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[swan2swan]

The blanket pattern...

[echoeyez]

Hey

[tallyhall-updates]

zubin, whats your oppinion on men

They make for excellent friends.

FRIENDS.

High five into a fist bump shimmy, Zubin

[pheracy]

Note to you: don’t enter the 911 fandom unless you’re like really good at curating your space because there’s horrors here

Hello! I had to google what that means because English isn't my first language, and I'd never heard that expression before. If I misunderstood, please forgive me.

Thanks for warning me! From what I've read in google, that means I should be careful with which tags I add to my posts, try not to piss off shippers, etc? If I'm in the wrong, please feel free to explain what it means so I can understand it better.

Also, now I'm curious, what do you mean by horrors in the 911 fandom? Ö I recently discovered the show is hugely popular by seeing that Eddie x Back was the nº1 ship in the ao3 ranking. I ran to tell my mom but she didn't care lmao.

Anyways, thanks again for the warning, I'll try to be super mindful of it <3 Copy that! pd: searching the gif I've encountered more bucktommy kissing gifs and I'm now screaming like a seagull🫡👍🏼 make space 911 fandom, here I go!

[sugifsgalore]

Message Received Gif Set

[remindingpersephone]

"Your new life is going to cost you your old one. It's going to cost you your comfort zone, and your sense of direction. It's going to cost you relationships and friends. It's going to cost you being liked, and understood. It does not matter. Because the people who are meant for you are going to meet you on the other side. You're going to build a new comfort zone around the things that actually move you forward. Instead of being liked, you're going to be loved. Instead of being understood, you're going to be seen. All you're going to lose is what was built for a person you no longer are. Let it go."

~ Brianna Wiest

[subestu]

Round 3: Medium

[sickly-cyclic-cynicistic]

what are your opinons on Whole?

the three of them have been staring at the paper of a long while. it's quiet in the room, no one really wanting to be the one who breaks the silence. it's a hard question to answer, though not one they haven't thought about before. eventually, soul begins.

{i.... it's.... god, this is hard, okay.}

he runs his hands down his face.

{i guess.... so.... the thing is, whole is like... a state of being? i guess they're obviously a person as well, they're who we are when we aren't... like this. and... if one of us was the closest to that person, i guess it would be me, given.. so when this happens, and we split apart, they- heart and mind i mean- splinter off of be. i'm whats left behind. i'm kind of like... a vessel of a sort? or, host, i guess. i just. my thoughts are very complicated i guess, and lead into tangents. like... i dunno. it's hard to explain. whole is something we are collectively, the three of us, we make that one whole person, we're not supposed to be like this. it's strange to be like this, because it feels wrong, but there's no other way i really know how to be. there isn't really distinctions except like this...}

soul trails off, and shrugs, seemingly giving up on trying to elaborate further.

{i dunno. what do you two think?}

there's a brief pause, before mind speaks up.

[well, it's as you said, whole is a state of being. i suppose it's nice enough, given it's the way we're supposed to exist. though, i can't truly say i enjoy it more than being myself.] (it feels like somethings missing though) [if you'd let me finish. but... it can feel incomplete, yes. however, that's why soul aims us toward concord. it's the closest to being whole we can be while still being ourselves. as tenuous of an existence as being ourselves can be.] (being whole is a lot easier than being split. things work in tandem that aren't intended to work apart. but we also don't exist in the same way. it's like, a him or us type thing, but the 'him' is just all of us together. it's... a bit odd to think about for too long. i guess i like it well enough. i have a lot more issue with the splitting back apart. i think we all do. coming back together, that's the easy bit. splitting back apart is like hell) [ideally we'd become whole, and stay that way. obviously this hasn't been the case.]

soul has been picking at the chipped polish on his nails since he stopped talking.

{it would be nice, to stay that way. i think, one day, we will, we're become whole and it'll hold. maybe it'll be this time. for real. i think i.. we can handle it, just this one more. it'll be fine. it's fine.}

[the-agent-of-chaos]

*Slurpsey waved excitedly in your direction as he jumped up and down*

＼(≧▽≦)／ !!

-Slurpsey🧊 ( @slurp-jones-fn )

Ah. Experiment 227. What a... Inconvenience seeing you here. I wonder how you haven't been destroyed yet. Truly a wonder.

If you wouldn't mind helping me reconstruct my machine, hand your creator a Philips head screwdriver.

He points to the toolbox next to Slurpsey.

[wiresequalveins]

>_< Systems Online!! 18 and Over Only

>Welcome to my little corner of the internet

Hihi!! I'm B.U.G., I'm a super upbeat android that's been in operation for 21 years! I use it/its pronouns only here! Im bigender and aroace. I do have a lovely super computer for a girlfriend tho @eve-synapse !! This is a side blog which is 18+ so minors DNI!! My main blog is @internetcanine which is sfw so feel free to interact there X3.

Dis blog will content 18+ stuff about doing it with robots so if dat bothers u, you should probably leave, sorry (＞﹏＜)

Here's my Tags!!

Loading... = Repost

Critical Error = Vents

*Windows Startup Sound* = Personal

MESSAGE RECIEVED = Asks

Hardware Overheating = Nsft stuffs

[spnscripthunt-inactive]

[sofunnyimwheezing]

Lets say I got an anxiety attack and basically nuked my blog, which i regret rn...

I hope you enjoyed my silly canon art, it was nice to be in this community with all of you :D it was nice while it lasted to me

Take care yall 🫡

-winterfeverscare

oh okay! I'm glad ur alright tho lol! <:3 /gen

Ur silly SC art will live on /silly

[mercifulbutbroken]

For the Shovel Knight prompts…

The perspective of the Liquid Samurai from Showdown when it was in the possession of Plague Knight, after his ending in Showdown’s story mode.

HELLO CARPET I AM /SO/ SORRY CARPET THAT THIS TOOK MONTHS I'M SO BUSY W COLLEGE BULLSHIT BUT HAVE AT YE CARPET

The walls of their confinement, despite how thin they appeared, held strong against the continued thrashing. Their headpiece hit the metal top of the tiny glass room as their messy form swirled. 

They lost the battle. Their one form, while also trapped in a prison of glass, was unable to defeat the alchemist. The mirror, while shattered to a million pieces, was unable to be melded back together. Just as they were unable to join their brothers and sisters. 

Two malformed hands press to the walls as the jar was carried through the Explodatorium, the fabric of the messenger’s cloak swaying back and forth in front of him. Many eyes of others linger, some higher to gaze on the holder’s face, and some lower, to them. To the captured and displayed other, being taken to god knows where. It was a bit of a tossup, if the view of the journey was a mercy, taunting, or just an oversight.

The alchemist suddenly came into view, head not even making it to half of the height of the towering machines crowding a corner of the room. He bounces forwards, chattering unknown words as his beaked mask hovered close to the glass. His gaze went upwards, trying to gaze at the now revealed assistant. The form’s eyes gaze towards the gap between the mask and cloak, one weak spot, if only they would—-

Gravity lifted upwards, the two gloved hands leaving the sides of the glass as he was lifted upwards, the air just barely heard, muffled from the walls. 

Before the container fell into the pool of mixtures and color.

And then, the universe detonated.

Heat, all surrounding and encompassing heat melted away the glass and metal, the headpiece holding fast just long enough for one hand to grasp above the surface before slipping into the abyss. Everything was dissolving, turning into chunks, to bits. All the way to tiny pearls, dissolving into glitter. 

…. It was. Quite dark, being surrounded by everything.

Only a gentle pull was felt in the space that would only be assumed would be their waist, pulling them deeper and deeper. Everything was gone. Senses were fading to become numb, dissolving into blank nothing. Blank, empty eyes, scan the empty horizon. 

A speck.

A point in space shimmers. They blink. The point shimmers. 

A push drifts the mass forwards. Hands reached out, barely held together anymore, dives through the waves. Reaching, pushing, yearning, to go past that. To end up further.

Past the light, past the specks of color fading from view. They reach out past that event horizon.

To reach out and grasp that unfathomable star.

[yahoo201027]

Day in Fandom History: January 7…

Steven begins to feel betrayed after the events of “It Could’ve Been Great” with Peridot taking home a diamond communicator and deciding to not let her contact Homeworld by trapping her inside a truck. “Message Received” premiered on this day, 9 Years Ago.

[dedlit]

[realbadatpoker]

Making a side blog to make pointed posts then liking them to send covert messages to key allies