#I hope I didn't hurt anyone's feelings ;_;

[nonoqy]

i feel like i didn't really say anything publicly which makes me sound maybe too harsh at times but this is where i'm at. sorry i was too lazy to retype all of this so i'm just sharing screenies of my thoughts !

[coffeeshib]

Hi! I’ve recently visited your page again, after a longer tumblr break and saw your posts about people’s comments on your fics. It made me both sad and angry. Sad because they’ve managed to take away your joy for writing Supercorp and angry that people feel like they can type out any hurtful thought that goes through their head, for a thing that is absolutely free and made with so much passion and care. 😒🤬

For what it’s worth, I always loved the way you write both of them. AND the fact that you don’t ignore Kara’s trauma and struggles. “i’m spilling all my words (but you keep 'em to yourself)” will forever be one of my favorites. Thank you for the hours of joy and fun you have given us! I hope you know that for every entitled commenter there are ten times more people who love your works! 🫵🏻🤘🏻

ahh thank you so much, i appreciate this. i have to say, sc still has me by the neck, i do plan to finish that fic & maybe write some more but it won't be anytime soon. i had hoped that the fandom would calm down with the kara hate after the show ended but i was wrong, it still hasn't changed.

when you've been writing for sc for so long, the frustration builds up, & there have been many times where i felt like i needed to (& did) restrict myself when writing them. it stops being enjoyable when people are constantly calling kara 'stupid' & insult her in many different ways for not being the happy sunshine kara danvers who takes care of lena all the time.

personally i love reading & writing the reverse situation (lena who's being the patient loving one & also the shoulder for kara to lean on) because the show didn't give us enough of that. unfortunately, people don't respond well whenever kara is struggling with her issues & lena isn't the one who's being comforted.

i write what i like & that's what i'm always going to do, but this build up of frustration over the past years & always anticipating kara hate every fic/chapter killed the joy a lot.

i've seen some authors speak about this too & it's genuinely sad to see! people can like & dislike whatever but it's important to note that there are readers out there who don't realize that their personal feelings against kara also affect authors & their love for writing supercorp

[krys-loves-otome]

Stolen from Scummy's reblog because I wanted to do it too!

Note that most half-filled squares are ones that are technically true, but it's under specific circumstances and rules, will explain below

So, for now, some Blorbos from me:

-Intense in loves and passions (for Nobunaga, for MC once they get together, for trying to get Mitsuhide to take better care of himself, in his care for others, dude is just passionate for his loved ones!) -His love for Nobu and his interactions with Mitsuhide can get a little fruity, not gonna lie. -Technically orphan since we don't really hear much about his family aside from his poor upbringing and having to be a bum to get by until Nobu came into his life. Agas in discord has also told us about RL Hideyoshi and how much his mom loved Kennyo and I think that's funny to think about sometimes. -Frequently violent but only when it comes to protecting his loved ones. He thinks one of them is in trouble and the man will go feral trying to find a way to help them. Overall speaking, he's not particularly violent, I don't think though.

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-Nothing anyone says is gonna make me change my mind about this man being bisexual. Nope, not happening. -Technically a tragic backstory as he frequently does Team Oda's dirty work of spying and torture, but his tragic backstory is not quite to the extent that some other characters go through, like poverty, figure-headness, and killing a loved one.

-Technically frequently violent, but it's mostly in the pranks he pulls. Not ferally violent, in a sense. He's sneaky about his violent tendencies. You don't want to mess with his wife, after all. -Divorced? He's a double agent that always goes back to his ex (Team Oda).

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-Being an immortal vampire means you must have some complexities and that doesn't excuse you being fruity, monsieur. -Technically an orphan as I don't think we hear much about his birth family as we do Leonardo and Vlad. They're mentioned sometimes but no word on their current status as he tends to focus more on his found family. Until I get confirmed status, he's orphan status to me, thus why the creation of his found one. -Divorced from Vlad, duh.

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-Listen. Listen. Devon/batteryrose was onto something with shipping Nokto and Slivio. Plus, been thinking of finding ways of shipping my OC and him with Rio. Just something about Nokto and the Bentonite princes does something to my mind, okay?

-Technically an orphan after what happened to his and Licht's mom, plus the whole reason for the Belle procedure is because his dad died. Maybe it doesn't count because he was an adult when his dad died, but, technically speaking, both his parents are dead, so... -Murderer by technicality because of Blood-stained Roses Day (all the princes at the time were said to have participated, so, technically speaking). He also tried to poison some merchants for a business deal, so attempted murderer too, technically?

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-Have you seen this demon when his family is in danger (actual, perceived, or otherwise)? He will go absolutely bat-shit feral when his family is in danger! Once you're under his wings, nothing will stop him from going to the absolute limit and beyond for you.

-Technically divorced from the Celestial Realm because of Circumstances™️, not from a specific person.

-Also on a technicality, because of that... whole war with the Celestial Realm, so some angels were more than likely killed, right?

[solradguy]

Whenever I see someone being transphobic on twt in a bridget thread i reply with three pictures of my mains: ky kiske from ac+r, ky kiske from rev 2, and ky kiske from strive.

it self selects for people who actually play the game. it’s canon that he’ll fight off transphobes with the blade. and if they actually played guilty gear they’d get the underlining messages

While it can be really funny to bully these guys back, please keep in mind that nothing you can say or do to these people will hurt them or waste as much of their time as what they say will stick with you or waste your time. It might be funny to send them a bunch of Ky pictures, but what they're doing is laughing that the only response the people they hate can give them is sending a bunch of pictures of anime boys.

The only thing that works is blocking them. They've turned being an asshole into a recreational sport and getting any sort of response in return is a victory for them.

[butterflieswhisper]

hhelp wait this is so funny. didnt you follow me forever ago after a scott themed october song analysis . sorry if you dont remember that and this ask doesnt make sense but this is still funny to me

hi!!!! yeah. it was the cherri crane lives art i think and also where you made your flower husbands tag! I have never really interacted with fh outside of you (and like, seeing pretty fanart) but i am nonetheless deeply invested in your interpretation specifically!!! I honestly haven't watched jimmy outside of rats and the beginning of empires2 either i genuinely have no clue what they get up to you just seem to have a lot of fun with it

[abyssalhuntersnerd]

Something might be coming your way soon. And it's not her.

[captainderyn]

Dear mentor my cp2077 cravings are way beyond my compression and I need v being completely Injured/hurt and relying on judy / or judy humming pyramid song to v till she sleeps

Or if you wish for oc content it would be

> magic studying together or symbolism with flowers :D

_ no forcing here o7 If you don't wanna write em you can do as you wish

> GLITTER ANON

Glitter Anon!! You bring me so much joy every time you appear in my inbox <3 Always happy to provide some angsty V with Judy saving the day. Hope you enjoy!

TW for canon typical injury and canon typical swearing

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Dakota had been out of her goddamn mind sending V that gig and listing it as solo. Or maybe she'd misplaced her confidence in V as a merc, and V was just losing her edge.

Not that it mattered now, the data was sent to Dakota and the eddies were transferring into her account as far as V could tell from the static spiking across her vision and each beat of her heart sending shooting pain into her head.

Stupid netrunners with their stupid hidey-holes that were better than her netrunner hidey-holes. Despite throwing every hack she knew, straining her cyberdeck to the max while she dealt with the swarm of Raffen that had poured from the dark crevices of the 'abandoned' building like ants, she still hadn't managed to drop the 'runner before being hit by two or three hacks powerful enough to down a cyberpsycho.

Johnny's voice was ragged and tinny, like he was coming from a transmission with bad connection, as he pulled himself from whatever recess of his mind he hung out in.

"V, pull over."

She grunted as she hit another pothole, pain shooting through her entire body. It radiated enough that she couldn't even pinpoint where it was coming from anymore. She pulled one hand to clutch at her side as a jolt went through her.

"Gotta get back to Night City." She insisted.

Her emergency bag with stims was drained dry, her mind swimming from what was probably a higher than recommended dose of MaxDocs.

The gig had been too far to make it to the Aldacados' camp without needing to stop at one of the dodgy, gang ridden gas stations on the way. Too far out in the middle of nowhere to make it to Dakota's shop but just too shy of the borders of the city to make it easy for her.

Only option was the push through til she made it home and patched herself up. Anything else was too risky. Who knew who would sell her their help just to turn around and screw her over.

"V just pull over for a sec!" Johnny pushed again and she was about to snap at him again, turning her head like he'd be riding on a motorcycle alongside her, when she hit another bump.

Whatever injuries were hiding beneath raged in unison and her vision went dark around the edges, her body rebelling against consciousness and desperately trying to give into the innate urge to curl around itself.

Her already tenuous grip on her bike's handlebars faltered and within seconds the pavement was becoming acquainted with her body as she hit it hard, skidding to a stop as her bike charged into the barely-standing bus stop shelter at the edge of road.

V choked out a cough, spitting out red-tinged spit as she waited for the world to stop spinning and shaking.

"Get outta the road." Johnny snapped, scuffed black leather of his shoes stomping in front of her face as he materialized into a crouch, glaring at her from behind his aviators. "Gonna get turned to roadkill."

Pulling each breath in felt like hauling sandpaper down her throat into her lungs as V tried to catch the air that had been knocked out of her lungs. But she rolled over onto her side, then pushed herself into a seated position.

That alone felt like an accomplishment, especially with Johnny's nagging kick at the bottom of her boots until she'd shimmied all the way off the road. When her ass hit gravel she stopped, wrapping her arms around her knees and glaring at Johnny as heat that she really hoped was sweat slid down her face.

"Christ on a stick, you're pitiful." Johnny drawled, standing at her feet with his arms crossed over his chest, "Call your slam piece to come haul your sorry ass of the side of the road."

V scowled, fixing her eyes on her bike, smoking alongside the twisted metal that had been the rusted shelter. She hadn't been going that fast...had she? Everything was blurry.

"Even if you got that bike started, you won't make it a hundred feet." Johnny intercepted her plan, snapping his fingers. "What is her name, the one you make the hopeless puppy eyes at? I'm sure she'd take you in like the lost stray you are."

Feeling her glare on him, he tilted his aviators down to meet her look with raised brows. "You do it or I do it. I'm not dying again because the bitch-ass merc that I was unlucky enough to get stuck with let Raffen and pride kill her out in the Badlands."

Without breaking her glaring eye contact, V rang Judy. As the comm-line rang she stuck her tongue out at Johnny. He rolled his eyes and flipped her off. He flickered out of existence in front of her, just to re materialize leaning against the guardrail next to her.

"Someone has to look out for you." He groused. "You sure as shit won't."

Judy picked up on the third ring, her visual popping up in the corner of V's UI. Or what she could make out of it from the way her UI was glitching out.

"Hey V I was just thinking 'bout..." Judy's voice faltered, "V? The hell are you, what happened?"

V picked at the gravel in her palms, jammed between her skin and implants, wincing.

"Shit went sideways, wrecked my bike." She muttered, lifting her eyes to Johnny who gave an exaggerated 'yes and' gesture. She lowered her brows and he proceeded to make an even more exaggerated gesture.

He was impossible.

She cleared her throat, mouth like cotton, "Can you uh...actually, nevermind."

"Uh-huh, nevermind, what's your location I'm already on my way." There was a jangling like car keys.

But it was getting dark, and who knew what started to crawl around these parts when it was dark. She'd gotten herself into this mess and she could get herself out of it.

A force like a booted foot slammed into her side and V buckled, the sound that slipped from her choking out between a shriek and a sob. She heard Judy trying to ask her what was wrong, but her ears were ringing and the words were stuck in her mouth.

"Rancho Coronado, exit to the Badlands." Johnny supplied to V, standing over her with his arms crossed. Arrogant bastard. "Still think you can drag yourself back to H10?"

"Hnng, fuck, Rancho Coronado, by the old bus stop in the canyon." V choked out.

The minutes dragged as V hunched over herself, the world fading in and out around her. She was aware of Judy staying on the line with her, catching very little of the intense volley of what she could only imagine were heated curse words and the road noise of the van.

Then there it was, Judy's beat up blue van bouncing up the road in a cloud of dust. It groaned in protest as Judy threw it into park and was out before it had rocked backwards to a stop.

"V?" Judy's hands were blissfully warm against the chill that the temperate drop had leeched into V's skin. Judy tilted V's chin up and she forced her eyes open, "You still with me?"

God, she'd never been so happy to see someone, even if the thought of dragging Judy into her shit made her want to scream.

"Still here." V confirmed with a groan, a shudder wracking her, "Unfortunately."

Judy brushed her thumbs across V's cheekbones, lips pursing together, before she moved to slip an arm under V's arms.

"Let's get you to the van."

Moving felt like a monumental task, far too much of an undertaking. But if she didn't even try, then Judy would have to bear the brunt of her cyberware-heightened weight. And she'd already made Judy haul her dead weight from beneath the waters of the dam.

So V forced her legs beneath her and helped to stand with Judy's help, letting out a breath in a hoarse wheeze. Whatever edge the MaxDocs had taken off was wearing away, leaving sharp, ragged edges of pain spiking from various places on her body to mix with the general ache that was her existence right now.

Slopping into the passenger seat of Judy's car was a mercy on her body and she slouched, leaning her head back against the headrest with a whimper.

God, she was so tired of hurting. Hurting today, hurting whenever the Relic flared; her world had been one whole incessant hurt since taking that stupid heist with Jackie.

Then Judy was in the drivers seat, the van rumbling to life beneath them, and her hand was a gentle press on V's thigh.

"Do you need me to find a ripper?" And there was such matter-of-fact concern in Judy's voice, such a simplicity in the question, that V had to squeeze her eyes closed against the burn of tears and shake her head to work around the lump in her throat.

When was the last time she'd had someone care, somewhere there to haul her ass off the floor when shit hit the fan?

"Don't need a ripper." V rasped, "Nothing that can't be patched up at home."

Maybe she should get her cyberdeck checked out after the other netrunners' hits, but the static was starting to fade from her head to be replaced by bone deep exhaustion and hurt. If more issues popped up, she'd go bother Vik tomorrow.

If only to avoid landing on his doorstep in a pitiful state.

Again.

Judy put the van in drive, doing her best to avoid the potholes, her hand staying on V's leg. It was nice, comforting.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd had that either.

V leaned her head back against the headrest, eyes drifting closed, and let the ride pass by in a blur.

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By the time V made it up the stairs to Judy's apartment, even with her help, she was spent. The floor looked like a fantastic space to just let herself collapse and sleep off all of today.

But that would mean bleeding all over Judy's floor and Judy's grip on her was unwavering.

Instead she found herself in the dim light of the bathroom, gingerly peeling herself out of her clothes. Her jacket and pants rained gravel down in a pitter-patter on the tile and her tank top clung to her skin with a sticky solution of blood and wound.

Judy helped her peel that off too, giving a soft curse at the angry welts and road rash across her torso, back, and sides.

"At least you were wearing leather." Judy said with a shake of her head, "Otherwise I'd be scraping you off the road back there."

There was enough admonishment in her tone that V snorted out a laugh, then winced as her body punished her for it. Already a massive bruise mottled her skin from hip up her rib cage from where one of the netrunner's attacks had hit her hard enough that she fell from what she'd thought had been a hidden vantage point.

Which had led to her fighting her way out of the swarm.

She explained it all the Judy to fill the silence aside from the hiss of the shower, to keep herself from cussing and wincing as between the two of them they cleaned the gravel and blood from her skin.

V let herself drift in the feeling of safety, let herself disengage from the high alert she always seemed to be on. Judy's hands were gentle as she helped V smear a sharp-scented ointment on her road burn and bruises and helped wrap gauze around the worst of it.

Sitting on Judy's couch in a t-shirt two sizes too small and sweatpants that were a couple inches too short, V let her head drop down onto Judy's shoulder. Judy carded her fingers through V's hair without enough tenderness that V could've cried.

"Thank you for saving my ass back there." she murmured, the emotion she'd walled back seeping through a crack in her voice.

Judy leaned back on the couch, tugging V with her so that she was laying half on top of Judy. V relaxed into it, angling herself so that she wasn't laying on her worst side, and nestled her head into the crook between Judy's neck and shoulder.

This was far better than crawling back to her own apartment, nursing her wounds alone, and passing out in the bed cubby with the help of whatever would numb the pain enough to help her sleep. Judy's hand continuing to card through her hair was like a siren's song for sleep.

"I'm always going to come get you mi calabacita." Judy whispered against her hair, "You're not facing Night City on your own anymore."

[spring-lxcked]

no queue spoilers ( lmao ) but ooooooo i love writing bitchy mean william. i love when he drops the fucking persona and lets out his ugliest side. i love when he goes for the throat with his insults and verbal attacks but also reveals his own insecurities in the same breath. i mean, like, i hate him sm but i loooove writing him at his ( almost ) worst fkdhsfksadhlf

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

It's really no surprise I would end up here...

Addicted to a drxg to try to escape those feelings and thoughts that always linger...

I'm really a waste of everything. I'm worthless and I realize it more each day...

[autistic-beshelar]

this sure is a great commentary on how easy it is to do horrific things to people if you dehumanise them enough

[seithr]

rl chatterin in tags, dont worry about it just feel like talking about recent stuff. for those who dont care look at this birdthang i won on xiv then. my silly big bird..

[toygirljackal-archive]

Fuck I feel so dumb

[decidentia]

Looking at Odd Thomas and Kevin Khatchadourian as possible request-only muses...

[giantkillerjack]

Gods I'm so glad I have the power to draw stupid ridiculous things. I've had two ideas in the last week for art pieces that made me cackle like a little gremlin for 30 minutes. And already, my decision to follow through on these ideas has been a great success!

It is very important to feed the silliness gremlin!!! Ze offers gifts of happiness and naturally occurring self-improvement! Should ze wither from lack of food, so shall artistic motivation and the joy I find in my craft!

So you see, it is absolutely vital that the gremlin be allowed to thrive and grow on a steady supply of shitposts and profoundly ridiculous pornography.

This will, in turn, help with my depression - making this fake isekai cover as well as this very dumb video game porn I just made into Medical Necessities, Actually. 😌😤🤡

[athena-willowthorne]

been reading a lot of new pjo posts reviving the fandom after all the new releases and don't get me wrong I absolutely love seeing myself everyone fall in love with it all over again but I've just been feeling a bit off about some posts and I feel like I need to remind people that even though the fanbase stretches far into adulthood, a lot of the demographic is kids, and kids reacting to new interests or interacting with fan culture for the first time are going to make jokes or do things that are "cringe" or "unfunny". I get if what people are doing is harmful or problematic, but 13 year olds interacting with media in a new way shouldn't be shot down.

[lunacrescentmoon]

Road Trip P2

Part 2, with no more Outerkiller here, cause it made the creator uncomfortable. I didn’t know until reading the rules of writing for OSD, which hadn’t shown up in my feed until a little bit ago.

---A very fun and messy road trip---

Dream suddenly jolted as the van zoomed off, really startled at the noise. He let out a quack of fear, hiding under Cross and Horror’s wings. Horror’s wings were that floofy that they kind of melded with Cross’. Both of them turned to the duckling skeleton, smiling at one another as they knew what was happening.

But after the initial takeoff, it was smooth. Dream slowly came out, relaxing in the back seat as he saw the trees go by. It was mesmerising. Going by what felt so slow looking out the front window, yet so fast when looking out his own. It… made him feel kind of sick in a way… but it was worth it. However, after a bit, his head began to spin.

He curled up on his side, head resting in Horror’s lap, his eyes closed. Maybe that would help him. And it kind of did. Although, Horror’s petting also helped the headache. Cross put his hand on Dream’s side.. Only to be greeted by an angry snarl from a defensive rooster. The swan quickly recoiled, putting his hands on his lap. But Dream let out a quiet chirp.

“Crossy….?..” He mumbled, wings ruffled.

Horror realised Dream wasn’t going to be harmed or feel any worse. He felt better with the touch. So, Horror gave Cross one last suspicious glare, followed by a nod. Cross began to pet Dream’s wing a little, preening it lightly.

“It’s okay, Dreamy…. Just relax….” Cross whispered.

“What’s happening back there?” Error asked, his glitching voice sounding bored as ever with the shenanigans.

“Dream is feeling a bit sick…”

“What?!” Error exclaimed, boredom gone and replaced with worry- anger. Definitely only anger.

Cross flinched. “He’s never been in the van before… cut him some slack…”

Error relaxed, slightly. He wouldn’t admit it but… Dream had helped him feel a bit better after… the first interaction didn’t go so well… Before the whole bird incident…

A/N: Direct quote here from calcium-cat’s story- I will link the first chapter so you can read the full thing. It is an amazing read. ^w^

“Hey! Put me down,” it whined, trying to wiggle out of the strings and failing.

“N-n-n-not until you tell me-me-me who this “Midnight” is-is-is. He your little f-f-f-friend?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Midnight is my friend, and he’s bigger and stronger and he’s gonna stop you!”

“I’d like to-to-to see him try.”

It suddenly stopped its squirming and glared silently at him.

He stared back, determined to win this standoff.

. . .

His patience lasted only about three seconds.

But right as he was about to snap, the kid shut it’s sockets and took a deep breath.

“MIIIDNIIIGHHHHHTT!!!”

“A-a-a-aHh!” Error screamed, covering his ear canals.

A moment later, the sound of a teleport distracted Error from his flash of anger. Both he and the little anomaly looked over at the door in time to see Nightmare’s form materialise in front of them. His expression looked more annoyed than angry, but his twitching tentacles gave him away.

“Alright, what have you done this ti-” he groaned, only to stop and stare open mouthed at the two monsters.

“Midnight!”

“MidNighT-t-tT!?”

“Error! Put him down!” Nightmare demanded.

The glitch looked at the kid, then back at the scowling skeleton. “W-w-what? What’s going-”

“NOW!”

“Ok, ok, I’m d-d-d-doing it,” he said hastily, releasing his strings and dropping it onto the ground.

A/N: Sorry for using so much, it was the best I could do without cutting the best part lmao-

Back when Dream thought Nightmare was Midnight. Error gave a slight flinch at the memory, but didn’t do much more other than that. He was worried about Dream, no doubt.

When he heard a quiet quacking from the back seat, his instincts kicked in. He checked back on Dream, but…

“Zzz….. quack……”

He was asleep, curled up between Cross and Horror.

Error sighed in relief. Turning back to the windshield, he noticed they were in a different AU. Which one exactly was unknown, but it was a surface AU.

“It doesn’t matter…” Error smiled slightly.

When they reached the spot after a good 3 hours, Nightmare parked the van by the campsite. Where they all went camping last time they left. Dust, being excited and still in magpie form… forgot the window was shut-

THUD!!..... Sqqquuueeeaaakkk…. Thud!

Nightmare snickered, trying not to laugh as he picked the fallen magpie up. Opening the door, he walked out. Dream was still asleep, but the quacking had stopped. It was only soft breathing accompanying quiet snores from the exhausted duckling.

Horror smiled, petting Dream’s back between his wings. Gently, but with a bit of force behind it to wake him up. But.. it didn’t work this time. The poor chick had just exhausted himself somehow.

The rooster’s brain went into overdrive.

Had Dream been sleeping enough? Did he skip breakfast? No, he had breakfast with the rest of them. Had Dream tried to fly alone again? Was he hurt from a fall? WAS HE SICK-

“Dream…” Cross whispered, sensing Horror’s tense state from the pinprick of an eye light. “Wake up little duck….”

Dream stirred, soft chirps escaping him, eyes opening to fuzzy eyelights.

“Hi… We’re here…..” Cross smiled, unclicking his seatbelt and doing the same for Dream, picking him up and getting out. “Do you think you can-... Dream…”

The duckling opened his eyes again, with very slow blinks. “Mmmm….. What….?..”

“Hehe… Come on… let’s get some food… I brought chocolate…”

Dream smiled, wings fluttering as he woke up properly. Everyone got out of the van, smiling at the location. Killer stretched his wings as he yawned. Not due to boredom, just due to lack of sleep lately. He had been dealing with issues of his own. It had started back at the castle.

“Hey Killer?”

“Yeah Dust?”

“Did you know a group of crows is called a murder?”

“...........”

“K-Killer?- !! KILLER NO DO NOT GET THE KNIFE THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!!”

“A CROW IS CALLED A MURDER!!”

“NO, A GROUP OF CROWS!!”

And cue the 3rd broken table.

The 2nd was broken because of a fight between Killer and Cross…. Dream’s therapy session did almost nothing to quell the bickering it seemed.

Killer’s mind was on something else for a moment. Outer. How he had been beaten… by Outer. All because the hit to his wing had-

And there he goes again, making himself depressed and hurt from his ego being hurt. It had been that way since a week prior when the fight in Outertale happened. Error and Nightmare had tried their best to help him, but it wasn’t really any use. His bird instinct was really getting to him. But there was 1 funny perk to all this…

“Hey, Killer!” Dust called, having gone back to normal. “You coming? We’re having s’mores.”

“Say no more!” Killer smiled, rushing over, his wings ruffled.

Hopefully this is better…. I’m so sorry again for any discomfort caused-

I hope some wholesome brother moments in another fic make up for it cause art motivation is slim rn-

Credits:

OSD Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28674579/chapters/70296039

OSD belongs to @calcium-cat