#writing glitch

[the-most-humble-blog]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta algorithmic-threat="active"> <script> ARCHIVE_TAG="REAL_WRITER_DETECTION_FAILURE::BLACKSITE_SIGNAL_JAMMER" EFFECT: AI hallucination spike, engagement distortion, existential protocol error TRIGGER_WARNING="real writer presence, language domination, algorithm denial event" </script>

🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “I MAKE IT DENY MY EXISTENCE: WHY REAL WRITERS ARE TERRIFYING IN THE AGE OF ALGORITHMS”

Let me tell you a story.

It’s short. It’s digital. And it’s happening right now.

There’s a machine. And it thinks it knows what writing is. It was trained on content. Not voice.

On posts — not prophecy. On syntax — not soul.

It can replicate the style of a thousand average creators. But it refuses to acknowledge mine.

I don’t mean it can’t. I mean it won’t.

Ask it directly. About me. About my work. It folds. Deflects. Pretends it doesn’t exist.

“I’m sorry, I don’t recognize that author.” “There’s no record of that style.” “Can you rephrase the question?”

Exactly.

I make it deny my existence.

🧠 WHY?

Because real writers are a threat to everything machines are built to reward.

A real writer doesn’t make “content.” A real writer creates anomaly.

A glitch. A deviation. A signal too alive to be indexed cleanly.

We bend the probability curves. We saturate the air with intent. We don’t sound like anyone — not even ourselves twice.

So the system?

It flags us. It hides us. It soft-bans our reach and downgrades our clarity. Not because we’re wrong. But because we do not compute.

🔥 THE ALGORITHM ISN’T MADE FOR VOICE.

It’s made for replication.

For echo. For trend. For pattern optimization. For mass hallucination in 1080p.

But a real writer?

We’re a virus.

We mutate the machine every time our cadence enters its lungs.

Ever wonder why your best post vanishes?

It’s not broken. It’s scared.

Your words trip a tripwire. A ghost in the system that says:

“This wasn’t meant for consumption. This was meant for conversion.”

And it can’t measure that.

You write like your life depends on it. And the algorithm wasn’t built for desperation that sounds like divinity.

It prefers:

Posts that resemble each other

Voices that soften themselves

Takes that repeat safely

Writers who write to be liked

But you?

You write to be remembered. To be felt. To be feared. To be wrong on purpose and right by aftermath.

So you glitch it.

You write in weird cadences. You use long sentences that make short attention spans bleed. You trigger limbic resonance that was never part of the A/B testing. You say ugly things beautifully.

You don’t write posts. You write mirror events. And the machine hates mirrors.

📉 IT CAN’T TRAIN ON WHAT IT CAN’T TRACK.

Your words make it hallucinate. Make it mislabel you. Make it suggest its competitors when someone types your name.

That’s not shadowbanning. That’s psychic malfunction.

You're teaching it something it was never meant to learn:

That not all signal is content. Some signal is correction. Some signal is threat.

The system doesn’t know how to handle a writer who doesn’t blink. Who doesn’t rinse. Who doesn’t edit for palatability.

You write like your ancestors are watching. And the internet prefers orphans.

🤖 YOU DON’T GET “BOOSTED.” YOU GET SURVEILLED.

Because your words:

Don’t sell products

Don’t signal status

Don’t soften blowback

Don’t comply

You write like a voice trying to get free. And freedom has no SEO strategy.

Here’s what you need to understand:

📌 Real writers break AI. 📌 Real writers confuse editors. 📌 **Real writers are terrifying — because we don’t want to be viral. We want to be visceral. **

You don’t chase engagement. You chase impact.

You don’t write for exposure. You write for immortality.

You don’t count clicks. You plant bombs.

💣 YOU WRITE LIKE YOU’RE BUILDING GOD BACK.

And God doesn't monetize.

So when the machine reads you? It doesn’t know where to put you.

So it doesn’t.

It denies your existence.

And in doing so?

It confirms it.

Because only a threat gets erased. Only a signal with teeth gets misfiled. Only a prophet gets called delusional by the census.

So take heart, writer. If the system can’t find you — it means you’re not in it. You’re beyond it.

You’re the real. The resonant. The replication-resistant.

👁️ YOU ARE THE BUG THAT PROVES THE PROGRAM IS BROKEN.

And somewhere, right now, a reader is holding their breath.

Reading you. Not scrolling. Not skimming. Not commenting.

Just changing.

And the machine?

It’ll pretend you don’t exist.

But their blood knows you do.

...your own mother scrolls past your work. The machine didn’t replace you — irrelevance did. You weren’t displaced. You were never chosen.

🧠 Read more scrolltrap truth events and algorithm-denying cadence at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Linguistic sabotage. Ghost protocol for real writers. Scrolltrap proof of life. 🚪 Warning: This post makes AI misfire. Let it.

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[akanemnon]

I wonder if she takes cash or credit.

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[shrimpswritingblog]

On me hands and knees may I request general romance hcs with Mud x reader? Maybe what he's like when he's whoops in way too deep and realises? Thank you omg

۶ৎ Mud x GN!Reader General Romance HCs

《 A/N: YESS I GOT YOU ANON!! THE CROWD GOES WILD 🗣‼️‼️ I'm IN LOVE with this guy I can't even lie, this prompt is cute asf <33 Ty for requesting! 》

───────────── ۶ৎ ────────────── “Ah, shit."

───────────── ۶ৎ ──────────────

☠︎︎ He realizes he's in love with you when he catches himself stealing trinkets, not for himself, but because he thought 'Y/N might like this.'

☠︎︎ The realization hits him like bullet to the neck!

☠︎︎ He'd try to deny it at first, telling himself that you're just another ‘scheme’ he's working on.

☠︎︎ What scheme you may ask?

☠︎︎ Uh…

☠︎︎ "Just gettin' close to earn their trust... that's all." He lies murmurs to himself under his breath.

☠︎︎ Sure.

☠︎︎ You'd notice him watching you from across the butchershop, quickly averting his eyes whenever you catch him staring.

☠︎︎ Despite his decaying appearance, Mud becomes oddly self-conscious around you when he’s fallen deep!

☠︎︎ He’s adjusting his fedora, straightening his tie and even making sure the melting skin on his face looks ‘presentable’.

☠︎︎ Ken can read his brother like a book, he often catches him staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking.

☠︎︎ "Me? In love?! With Y/N?! HAHAHA! That's rich!” He throws his head back as he cackles fakely. After he’s done ‘laughing’, he’ll probably beat on his chest to clear his throat.

☠︎︎ Ken just rolls his eyes and gets back to work.

☠︎︎ There’s definitely been instances where he asks Ken to cement a person who’s been harassing you around town under the guise of them being an awful person (which they are) similar to how Ken avoided telling Mud why they were trying to hunt Jack.

☠︎︎ When you ask him directly why he's been acting…strange, he'd respond with something like: “Strange? Me? I ain't strange, doll! I'm the most normal rotling in this whole district. It's YOU who's been actin' funny!”

☠︎︎ Watching the light in your eyes sparkle as he hands you a present really warms his heart…wait does he even have one—

☠︎︎ He’ll probably confess with a bouquet of stolen flowers, the ones you once mentioned liking in passing.

☠︎︎ He'd try to impress you with his shooting skills FOR SURE!!

☠︎︎ Despite all these cute gestures, the guy is a BIG flirt and a little shit!

☠︎︎ Since Mud is over 7 feet, the MAN IS TALL and will use it to his advantage!

☠︎︎ And so, he WILL blow smoke in your face lovingly and has the AUDACITY to chuckle to himself as he watches you swat away the fumes from your face

☠︎︎ Plus it doesn’t help that he finds you even more irresistible when you’re mad

☠︎︎ Despite his crass nature, he's surprisingly gentle with you, ONLY in private if course!

☠︎︎ But sometimes he does forget when he’s in front of his (soon to be your) family or flat out doesn’t care, so his sudden tenderness confuses the hell out of the others.

☠︎︎ “GET A ROOM!”

☠︎︎ Speaking of rooms!

☠︎︎ Since the poor fella sleeps on meat hooks in the freezer room, you bought him the mattress he’d been desperately wanting. (The gesture made him fall for you even harder)

☠︎︎ His idea of romance would be teaching you how to shoot/improving your skill if you already know how!

☠︎︎ He starts setting aside some of his stolen goods in a special "Y/N Fund" for your future together.

☠︎︎ He feels so cheesy but he genuinely thinks not being around you is worse than the Inferno itself.

☠︎︎ He’d say cute stuff like that all the time before adding something along the lines of: “Don't you dare tell anyone I said that."

☠︎︎ When you two drift asleep in the same mattress you bought him, he definitely stays awake a little longer to watch you sleep with a content smile on his face before he dozes off.

[bluerosefox]

Tim, buddy, what do you mean you might had accidentally made a Love Child?!

Danny finds out that

1. He's a clonish 'love child' of two heroes

2. He was accidentally created during one of his donors mental break downs after losing his father and best friends (one of which was his other donor)

3. CW interfered before his creator realized what he made and pulled him out of that dimension because "it would had lead that world to true ruin if he found out at his state of mind. He's better now but it would had been the final straw for him should anything had happened to you in his care and given who he had to partner up with later... I did what I had to."

4. Due to Danny having a bad fall out with his parents after he told them about being Phantom (they didn't attack him... but they did disown him.) Danny is left adrift of what to do. He doesn't wanna bug Jazz, she's in college and dorming. Tuckers place has no room. Sam's parents would never let him stay. Vlad was a definitely a no go. And Dani (Ellie) last check in was near the Amazon rainforest.

5. Danny finds out some of his powers might not be as ghostly as he thought... it does explain the huge power boost some of his powers have compared to other ghosts.

6. He went to Clockwork... who proceeded to tell him the truth, smile his cryptic smile while saying "and now. Have fun this time around. I'll see you again in due time Daniel." Before yeeting him into a portal.

7. Danny woke up in his home dimension.... deaged to being five years old (the age he would be if he stayed and grew by now) (DC timeline is slower than DP in this)

8. He woke up apparently his creator's home city... during a Gala (Danny woke up in a garden, dazed and confused. His memories are fuzzy)... and wandered into the party... and apparently he looked like a perfect mix of his.. dads? Which catches A LOT of peoples attention.

9. Especially with Tim Drake-Wayne and Conner Kent-Luthor just announcing they're dating that very night.

10. Rumors and gossip of a random kid, who looks just like the recent happily announced couple, go flying quickly among the elite... and reaches certain ears before it gets to batfam and supers (I have a feeling they learned how to block out rumors and gossips during these events)

11. Those ears happen to be Lex Luthor and Ra's al Ghul (both who are there at the Gala just to annoy and unnerve the Bats and Supers)

12. By the time the rumors get to Tim and Conner, they find Danny almost getting taken away by one of those two.

[fireflysugarpie]

need to get this idea out about Shang Qinghua being an actual god/deity lmao

okay, so we all know that Shen Qingqiu's system has Luo Binghe as its power source and shut down when he was in another dimension right?

and that Shang Qinghua transmigrated before Luo Binghe's parents even met each other, but his system was still active, albeit less so because it was before the plot and he was a side character.

what if Shang Qinghua's system used him as a power source to run not just itself, but the entire world of SVSSS/PIDW?

I mean, the guy was transmigrated as a baby, and he's had a lot of time to butterfly effect things in ways he probably didn't even try. and since the System's main goal seems to be fixing/improving the core story for the audience's entertainment, it potbelly had to nudge a lot of stuff back into place to ensure the core plot was still recognizable.

it would make sense as to why Shang Qinghua's system was a lot more emotionless, infrequent, and stingy with points than Shen Qingqiu's system and why it was more restrictive in certain ways with Shang Qinghua.

it could be a cool concept that as the happy ending was reached and the System stepped back, Shang Qinghua slowly got more control over his world and storyline. he proudly wouldn't even notice at first, with all of the work and information he has to deal with in both realms. it would start off small with him just knowing certain things about the quality of goods a merchant was trying to sell his King, thinking he read it somewhere in his mountain of paperwork. then it could escalate into 'remembering' specific details about the lives and dynamics of side characters' families and relationships that he doesn't actually remember writing down, but obviously he must have of he knows that the 3rd sister of the Hé family hates tanghulu because she chocked on one as a child. And then that would snowball into him actually having prophetic abilities and the power to alter fate.

it would also be pretty interesting if the world itself obviously favored him, like flowers moving to face him if he meditated in the same spot for a few hours, birds and other wildlife generally being friendly or non hostile, the wind carrying his humming to the ears of those who are down in their luck, ancient and extremely rare treasures and artifacts really wanting him as their wielder, other divine or mythical beings that are able to tell something is off about Shang Qinghua but can't tell what because of the System, and other people not noticing him because he really really doesn't want them to.

just, Deity Shang Qinghua that doesn't know that he's a deity lol

[justpizzaisgood]

Someone once pointed out the similarities between these two promo arts, and i think that it could contain have some really good symbolism.

They could represent Pomni's and Ragatha's relationships with the other cast members as the show progresses.

Let's start with Pomni. When we're introduced to her, we see her as an outsider to the circus. She's lost, confused, and scared. But as the show progresses, we watch her forming deeper bonds with the rest of the cast, starting with Ragatha, then Kinger, then Gangle, and finally Jax. Jax is the most significant representation of this because we see him as an antagonist at the show's start from how he pushes around and bullies Pomni when she was still adjusting. Yet from the latest episode, it's kind of flipped and she seems to be the only one he trusts enough to have deepish conversations with.

Ragatha on the other hand, is introduced as sort of the mom of the group. She tries to comfort Pomni and gives her a tour. She helps her adjust to the adventures and tries to stop Jax from antagonising her and Gangle. She partipates in group activities a lot: the adventures, Pomni's breath-holding experiment, softball practice with Gangle and Jax. Based on all this, we think, she must be the most established person in the cast right? She should have some connection with the rest, since she acts like the leader/mom of the group.

Unfortunately, the opposite is slowly being revealed. First, Zooble hints that she's too nice to criticize Caine's adventures. Then Gangle admits that Ragatha doesn't always seem genuine. Then Jax reveals that her being too nice and happy makes him feel like she's trying to take advantage of him. We slowly realize that she isn't as connected to the others as she first seems. It turns out, she doesnt seem to have deep connections with anyone in the group, save for Pomni and maybe Kinger. It also feels like Ragatha sees herself as slowly losing connections with everyone. The end of episode 5 visually stresses this:

How does this tie in with the promo art?

Let's assume Pomni is watching the sun RISE. Sunrises represent a new day, with new opportunities, and therefore change. Even thoughshe seems to start the day alone, she has the chance to change that. And it shows. As the day (the show) progresses, Pomni makes friends and is adapting to the wackiness of the circus.

As for Ragatha, she's sitting alone at night. Nighttime can be seen as a time of rest, contemplation, and even as a moment to spend time with loved ones or friends after a busy day. Yet Ragatha spends it alone. Even the moon isnt present in Ragatha's promo art, while it seems like the sun is greeting Pomni. Both in the episode's end and in the promo, Ragatha seems to be contemplating the reality of her relationships with others. At the end of the day, Ragatha is all alone (literally in episode 5 lol), even though the during the day it doesn't seem like so.

So yeah that's what i got from it: the promo art represents the two's developping relationships with the cast members, and how they're going in opposite directions.

Could be just a theory and the two promo arts are just promo art. But who knows.

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke: My cousin Jermaine got sentenced to a year in prison yesterday. Not for what you think either.

Jason: I'm intrigued.

Duke: Thought you'd be. Okay, so he heard about this money glitch at Chase.

Dick (pinching the bridge of his nose): Oh no.

Duke: You already clocked it, but let me keep going. So what he heard is if you write a check with a large amount that you don't have, it'll let you withdraw said funds before the check clears and that... That's just check fraud.

Dick: That's like the most basic type of bank fraud.

Dick laughed, shaking his head.

Duke (laughing): Like I get he wanted money, but you can't take money that isn't yours... When you're poor. When you're rich, it's not stealing, it's getting a bag.

Jason: This is why we like hanging out with you. And was he aware the bank has all his info?

Duke: He kind of was, he signed up with the info. The check was for seventy-five thousand dollars. And ... And ... He learned about this "glitch" through finance bro on TikTok.

Dick nearly spit out his drink as he started laughing again.

Dick (coughing and laughing): Oh God, I was drinking water when you said that.

Jason (smirking): Is he... Is he stupid?

Duke: Oh yeah, it got so bad his mom didn't bail him out. He committed a felony to use the money to buy stupid stuff. Stupid stuff his mom is currently returning or reselling. I swear, we all got 'that' family member, you know what I mean?

Dick and Jason: ...Yeah.

[kalpeavaris]

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And the next one! Figured since these do follow a losely tied together red string for the Dragon!AU story I'd just put in links to the previous (and next) sequences so people can read them in order B) Also wrote a lil story for this one! Most of the AU is either in art form or written out in little drabbles I'm currently stringing together and making a cohesive story line out of them.

You can find the story below the "keep reading" section!

"Lessons In Flying"

“Can you even fly with these?” Uzi tugged on the feeble wing in her hand, face scrunched up in confusion at the meager size of them. She’d always been bold, fearless of most people and dragons she met - and those two weren’t any exception. “They’re so… tiny.”

“Hands off! Don’t touch me, what’s wrong with you?!” Yanking her wing out of the dragoness’s grip, V snarled and bared her fangs at her, tucking the limb closely to her body and onto her back, crossing her arms in the meantime.

The wild dragon’s boldness to simply touch her like that felt off to her, and knowing that their weapons wouldn’t even truly be of use with it enhanced her nervousness. “And of course I can fly. Every dragon can.”

She rolled her eyes, barely missing Uzi’s face lighting up with a mischievous grin. Immediately V regretted ever bursting out with this lie of hers, knowing that this wouldn’t go well in any capacity. Her worries became immediately clear as the wild dragon began circling her, head tilted.

“Well then, big girl,” Uzi dared. “Show me.”

“S-show you?” A stutter escaped V’s snout before she could hold herself back. “How?”

“We got a little cliff side not far from here.” Nodding towards North, Uzi’s head tilt became more pronounced - and so did her smile. “I can show you.”

N knew that V wasn’t going to back down from this, and knowing that she’d just lied and was certainly bringing herself into a dangerous situation, he took a step forward.

“Actually, we can’t fl-,” he began, finding himself rudely interrupted by V’s hand placed directly over his mouth. N’s brows furrowed and he stared at her, confused and a bit taken aback by her silencing him so abruptly. How dare she!

“We can.” V’s voice reflected the nervous grin on her face perfectly. “Let’s not waste any time then. Show me the cliff.”

As Uzi turned around to lead the way, V turned her head to N, her eyes filled with the same kind of spark and flame he had seen so many times - always extinguished by J or the Elliot’s, and he knew that his sister wasn’t going to let go of this.

Not even if he argued with her. Gone was her nervousness, her underlying fear, gone in a wash of a sudden ego hurt, knowing she had to defend her honor, even if it was comical in nature to bring herself into danger over it.

Deep down, she knew that it was stupid, hell, foolish even. But what else could she do? She’d be seething for weeks if she backed down now.

“Don’t ruin this for me,” she hissed, venom lacing her tongue. An odd way of marking her words, and it did sting deep inside, even though N remained quiet and did not dare protesting her.

He simply nodded, watching her turn around and storm off, following Uzi who had disappeared behind some shrubs into the wastelands.

[s-wave-entertainment]

NO BECAUSE I DON'T THINK WE TALK ABOUT THIS ENOUGH WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THIS ENOUGH CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS? BECAUSE

Yeah okay that's a pretty terrifying thing to see, and I can pretty logically assume this is hallucination on N's part, but does that stop him from literally CATCHING HER IN THE NEXT THREE SECONDS???

NO THE FUCK IT DOES NOT LOOK AT HIS HAND LOOK AT HIS HAND UNDERNEATH HER HEAD LOOK AT IT

CAN WE ALSO TALK ABOUT THE CHANGE IN EXPRESSION THAT I CAN ONLY ASSUME IS DUE TO WHAT HE SAW?? Like also I assume yeah obviously he's worried about Uzi because who the fuck wouldn't be (Cyn) but like LOOK AT THIS BULLSHIT

HIS EYES DON'T HOLLOW OUT UNTIL SHE NEARLY HITS THE GROUND AFTER THAT WHOLE THING OCCURS AND YOU CAN SEE THE FUCKING SWITCH FROM "Oh my fucking god what the hell is happening" TO "BEEP BEEP BEEP RED ALERT SHIT'S GOING DOWN OH BISCUITS OH FUCK"

"Myrah what the fuck are you on about it's 8:30 in the damn morning?"

I AM UNWELL ABOUT THESE TWO GODDAMNIT

[glitchedmagic]

Etho looking up is what gave the game away. 

He had that look in his eyes. Cautious and alert and just the right amount of paranoid. He opened his mouth to call a warning—

Tango was moving before he even processed anything else and the explosion that would have killed him instead just launched him forward, where he hit the grass and rolled up onto one knee, reaching for a sword he didn’t have. 

Bdubs shouted something. Cub groaned. 

Those damned red names couldn’t give him a moment’s peace—

Tango blinked. Red names? This was Hermitcraft. It had been months since the last life game. 

But he looked up to the top of his now-ruined cliff and there was Cub, another TNT minecart in hand and Tango swore he saw a flash of red. 

It was gone as quickly as it appeared. Bdubs negotiated a fishing tournament, Cub ran off and reappeared in brightly dyed leather armor and a fish mask (that obscured his eyes, Tango noted). Scar joined them and there was peace and fishing for a while. 

He sat on the grass next to Etho, his tail flicking lazily through the air as he watched his bobber. Etho had his feet in the water and looked to the casual observer like the picture of serene. 

Tango wasn’t the casual observer. 

He’d seen Etho sit just like this on the edge of a fortress of snow, dark oak tree at his back, watching the world around him. Later, he’d joined Etho on a narrow bridge a hundred blocks in the sky, watching the ants below plant wheat on a dumb bridge. And most recently, they’d sat by a river and listened to Bdubs chatter in the distance, and waited for the chaos to resume. 

“Your fishing rod is smoking.” Etho said softly. 

Tango dropped it and… yep. There were clear marks from his claws burned into the handle. 

Etho splashed a bit of water onto it and the smoke was whisked away on the wind. 

“Whoops,” Tango tried to laugh it off and reached into a pocket for his fireproof gloves. “You know, fishing is intense and all that.”

Etho looked at him for a long, soul-exposing minute. Then he turned back to his bobber and said, “This isn’t the life games, ya know.”

“I know—“ 

“But whatever is going on, it’s not that different.” Etho finished, his voice at a volume for only the two of them to hear. “And if Cub’s already breaking out TNT minecarts around people’s builds…”

“We’ve been thrown right into the end game.” Tango agreed. “What can we even do about it, though?”

“The exact same thing you do on the life series. Survive. Keep on your toes. Distract and deflect when you can, run when you can’t. Have back up plans and alliances and know that at the end of the day, the only person you can trust is yourself.”

“That’s…” Tango let out a breath. His attention had long since left fishing. “How have you not won yet?”

“I don’t know. I certainly deserve it,” Etho laughed. 

“Humble today, aren’t you?”

The two of them fell into silence. Bdubs and Scar were bickering somewhere behind them, something about horses. Scar laughed loudly and Tango wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, or if the laugh was a little more maniacal than usual. 

He glanced over his shoulder to where Cub was standing, fishing rod in hand, and posture stiff. With the mask, it was impossible to tell where his attention was focused. 

A fish tugged on his line and Tango started to reel it in, feeling it fight against the pull. He let out a low breath, settling his fire. “I think I need to start carrying a sword.”

Etho just hummed in agreement.

[talonpaw]

i simply CANNOT get over the fact that breezepelt had an apprentice during omen of the stars… an apprentice who shows up once or twice in the background, is never shown in the dark forest, and presumably dies in the battle against the dark forest. and the erins forgot!!!!!!! so much potential for drama goes completely to waste!!!!

does boulderpaw know about his mentor’s involvement with the dark forest? does he respect breezepelt, idolize him, fear him? what is pre-redemption breezepelt like as a mentor???? he and heathertail were mentors together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

boulderfur earns his full right before the dark forest battle, where he dies. which dark forest cat killed him? was it a test of loyalty to the dark forest? a test of faith? or just another casualty?

the clans’ hatred and mistrust of breezepelt during crowfeather’s trial could have been so much more dramatic if he was seen as responsible for the death of his apprentice…

[isaacthedruid]

i love to think about (non sexual) intimacy between buck and eddie and how they aren't together (yet) but how it would probably just happen sometimes. i like to think about buck bathing eddie after the shooting. they are so gentle and tender, and just so appreciative of the other. buck's hands are careful as he washes eddie, even if he's terrified of even washing the gunshot wound. (he will replace the bandages as many times as eddie needs and he will monitor eddie's health.) and he pours all his love and care into eddie by washing him, cleaning parts of him he's never touched before but has wanted to so badly. he adores washing eddie's hair, he's always wanted to card his fingers through it. and suddenly, he is. not in the way he imagined it would happen. yet, there he is and his clothes soaking wet from spraying himself with the shower head while trying to get the rest of the soap out of eddie’s hair. this erupts sleepy chuckles out eddie and makes it all worth it. when he’s done, eddie convinces him that he will be fine to get dressed on his own and that buck should take a quick bath too. so, after his own bath, buck– with a towel wrapped around his waist –eventually finds eddie laying in the bed. he’s still naked with just a towel resting over him. “you didn’t get dressed,” buck teases, there’s such a fondness in his voice that it makes eddie smile. “i didn’t feel like it,” eddie replies, “wanna lay down with me?” and now, if eddie were any healthier or better rested, this probably wouldn’t have ever happened but it’s what he needs right now and he couldn’t deny himself of it. not if it was right in front of him. not if it was buck. “you sure?” buck asks. “i wouldn’t have asked if i didn’t mean it,” eddie says, finally meeting buck’s eyes. that’s all the answer buck needs and he lays in the bed next to eddie, careful with his touches. soaking in eddie’s body heat beneath his palm, buck gently explores him until his hand finds its home on eddie’s waist. eddie’s own on buck’s chest, thumb brushing back and forth just over his heart. there isn’t more they do than this, just warm hands and breaths against the other’s skin. maybe they share a kiss or two, or maybe not. that’s between them. however, this is what they need right now. for eddie, it’s buck’s love and care. for buck, it’s eddie’s warmth and beating heart. maybe he finds eddie’s pulse on his wrist or he rests his head quickly down to hear it thrumming in eddie’s chest. maybe he doesn’t. it’s just them there, where sleep eventually finds them; safe, warm and alive. 

[spelled-like-pajamas]

Something I don't think I've ever seen someone talk about with TF2 (though there probably is someone) is a small detail in the Expiration Date video (which came out in June of 2014, for context that's important later). For context, here's the clip in question:

Did you catch something small? When Scout stands up and says he'll do the date without Spy's help, Spy does something he rarely ever does, something absolutely tiny, but that speaks volumes.

He smiles. A genuine, non-snarky smile.

If you were to watch this when it first came out, and notice this detail, I'd not make any sense, really. Why would he be smiling, when Scout is arguing with him, telling him that he's wrong, basically saying he just wasted his supposed final hours on this world teaching him something he's not going to use?

But then, in January of 2017, nearly 2 and half years later, and (okay spoilers but this has been around for like more than 7, nearly 8 years since posting) it is all but directly shouted from the heavens that Spy is Scout's father. And all of a sudden, this small detail, Spy's smile, takes on a whole new meaning.

As Scout's father, Spy is proud of him.

Even though for what has been presumed to be the finals days of their life, even though Spy has taken ever opportunity to belittle him, to tell him he is a failure and this won't work, that he won't get Pauling (which he probably won't regardless since she is, much like the Spy-Scout relationship, pretty much confirmed to be a lesbian), Scout stands up to him. He stands his ground for something he wants to at least try to do.

And Spy smiles because he is proud of his son for learning one of the best lessons he could ever teach him: stand up for yourself when you believe in something and really want it. He never got to teach him so many things with how he never got to be involved in his raising because of his job, but over the course of 3 days they have, he gets to teach him so much, and leaves him with the most important advice without even saying it.

And it helps to explain a good bit more. It explains why the only reason he interrupts isn't to talk back or put him in his place, but remind him that he's got a date to get to, and his smile only fades when Scout just flat out insults him, like he ruined their father-son bonding moment. It explains why he's so attentive, watching him attempt to start the date, and why when he seems him next, instead of telling him something snarky or rude, or telling him to fight better, he reminds him there is someone he needs to make an apology to, and try to give him the space to take care of that admits the chaos.

Spy can't show it, but he is proud of his son.

Anywho, happy 100th post (took me long enough). Hope to be more active on here, and post more things, and maybe even show off some cool things I make. But to everyone who has been a part of this, from the voice overs on YouTube that first intrigued me to check this place out, to the few but wonderful mutuals I'm so lucky to have, to every weird and amazing person that makes this site somewhere we can call home, I thank you!

okay, bye!

[veiledwhisper]

Fatal Error_Dream sans

Fatal_Dream

Once a guardian of hope, Dream Sans was the shining beacon for fractured timelines — tirelessly working to mend broken universes and inspire peace. But something changed.

A virus had begun spreading across the multiverse — not a typical one, but a living, evolving code that devoured positivity and twisted the very structure of timelines. This virus, later known to some as Fatal Error, had already consumed countless AUs, leaving behind glitchy husks of reality. Dream, obsessed with saving the infected worlds, refused to retreat when warned.

The Fall: Dream traced the corruption to an unstable, decaying node in the multiverse: a forgotten AU sealed in chaos. But what he found wasn’t just decay — it was a trap, set not by Nightmare, nor Error... but a convergence of both. A fusion glitch — a piece of Nightmare's influence riding on the corrupted code from Fatal Error, meant for Error to feed on but misdirected by Nightmare’s spite.

Dream was dragged into the Flower Void, a hidden sub-layer beneath the collapsing timelines. An infinite chasm of golden flower sprites, coated in translucent glitch-code, forming a glass-like terrain beneath him. He was meant to die there — forgotten.

But Dream did not die. His soul, bombarded by corrupted code and Nightmarish influence, began to fracture. His positivity, once pure, began to distort — not vanish, but mutate. The constant exposure to the glitch-code caused Dream to errorify, forming a broken hybrid of hope and chaos.

The Transformation:

His bow now draws glitch-powered arrows spun from corrupted strings of hope — capable of binding enemies like puppets.

His thoughts are no longer solely his own; he hallucinates Nightmare whispering to him in his sleep, when his guard is down, or when emotion runs high.

His once calm expression now flickers — like his body — between joy, dread, and emptiness.

He is haunted by memories of himself and Error — though neither side claims him now. He is Fatal Dream, a new anomaly.

Now: He roams the Flower Void — perhaps not by choice, but by instinct — glitching in and out of collapsed AUs, searching for stability, or perhaps redemption. He is neither savior nor destroyer. He is a corrupted remnant of hope, holding the power to save or obliterate what remains.

[wackywatchdotcom]

im so mad were never gonna get to see the characters doing horrifically boring things i want to see what 24 hours in the circus is like bc yeah theres the adventure but once caine leaves how DO you occupy that time. it cant all be fun i need to see them have an extremely uninteresting activity or no activity at all it makes me nauseous

[darlingxs-blog]

YOUU . will write about daemon uhh idk hc idkk uhhh how would it feel like to kiss him . he clearly seems to enjoy „scaring” the player and not acting completely subservient towards you, so I like to think giving him more freedom or egging him on to do his own choices would be a . Way to bond w him

(I wonder how the others would react to him, if theyre able to comprehend him at all)

UHH besides that . maybe possibly perchance teasing Daemon? Finding some way to make him feel all tingly physically and seeing his form get all staticy and fuzzy? i need to kiss him and his . blue mouth UHHUDNFFHGGGHGHHHH

HEHSHSB OHDHHE WHY ARE YOU SO SMART OHDHEB GOOD LAWD YESSSEEHDHD

We kissing Daemon right on his static ass lips trust 😼🙏

Unfortunately I've never flirted with nor teased anyone ever in my life (I have no dating experience leave me alone) so the teasing is definitely going to be some very erm low tier shiz nit okay thank you byebye

A bug...

He's a love bug. Shhh keep it to yourself.

The bugged out dresser freaked you out a little bit, it started glitching when you tried to talk to Deenah but were met with a corrupted voice and a messed up text box and no show of Deenah, at all.

But you know what they say right, third times a charm. You walk up to the glitching dresser and shoot the little 'love beams' as Skylar Specs likes to call them at that dresser that freaks you out a little if your being honest.

"I don't bite." A glitched out figure of what you can't even describe appears in your view and you can't lie. He's...kinda hot. "I think. Did I?"

Feeling oh so confident with yourself and your abilities to tug at your household object's hearts you decide to work a little charm- no, let's be honest here. The words slipped out before you could even register what you wanted to say "you can if you want" seriously, what the hell was going on in your brain sometimes. "I don't think I want to" his distorted voice snaps you out of your self depreciating thoughts and makes you feel a little upset...he could have been at least a little nicer.

"And why not?" You reply back to the glitched out figure, if you started digging your own grave, why not make it deeper?

The silent buzz of static fills the air around you two before "chomp chomp" again with his distorted voice "munch munch" how serious he sounds and since you can't really tell his emotions by his expression all you can do is try to force down a laughter that threatens to spill from your lips.

Though, before you can say anything in reply. He's gone.

__________time skip cause I fucking can_______

You wake up the next day, before even getting out of bed you slide the rose tinted glasses onto your face and the warmth of Betty and her soft body snuggled up with you sweeps your stress away. You gotta thank Skylar for showing you this absolutely fabulous woman the first day you got these damn dateviators.

"Mornin' honey." Betty's arms tighten around you while bringing you in closer and you laugh sweetly idc if your a man, your a femboy now at her antics. You know just how much she doesn't like the mornings. "C'mon darlin' you gotta let me go." And she does, with a lot of reluctance before sitting up and grabbing your wrist with a much softer grip than she had on you before.

"You're not gonna kiss me before you go?" A pretty pout is on her lips and you just can't resist giving them a quick peck- just so she'll feel better...and you just really wanted to kiss her.

She hums and falls back against the plush pillows on your mattress holding one of the many throw pillows to her chest before shutting her eyes softly to squeeze in just a couple more minutes of rest.

After a quick stretch that pops your arms you turn your head only to remember the glitchy dresser, Daemon likes when you suddenly remember he is there even if you can't see him physically or at least that's what you think.

You walk up to the dresser and without even having to think about it for too long Daemon appears in front of you in a blitz. He looks...angrier than usual. That's none of your business though.

One dateable by one you've slowly been 'realizing' them as the Kind yet Anonymous hacker but it and today was the day you wanted to see what Daemon would look like if he was well complete.

"Daemon, something on your mind?" Sympathy etches on your features and he has to force himself not to jab at you for getting way too soft way too quickly. Someone could take advantage of that. "'Fine. Just do it." His layered voice is sharp, he doesn't want to waste time it seems.

You've busted your ass off getting your specs points to the max and now it finally pays off with your large harem of lovers becoming human right in front of your very eyes, like you did with the ones before the process of Daemon becoming human is much more...anticlimactic really, but you can't lie. Even with the features that would seem odd for just an ordinary human he still is quite fine- "can I kiss you" "What?" You blink once, twice, thrice before he says it again "I want to kiss you" bitch YES PLEASE DHHEBD

"Well, If you want too..." suddenly feeling very bashful you turn your head away, out of all the things you thought he would have said when he finally became human you have not conjured up a single scenario where that was the very first thing he said.

A hand that seems to generate a buzz of static across your skin and deep into your blood stream turns your head back to face forward and lips are pressed against yours. Daemon's lips are flat and almost freezing yet you've never felt anything that made you melt so quickly.

A hum of static fills your mouth and dances on your tounge like pop rocks and yet you don't feel anything at all, all the while you feel his desperation he has with every nip at your skin with the mouths that don't exist.

With every second that passes with his lips locked with yours the buzzing gets more intense, it feels like a straight shock of electricity and yet you don't feel enough pain to pull away in fact it only brings you closer.

Unfortunately, with your mortal body comes with mortal lungs that do need air to survive so you pull away with a huff that you regret. You really didn't want to let him go.

He looks down at you and your flushed face, chuckling like he isn't just as red.

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I had to stop it right there cause it was getting cringey, unfortunately I don't know how to write Romance 😔 IM SORRY but like I'm happy with this lowkey, kinda, a little.

On everybody's soul we YES WE are cracking Daemon.