#an encounter random bits !

[because-she-goes]

hello all :)) a chilly northeastern american day here w/ lots of cozy vibes so naturally thinking about matty x probably nora cooking up some italian food in their house while this plays in the background - the two of them lovingly singing it to the other ofc. And ofcourse Matty remarks on how he feels the same ways about her after all these years and all this time, reflecting on how the two met while Frank played in vegas that one fateful night :)))

[romans-empire]

A Clover trait that I haven't seen anyone mention is that they actually have a good or nice singing voice according to Insomnitot. Adding to this, from the Lucky Patch teaser we could assume that they also know how to play the harmonica. What I'm saying is that Clover is, on some level, musically talented.

And if we take into consideration what Martlet says during one of her team talk dialogue about the boss themes (OSTs), music (at least in UTY canon) is a way for monsters to express themselves. It's a natural occurrence formed by the magic of the monster you are fighting. So therefore, music would be connected to identity and expressionism in the Underground.

So, do you think while traversing the Underground Clover would hum little songs to themselves? Do you think Clover would play the harmonica for Dalv which inspired him to create a new music piece? Do you think while in the saloon, Clover and Starlo would sing a duet together or play the harmonica for him? I mean it is implied that Starlo inherited his mother's voice and that Crestina is good at singing.

Do you think while traveling through Steamworks, they would tap on the metal to the rhythm of songs they like while Ceroba watches on? Do you think while traveling with Martlet they would sing a song with her as Martlet fumbles through the lyrics?

Do you think that in every timeline Clover plays something or sings something for Flowey, sometimes making fun of him but other times in a genuine way to express how much they are thankful for his company? Do you think that in every other universe, Flowey tries to play the harmonica with Clover teaching him and he's so bad at it that Clover makes fun of him? Do you think that as he resets more and more, going through timeline after timeline, he slowly gets better to the point he finally learns the song that Clover was teaching him?

Do you think that that timeline was the last time they will ever play the harmonica or sing for him and he didn't realize it? Do you think that long after Clover's sacrifice, he finds himself humming the song subconsciously only to forget the next part and look to the side to ask Clover only to remember that they're gone? Do you think he sometimes still hears them humming along?

[traceyc-uk]

Pride Week: similar to this post a doodle dump of Nfy x Chris @diana-bluewolf

[meamiki]

wanted to do a proper lineup of everyone with the shades i usually use :]

and also partially so i can also just grab the img from here in a pinch as a ref instead of looking for the file LMAO

regular bw and some extra tests under the cut! (expect below to be sporadically edited if i test more palettes out LOL)

^ literally just a test to lean more grey lol.

[refractionrailway]

on an unrelated note it's so funny to me that they keep making Heathcliff the defacto "we have an id who's in a position of leadership and we need someone to be their sidekick" sinner, guy who is so "hot dog or hamburger style boss" coded

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

august 26, 2021 4:00 a.m. a balcony, somewhere

time somehow seems to simultaneously slow to a crawl and race beyond the speed of light. grant doesn’t remember when they’d ended up perched like lovebirds at the pinnacle of a staircase, peering out over the night-drenched landscape, but it must have been a while ago. customers have long since stopped streaming in and out of the restaurant on the street below.

he remembers in better detail the stream of their conversation–they’d shifted from food and a strangely peaceful, humorous discussion of kicking the bucket to movies, and at some point, paranormal stories came up along the way.

it’d be hard to forget talking to yunha.

there’s something curiously enrapturing about her, something that had drawn him to her when he first made eye-contact with her.

the look in her eyes, maybe. it’s piercing, like she’s baring right through your skin and into your soul, but not malicious or judgmental. it’s friendly, it’s curious, it’s playful.

the way she speaks, maybe. she’s the most engaged conversationalist he’s ever encountered. everything you say, whether she agrees or disagrees, is met with affirmations and a lot of nodding. yes, yes, of course. i see, i see. i understand. ohhh, wow! really?

she’s unraveling every shard of the puzzle that is his personality and piecing it back together in one whole picture, analyzing it. figuring it out. appreciating it.

or maybe it’s the sweetness that radiates off her. she appears unafraid to smile, instead all too happy to flash those pretty, crooked bunny teeth for the world to see.

“so, i'm going to guess you’re not accidentally good at singing.”

she seems not to mind revealing her own puzzle pieces either, and the more she says about herself, the more fascinated he is with her. with who she is. with what makes her tick.

“i hope it’s not an accident,” yunha replies, laughing, “because shit, then years worth of practice was a waste.”

“time enjoyed is never time wasted.”

the unabashed cringe of the line garners an immediate eye roll, but she still seems to find it funny.

they’ve definitely been sitting here a while. grant straightens his back, fixing his gradually slouching posture, and is is met with an immediate flash of pain, distinct from the chronic dull ache underlying every day of his life, that radiates down every vertebra.

“what got you into music, though?”

yunha’s rosy pink lips purse in thought as she dwells on the question.

“a lot of things. my parents like music. i listened to a lot of different kinds of songs my whole life, first with them, and then later with my friends. i had some time between classes and studying to spend having fun, but i couldn't spend any money, so my friends and i would go to this music store. we walked around and picked random albums to listen to on the headphones. we never bought anything.”

grant nods supportively. “what’s, like, the first album you remember really liking? or albums. you don’t have to pick one.”

“ah! i treasure so many albums. seo taiji and boys IV. i think that’s still my favorite nostalgic album ever. i also remember fondly, um, this girl’s in love with you by aretha franklin. i heard that at the music store, and i was so impressed by her talent. i still am.”

“i'm not a music expert. surprise! i know, i know, i'm sorry to tell you, i did not practice for centuries for that wonderful spice girls performance earlier. no, but seriously, i most often just listen to the same old emo stuff i liked when i was 13. so, unfortunately i don’t know the first album at all, at least not yet, but i do know the second one. you have fantastic taste, that’s a classic.”

despite his ignorance, yunha still smiles from ear to ear. “you should look up the first one! look up, like, seo taiji ‘come back home.’ that’s the most popular song on the album. i don’t wanna bias you, so listen on your own and make your own opinions.”

“wilco. and if you don’t mind me asking, how’d you turn the interest in music into a skill? you are talented, but i know it's very much a skill. it does take a lot of practice to become tangibly good at music.”

“to express myself,” yunha says plainly, “it’s easier to tell your story in art than talking about it, and singing is free. you don’t need supplies to learn it. but yes, i needed that kind of outlet, you know? i always liked singing, always did it, but i needed more than only entertainment from it over time.”

“oh yeah, art is helpful. i really should have gotten on that train earlier. i got on board about a year ago. it's much better for you than intellectualizing everything. or at least that's what i tend to do. do you perform, by the way? outside of karaoke, that is."

"sometimes. but also, not in a long time."

there falls a brief, but peaceful lull in the conversation. grant’s eyes draw to black night sky as he recalls the last haphazard art he’d created–the mushy-gushy attempt at processing the universe. seeing it hanging above him now, his thoughts are no less conflicting. light pollution washes out the shining sea of stars, but the sky still retains its beauty, its bewilderment. visible or not, an infinite chain of dimensions and celestial bodies exist in the vacuum of space, orbiting independent of him, yet factoring in the tiny fraction of his mass on the mass of the earth in their delicate ballerina dance across the fabric of spacetime.

the universe must have created me for some reason, for something other than anguish.

his own words. again. ever-present.

“i miss seeing the stars.” yunha’s buttery soft voice breaks his concentration. “you can’t see anything here.”

“polaris.” grant raises his left arm and draws his index finger across the sky until it hovers above the only star he’s seen thus far. “technically, that means we should be able to see sirius, too, but we don’t need to get all science-y and talk about magnitude and that polaris isn’t–”

“i would like it if you did.”

she was thinking of the stars, too.

synchronicity.

“aw shucks! well. i’ll say this, polaris isn’t the brightest star. we just talk about it way more frequently because it has the most cultural significance in the northern hemisphere for, you know, navigation reasons. but hey, give it about 12,000 more years, and it even won’t be the north star anymore. thank you, wobbly earth axis. but also boo, woobly earth axis, because it's a little sad to think about.”

yunha’s eyes glitter with fascination. “it’ll be something else?”

“yep! the next north star will be vega,” he explains, “come on down, you’re the next contestant!”

“maybe we’ll see it happen.”

“if my consciousness is still floating around as little dust particles, that’d be pretty sick. you know? forget fly me to the moon, fly me to vega. why not?”

“i don’t think i'll be dust,” yunha says, not missing a beat at all, even as her focus remains fixed on the faintest twinkle emanating from polaris, “it’s kind of troubling. you don’t want to be, like, stuck in the whole cycle of the universe, but if you’re still here, you can see some really beautiful things.”

“ah. reincarnation?”

“if you’re asking me, you’re not going to be dust. either you escape the suffering or you come back in some kind of physical form, human or not, and you try again.”

grant thinks about it for a moment. and then the feelings, like usual, spill out at once.

“i'm not going to lie, that idea has always given me the heebie-jeebies. i think it’s very cool as a concept, but i'm, like, man, i don’t want to do this shit again. also, look, we're doing the thing again. oh, and shit, that sounded judgmental. i just run my mouth too much."

"most people don't know they lived before. you can't really remember your other lives without a lot of study," she answers, "and no, you don't. i prefer to hear your real opinion. it's actually stupid when people tell you what they think you want to hear."

"do you ever wonder what you were up to last go-around?"

"not too much, but i always heard strange birthmarks and scars are signs from your last death. fears, too. things you avoid. so, i guess, like, a clown stabbed me in the neck with needles."

"are you afraid of storm drains, by any chance? if so, i think pennywise had it out for you."

"hahaha." yunha shakes her head. "wait, i have to ask. is it not worse thinking you can only live once? that's not uncomfortable? feeling like you have to make everything perfect in your one lifetime?"

"oh no, it's terrifying. dying and just being done with everything is eerie, too, because there are nice things to do and see here in the real world. you’re right about that. and yeah, there is a lot of pressure to get it all right. also, that's not even mentioning that there are people i love that i don’t want to be gone forever. i'd like to think they remain somehow. conscious or not. i kind of think they do, but i don’t know. am i contradicting myself? capital-P probably."

“you don’t know what to think.”

grant immediately bursts out laughing. “yeah, no, absolutely not. i do not know. i just kinda waffle around and hope some scientist throws out some numbers and whatnot that proves some explanation of everything correct. but that’s impossible. it’s literally impossible. we can’t even simulate or predict the wacky physics that were going on at the exact moment the big bang happened.”

“not to be, like, all quirky, but...” yunha reaches over, patting him on the shoulder. “maybe don’t think about it? you’re gonna go crazy. you can just not know? and it's fine. this doesn’t mean anything anyway. the answer to anything is already in you, it’s not out there.”

and then she, too, starts giggling all over again and her cheeks blush deep red from sheepish cringe.

another stereotypical line, but he doesn't mind. they sound better coming from her than him anyhow.

a second later and she checks the time on her phone. her cheesy smile erodes into a slight frown.

“ahh, i really need to leave soon. i have a schedule in the morning.”

grant checks the time as well, drawing the sleeve of his hoodie up just enough to read the minuscule roman numerals on his watch.

on the watch an ex-girlfriend gifted him. not päivi, but...

4:00 a.m.

fuck.

right.

you’re leaving the country in two hours.

[merlatealeaf72]

It's too early in the morning for me to try figure put what tomorrow's RE musical is gonna be

[paparoach]

Please play Final Fantasy 4. Literally any port.

[kalcat]

Me planning a D&D session for the campaign I'm running: Oh hell yeah this is gonna be awesome, I've got it all figured out

Me actually running the session I've planned: What the FUCK am I doing?????? What are my players doing????? What the fuck were my plans for this?!?!?!?

After the session concludes: That was awesome I can't wait to do that again

[hevendor]

My Christmas wish is that I want "science" authors to stop using really interesting subjects that I'd like to learn about as nothing but a veneer to trick people into reading a book that is really just about their own "personal journeys."

[tracle0]

find word

Tagged by @ace-malarky wahoo to find tea, storm and cling. Tis from The Crows Death :)!

I do not have tea :(

Storm

Entirely unaware of Atlas’s pleading, Olly smiled back at their imposter. “So you’ll need a good tracker, will you?” “A good one,” their imposter agreed. How had they related to this monster earlier, allowed themselves to help them? “Shame we only have you.” “Maybe you should be asking nicer.” Their imposter grinned. “You want to come?” “He’ll die!” Atlas nearly screamed, storming to the back of the room, an overwhelming want to grasp their imposter and shake them until they snapped. They settled for grasping the edge of the sink instead. “Do you not remember, not know, what I went through?! The vines, that fog, that twisted healer? The Foxes? He’ll die out there, you can’t - I can’t - go if you want, but don’t… leave him here. Please. Please!”

Cling

The corpse clawed itself closer.  All of its details sang at Andy, eager to sear themselves into his mind. He could see the final mouldy strands of fur, clinging to yellowing bone. He could see the little curved teeth, jutting out of the front of the skull. He could see ragged muscles contract and clench as it pulled itself closer, closer, closer… Something yanked him from behind, pulling him abruptly upright by his collar – and away from the remains of the rodent.

Ew yucky yucky yuck

Tagging @albatris @kaatiba @polyaubergine nd uh @loopyhoopywrites to find snarl, whimper and brick

[cloudbends]

Ok more articulate thoughts on heartcatch's midpoint in the tags

[dany36]

so glad I decided to stop playing the gba version of tales of phantasia pretty early on because the ps1 version is sooooo pretty and so much better and ugh it’s exactly the type of game/graphics I had been itching to play. Just look at it!

the gba one is just too damn bright and the sound is terrible compared to the ps1. not sure why they thought porting such a gorgeous game to the gba was a good idea!

but anyway I just met klarth and

So sad that the art of summoning has been lost!! RIP Sheena’s summoning legacy even if one of your descendants still lives 😔👍

[butchlesbiannero]

progressing the story vs a beautiful cave perfectly made to spend over an hour grinding out ten levels in

[because-she-goes]

matty and nora on vacation in italy

lil mood board based off this hehehe

[merlatealeaf72]

While you've been theorising about the latest Deltarune chapters...

...I've been theorising about who might play what character if Random Encounters make more Deltarune musicals