#I’m very very normal about them <3

[primal-con]

I’m blaming you for my inevitable Jazzwave brainrot just fyi

Yes!!! My evil plan is working >:DDD

Jazzwave be upon ye!

[anastoza]

Wash my pain away

[happy-emmdings]

I thought my demons were almost

defeated

but you took their side

and you pulled them to freedom

they know my secrets and won’t

let me go

- demons (philosophical sessions) / jacob lee

dark ones🥀

[gortrash]

Ok but what if that thing between Durge and Orin wasn’t incestuous but intense sibling complex. You were the only one I had. I grew up with you. You watched me grow up. I watched you grow into father’s favourite and I adored you so much I wanted to be you but it also made me jealous to the point of madness. What do you mean you think my methods of killing are a waste of time? You’re my big sister/brother/sibling and I want to be you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted to be. I will become you. I’m going to kill you because I love you so much.

[vivianthepigeon]

My fav gif ever

THEY ARE SO IN LOVE 😭

[donottouchredbutton]

having thoughts about durge’s confrontation with orin in the temple of bhaal when she shapeshifts into durge and the implications it has on when orin replaced them.

like???? i wasn’t expecting her to shift to look like durge but when she did i couldn’t help but think did she do that to gortash before he learned that durge was gone?? i’ve seen a lot of people talking about how orin probably posed as gortash with durge, but what if it was the other way around? what if when orin was actively getting rid of durge, she would pose as them around gortash so as to not arouse suspicion about what was going on? make it seem like durge was beginning to pull back from the whole thing to open up the position for orin, when in reality it was just her tricking gortash into believing the person he was closest to was pulling away from him while they were being infected.

like thinking about it from both sides, both gortash and durge probably had some very vulnerable moments with orin thinking they were with the other that she directly used against them to get where she wanted to be - replacing bhaal’s chosen and being one of the leaders of the absolute, one step closer to total power.

in my playthrough too, orin was posing as the one dryad at the circus who you can talk to about your “love match” (i don’t remember what her name was), and i thought it was really interesting to see what means she’s willing to go to to get information. i’m romancing astarion, and when you get the scene with the dryad, you can choose multiple options that are “correct,” but he will disapprove for certain ones because they are much more intimate knowledge than the other ones so depending on what you choose, once orin reveals herself you can be like “oh fuck i just told the chosen if bhaal my partner’s deepest darkest secrets and she can use that against us.” not that it ever really comes into play, BUT THINK ABOUT IT. she surely would’ve done the same thing with gortash and durge

[anonfanficreader]

I want every single tadfool to get fed a warm meal and then held like a little baby and told they’re doing a good job

[myfriendtheghost]

1 week until tour starts

[caffeiiine]

i would like to see either nikolai or sigma's sentences please :3 /nf

THANK YOU!!! YOU ARE FUELING MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS!!!

under the cut bc length. [it got REALLY long]

anyways, nikolai and sigmas prison sentences as they would be in michigan.

note: i’m not using the wiki for this. i doubt it covers everything, so im going back through the manga and analyzing everything from there. aside from finding out manga appearances, everything else is research and pre-memorized info.

note 2: i may have made a few mistakes with the sentencing but it should be accurate enough give or take 10 years.

note 3: there’s no minimum sentence since majority of research i’m doing leads to me picking the minimum years since it usually states “punishable by life imprisonment or any number of years” which is unspecific and sucks so i just dropped the category

nikolai!!! - crimes - sentence - reference state - references/citations

Crimes :

first degree murder [7 accounts]

second degree murder [1 account]

domestic terrorism [16]

mutilation of a corpse [1 account]

shoplifting [implied, counted as 1 general account/misdemeanor]

assault with/using a deadly weapon [1 account]

impersonation [2 accounts]

[1]

disturbing the peace

theft of public property [2][3] [1 account]

verbal assault/threat [4] [1 account]

aiding and abetting

aiding in prison break

drugging [1 account]

attempted poisoning [5] [2 accounts]

fleeing arrest [1 account]

[6]

robbery/general larceny [4 accounts]

unlawful possession of explosives

attempted first degree murder [implied] [7]

kidnapping [4 accounts]

aiding a convict

breaking and entering [1 account]

sentence :

at maximum = 14 life sentences + 61 years + 186 days and/or up to 7,063,000$ in fines; no parole

reference state : michigan

references via michigan legislature : [first degree murder] Section 750.316 Act 328 of 1931 + [second degree murder] Section 750.317 Act 328 of 1931 + [domestic terrorism not counted, i can’t find definitive punishments and it'd probably be with the supreme court] + [mutilation of a corpse] Section 750.160 Act 328 of 1931 + [shoplifting] Section 750.356 Act 328 of 1931 + [impersonation] Section 750.217 Act 328 of 1931 + [felony assault] Section 750.82 Act 328 of 1931 + [disturbing the peace] Section 750.170(?) + [theft of public property] section 750.356 act 328 of 1931 + [terrorizing/verbal assault/harrassment] section 750.411h act 328 of 1931 + [aidinh and abetting] section 750.450 act 328 of 1931 + [aiding in a prisoners escape/aiding a convict] section 750.183 act 328 of 1931 + [attempted poisoning] section 750.91 act 328 of 1931 + [fleeing arrest] section 760.479a act 328 of 1931 + [robbery] section 750.529 act 328 of 1931 + [unlawful possession of explosives] section 750.200 act 328 of 1931 + [attempted first degree murder] section 750.91 act 328 of 1931 + [kidnapping] section 750.349 act 328 of 1931 + [breaking and entering (with explosives)] section 750.112 act 328 of 1931.

Sigma!!! - crimes - sentence - reference state - references/citations

[8]

threatening an officer [2 accounts]

domestic terrorism [16]

unlawful possession of explosives

attempted first degree murder [1 account]

criminal negligence [9]

aiding and abetting

negligent attempted mass murder [10]

attempted first degree murder by proxy [several accounts] [11]

felony assault by proxy [12] [3 accounts]

[13]

attempted manslaughter [14] [2 accounts]

attempted second degree murder [15] [1 account]

aiding in a prison break

aiding a convict [1 account]

breaking and entering [1 account]

felony assault [3 accounts]

sentence :

at maximum: 5 life sentences + 45 years 93 days and/or up to 8,000$ in fines; possibility of parole

reference state : michigan

references via michigan legislature: [aiding and abetting] section 750.450 act 328 of 1931 + [felony assault] section 750.82 act 328 of 1932 + [aiding in prisoner escape/aiding a convict] section 750.183 act 328 of 1932 + [unlawful possession of an explosive] section 750.200 act 328 of 1932 + [attempted (any type of) murder/manslaughter] section 750.91 act 328 of 1932 + [breaking and entering (with explosives)] section 750.112 act 328 of 1932 + [threatening an officer] section 750.478a act 328 of 1932 + [criminal/gross negligence] section 8.9 michigan legislature

[rosaacicularis]

i jsut think. .. that grian and scar deserve to be happy </3

[karinyosa]

being trans with ocd is so fucking exhausting dude

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

He wonders if, had he had a taste of friendship with all those things before returning to his reality, if he would feel quieter, and lonelier, and more sad, now that he wasn’t friends with them.

The answer is probably yes.

Wilbur tries not to think about this very often; it just makes him hungry for all the things he’ll never have. An insatiable hunger.

Wilbur wonders if Phil ever feels like this.

~~~

Finally, Wilbur settles on something, because he taps the screen once before lowering his hands, keeping hold of the phone and letting a song play from it.

Guitar. That’s what starts this song off.

Tommy tilts his head. He’s never heard this before. It’s a new song to him.

But it’s… pretty. As far as the first bit goes, at least; all gentle guitar and soft singing, all that. It sounds like something Ghostbur would like.

And then the chorus comes around, and Tommy’s eyes widen a little bit as the lyrics hit his ears.

“Jesus, my heart, your home. Jesus.”

Tommy flicks his gaze to Wilbur, inquisitive.

Wilbur gazes back, even and calm.

The song continues playing, and after a few seconds, Tommy turns his attention back to it. He’s paying more attention to the lyrics now.

“I will sing for you, all my days. Always quick to give you praise. When I was in sin, you saved my soul. No greater love will I ever know.”

“Do you go to church?” Tommy asks, because he couldn’t keep the question inside his chest any longer.

“No,” Wilbur answers, quick but sure. “Not really, no. I don’t even believe in most of the things this song talks about.”

“Oh. Then…” Tommy furrows his brow. “Then why do you listen to it?”

The song turns loud, strong guitar strums and almost yell-y singing, and Wilbur turns thoughtful, tilting his head ever so slightly as he looks off into the distance.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything.

The song keeps playing.

~~~

“You tried to revive Wilbur,” Ghostbur said, hoping that the king would understand what so few seemed to. “You tried to kill me."

~~~

Wilbur hums, and with a quick prayer to whoever is listening, Niki starts to drive.

~~~

Ranboo’s heart drops. Oh no.

“Hey, hey, um… W-Wilbur? What… what uh, what’s wrong?” Ranboo hurriedly kneels down, as close to Wilbur as he dares.

~~~

(Another one for heart because I wanted to share :)

No. Everything is warm and hazy, drifting in and out of focus with each beat of his heart—a heart which, as far as Wilbur can tell, is slow, lazy, irregular. Irregular. A wobbling spotlight that shines in the wrong places, doesn’t follow the cues.

~~~

“Hello!”

Wilbur blinks, peering up from his phone to see Ghostbur walking into the kitchen, blinking the sleepiness from his eyes. “Hey. I got, um…” He gestures vaguely to the island. “McDonald’s.”

“McDonald’s,” Ghostbur repeats, sounding inquisitive and amazed at the same time.

Wilbur blinks.

Ghostbur comes to a stop in front of the island, looking around at the paper bags filled with breakfast food. He blinks hard, as if trying to will away any leftover wisps of unconsciousness. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had McDonald’s.”

~~~

“You can sleep after this,” Tommy assures, hovering in case the cup spills from Ghostbur’s hands. “Just- make sure you drink enough, y’know. I don’t want you getting diehydrated or anything.”

Ghostbur doesn’t smile at Tommy’s joke, and Tommy suddenly feels lonely. Which is weird, because Ghostbur is right here. He’s not lonely.

His heart just gave a proper pang though, didn’t it?

“You’re not ever yourself after doctor visits,” Tommy says softly, watching as Ghostbur sips at the straw with nearly-closed eyes.

~~~

(Couldn’t find one for gentleness so I went with gentle instead!)

He hopes that his voice sounds gentle. He wonders if it’s possible to bend his voice in such a way that sounds gentle.

~~~

When they get inside, the song isn’t finished, so they stay in the living room and Ghostbur sways the both of them back and forth, back and forth, all the way until they finish na-na-na-na-ing. It doesn’t matter that they can’t see very well, with all the lights off; they know they’re both here. They can hear each other. Tommy can feel the soft wool of Ghostbur’s sweater sleeves.

They finish the last lyric, and for a few seconds, the whole house is quiet.

Ghostbur leans forward, pressing a kiss onto Tommy’s head. Tommy blinks as he pulls back.

Ghostbur smiles. “I think of you whenever I hear that song."

Tommy doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t say anything.

As they both lay in bed, facing each other, Tommy moves a little closer than usual. Ghostbur keeps his eyes closed, but he rubs his thumb along Tommy’s arm until they both fall asleep, and that makes Tommy feel better.

When Tommy wakes up, the first thing he does is check to make sure Ghostbur’s still here. He is.

Ghostbur’s thumb is still resting against Tommy’s arm.

Tommy moves a little bit closer, and he falls back asleep.

~~~

“You could’ve been trying to pull a prank on me, or a joke.”

Wilbur’s heart twinges, just a bit. “I wouldn’t do that.”

Ghostbur says nothing.

“I’ll help you, alright?” Wilbur takes a step closer, water sloshing up his legs. “I’ll make sure nothing… bad happens, or anything.”

Ghostbur finally looks up, meeting Wilbur’s eyes. He looks skeptical.

Wilbur raises his brows. “Promise. Y’know, we’ll be like… we’ll be like brothers, right? This is the sort of thing brothers do!”

Ghostbur tilts his head thoughtfully. “Perhaps.”

“Look, I don’t wanna stay out here all day, man. Just try it. Look, you suck in a breath and hold it, so your body stays buoyant. See?” Wilbur breathes in to demonstrate, but Ghostbur wrinkles his nose.

“I know how to hold my breath.”

“Then do it, man! Come on!” Wilbur gestures at the water, grinning. “I’ll make sure you don’t sink. I’ll grab you if things go south, alright?”

Ghostbur looks at the water again, nodding after a few moments. “Okay.”

“It’s just fl-“ Wilbur cuts himself off, eyes widening with surprise as Ghostbur lowers himself down and takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes.

And Ghostbur freaking floats. He lays there in the water with his eyes shut and his freaking shirt on and he floats. He barely even moves, actually; just floats there, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

For a minute, he stays like that, and for a minute, Wilbur stares, not quite sure how to react to this.

I didn’t know he was going to do it that quickly.

After a minute, Ghostbur blinks his eyes open, quickly widening them as he tries to right himself.

“You’re fine,” Wilbur assures, stepping forward and letting Ghostbur cling to his arm and get pulled up. “See? Right here, just like I said.”

Ghostbur says absolutely nothing, squeezing Wilbur’s arm with both hands and breathing hard. His hair sticks to his forehead in a dark mess.

Wilbur realizes that his own hair probably looks the same.

“You did it, man.” Wilbur laughs, because there’s really nothing else to do. “You floated! Y’know? And I didn’t even have to do anything! Man, are you sure you don’t know how to swim? I’m being serious. Because that was fantastic, right there.”

Ghostbur stares at his hands, wrapped around Wilbur’s arm, and then he slowly brings his gaze upward, until they meet his brother’s. His eyes are wide. “That water is cold!”

Wilbur laughs again, louder. His feet nearly trip over themselves, but he manages to stay upright and not fall into the river. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”

“And… I floated.”

Wilbur smiles. “I suppose you did.”

“Oh.” Ghostbur glances at the water again, eyes dancing. He looks back to his hands, holding onto Wilbur, and blinks. He pulls his hands away. “I think I hurt you.”

Wilbur looks down, noticing how his skin is white where Ghostbur had held onto it. “Nah, I’m fine.”

“That might bruise.”

“It won’t.”

“I was just a little nervous.”

“I know. But you floated anyway.” Wilbur raises his brows. “Yeah?”

Ghostbur looses a breath through his mouth, nodding. “Yeah. I did, I did.”

Then he brightens. “Oh. I really did, didn’t I?”

“Heck yeah, man.”

“Oh.” Ghostbur slowly runs his fingers through the river, creating small waves. He smiles—a flickering sort of thing. “I did. I did.”

Wilbur grins. His arm probably will bruise—Ghostbur has a hard grip, man—but he can’t bring himself to care. He doesn’t care.

There’s birds chirping everywhere.

~~~

He glances at the window, watching orange light bleed through the closed blinds. Is it too early? He planned to do it tonight, after the sun set and the world grew cold.

But there’s nothing else to do.

Wilbur huffs a laugh that sounds more like a sickness. Might as well. The timing won’t change anything; it’s inevitable either way.

He grunts as he rises to his feet, wandering towards his dresser. The slivers of sunlight that worm their way between the blinds cast lines on the wall. Wilbur blocks them with his shadow.

~~~

“But,” Tommy continues, dipping a fry into some ketchup. “This makes it better.”

“What does?”

“Food. Five Guys. Even you.” He holds up the ketchup-dipped fry, waving it about with a glint in his eye. “I love salt!”

Wilbur huffs a smile, gazing at the table.

~~~

(Another one for love just because)

Ghostbur smiles, huffing quietly to himself. Tommy is very funny. He does such strange things. Ghostbur loves him more than he loves anything else.

~~~

(Annnnd another one)

Niki shakes her head. “My bakery is gone.”

“Wh… gone?”

“I burned it.”

He stops walking, and some of the leaves go quiet.

Niki walks ahead of him. After a second or two, she hears leaves again.

“Oh. Okay!” He comes up alongside her, and he’s taller than her, because he’s always been taller than her. “That seems like a strange thing to do to something you love. Why did you burn it?”

[thresholdbb]

Over here trying to send Star Trek memes to someone very new to the brainrot but also desperately not trying to spoil any of the good bits

[anachronistic-falsehood]

me writing the dstuck tnt chapter

[salsflore]

did i just. get insulted by my irls

[mangoisms]

sadly have not been writing arañita wip at all in the last. week or so. but also was busy packing and then am now on vacation. however i get the perk of being here in puerto rico and since leah will be half puerto rican (bc i can’t help myself all my ocs are always latine in some manner LMFAO) it honestly is so fun and inspiring. i mean on top of Me deeply enjoying this visit just because it’s my dads side that we don’t get much of and seeing the sights and experiencing the culture. of course. but. you know?