories and hints (and likes/ reblogs from Jack himself) that suggest otherwise.