#being perceived -> scary

[cod-thoughts]

You are simply amazing! You're kind, thoughtful, and very sweet. You do such wonderful things for people around you even when life's been tough for you or you get a little nervous about things. That's awesome!

Your writing is fantastic, too, and you do so much other cool stuff besides. You've been so kind to me since I found this little corner of the internet and you've made me feel really included. Thank you 😊 💜

Have a great trip!

I'm. Yeah, no, this is fine wdym I'm great at taking compliments what are you talking about, no I'm not flustered and screaming internally?

I'm just glad people like what I do, I'm trying to get better at just doing things instead of being too scared to do it and this little corner is making it infinitely easier. I'm so glad I've made you feel included in any way hehe that makes me really happy actually <333

I love trying to figure out who is who with these it's really interesting :O

[skunkes]

micro comic with no real point or punchline i just have conversations i wanna draw out sometimes

[fluffydeoxys]

This is for Zero but I imagine this idea extending to the MPN player as well. The loops happen and everyone's memories are effectively wiped, til one day something broke somewhere.

Doc remembers every loop, and something breaks in him too. He will fix this. He will save you.

[goomyloid]

just Thinking Out Loud but im trying to prepare myself for the deltarune community to irreversibly change the same way it did when ch2 came out... its not really something i personally experienced back in 2021 because the game wasnt nearly as important to me then as it is now (understandably) (i just love chapter 2 so much)

and while i am Absolutely ready and excited for chapters 3 and 4, it will be kind of scary to see deltarune blow up again and the community grow vastly in size and Whatnot (i think about the other instances of this with other fandoms lately like gravity falls, fionna and cake, arcane, etc) (as an outsider looking into all those communities) and now im like Fuuuuck thats gonna happen to us!!!!!!

BUT ITS OK. BECAUSE EVEN IF ITS SCARY the important thing is that so many artists and musicians and fan game devs and whoever else are gonna produce amazing new stuff with the content ch3+4 gives us, and that's more exciting to me than anything... something you can honestly apply to any work of fiction getting a new part/chapter/season/whatever. I love when communities create!!!!!!

idk what this ramble was supposed to be it's just been something ive been thinking about for a while. The community ive come to recognize over the past 3 years is most likely gonna change drastically and i (the comfortable) am about to be disturbed by this But its necessary. life would be boring otherwise. i love videogames

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

throwback tuesday to that time when i took one of the few large lecture hall classes i ever took in college, a class on pre-1500s English literature, and the professor (a balding man with a British accent who banned computers because, according to him, he once caught someone watching Shrek 2 on a laptop during the lecture and he was upset it wasn't Shrek 1) stopped in the middle of talking about Beowulf to a hundred students to ask ME SPECIFICALLY (in the back half of the room but not all the way at the back) if I was using my smartphone under the table, so I had to lift up my hands and show him that no, I was knitting because the class had a bunch of printouts so I didn't need to take notes but the man wouldn't let me play spider solitaire or scroll tumblr and I had to do SOMETHING with my hands, and he was like, "ah, weaving peace I see. it seems we have the peaceweaver in our class" and then just carried on with things

[nekrosmos]

Wearing all black is good for gender 🏳️‍⚧️👍

[turtleblogatlast]

i see your post about leo being relieved that hes trans because he learned his stripes would go away and i raise you: leo, who spends his entire childhood in fear because donnie told him that he will lose his stripes when he is younger, only for them all to realize hes trans when they dont

Oh…Leo having so much value in his looks and especially his stripes because they’re what make him stand out the most, and in turn it helps solidify himself a role in the team as the “Face Man.” Sure, he absolutely thinks himself good looking with or without the stripes, but his stripes are striking and he knows it, and they mean more to him than just looks anyway. Knowing all this time that his stripes were going to fade and yet still taking on his title and still being as confident as he is - imagine he’d already come to the conclusion that his worth on the team, in his family, was always on a timer.

Then that timer goes away. And he’s left with relief and tells himself that hey, he’d have been just as cool looking without the stripes anyway! But…he’s glad to keep them. Even if his role isn’t quite just “Face Man” anymore, his stripes are a part of him.

And it’s been really scary to think that someday he’d look in the mirror and see a part of himself missing.

[venum0us]

I llike him lots >_<

hes .... pretty ......

[purjopainfuse]

HELLO!!!? hi bro…

[so0ppa]

got crazy and did this thing instead of continuing watching the actual show ♡

link to the template + @/bweirdart 's the creator

franky one is kind of a redraw of this ... ^_^

[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

struggling 2 remember who i did and did Not send an ask to before falling all Eep bear with me lovers ….

[dandilionsandlavender]

Scary job interview on Thursday

Reward? Twenty one pilots drop as im leaving said interview

Scary SECOND job interview today

Reward? Dan and phil upload right as im walking out!!

Am i gonna get the job???

NOT GONNA THINK ABT IT 🤪

[beegoould]

The baristas at my coffee shop are so great and friendly but this morning someone said “Hi Bridget! Usual?” and I’m really going to miss their coffee but unfortunately I can never go there again

[kiwi-luminaryofthestars]

04/18/2025 Progress Update:

TLDR: 2K written, about 24.5K so far drafted for ch 6

Lord I actually got to sit down and write today, thank God. And we got past poker! A bittersweet victory, to be past poker. I don't know if it will properly come across in the fic, and that's okay because the experience was fun anyway, but I put a lot of thought, time, and effort into these poker rounds. Thus it's both a solemn and happy parting to be done with them.

Now, we're just finishing up the last parts of section 3. They are already written, we are just fleshing them out, connecting pieces. Then we'll do the same with sections 4 and 5 and we'll be good to edit!! Maybe this'll be done at an adequate time after all (I say while knocking on every piece of wood in my general vicinity lol).

Kokichi POV has been ahhhh hard but we're doing our best. I haven't done Kokichi POV since the very beginning of ch 4, so it's been a good like two months. I gotta get back into the swing of things, put my head into my best dude, what could he possibly be thinking? The answer is lots of things and mostly self-deprecating, because I can't resist making him hate himself in anything I write. But I think I honestly just make every character hate themselves, which is... sad, but I do feel that from a lot of DR characters in general. Maybe it's just my interpretation, but it seems so few DR characters actually like who they are. And GOD that's relatable, so here I am making them all have this deep-seated hatred of themselves.

Sometimes I hope I don't come across like I hate the characters when I write like that because I AM OBSESSED WITH THEM so... could never ever ever hate them lmao. I just like making them have inner turmoil because it's relatable and interesting. I'm also very "story-first", as I'm sure you've now guessed, so I like giving characters struggles that directly correlate with where the plot is going. Like Shuichi's alcoholism is a core component of this fic and so is Kokichi's self-hatred. Characteristics that drive what they do and how they act in certain situations. This fic's plot would not continue if neither of these things existed.

Ahhh maybe that was a little self-indulgent and pretentious. Apologies, I've had a bit of whiskey in me lmao. But I'm excited to continue, excited to have ch 6 and 7 out. I do think I'll probably take another small break after 7 to write a one-shot, or maybe do the second chapter of the vampire one. We'll see. I've been getting so many ideas lately, which is... really abnormal for me. I tend to not have many ideas, but in talking with friends and hashing out scenes, it's like... I suddenly have so many I want to write one day. Double-edged-sword for sure, because it is both delightful to imagine and also a little stressful to think about lol.

Anyway, Jesus this is long. I'm glad I do those summaries at the top because this is like... a lot of rambling lmaoooo. Well, it's mostly for me, so I'm gonna be kind to myself. I want to one day have all of this for me to read back on and see what I was thinking when I wrote certain chapters. It's fun!!

I hope you all have a lovely lovely night. I send all the good vibes out to anyone reading. This weekend will be absolutely demolished by us, squashed like a bug. Have a goodnight!!

[nithica]

the call of the mountain

original work, contains depictions of blood, monsters and death. wc: 698 note: you might have seen me whine and complain about wanting to write recently. the truth is that i’m a pussy and i haven’t written in years due to a mental block. so,,, as i commonly do with such things, i decided to post an older piece (~2023) as exposure therapy.

this is purely for my own attempt at breaking the ice, trying to step out of my comfort zone and hopefully continue that line into actually posting about selfships and what not LMAOOO. there is no need to read it, interact or whatever 🖤 of course, feedback is welcome as long as you’re nice to me i’m sensitive (hampter)

specks of white trickled down the scenery. the ground had frozen over months ago, but finally, buds of green peeked through the endless layer of white. sev would admire the view, if it wasn’t trying to consume her. a breathy laugh escaped between her pale, cracked lips. she had held on so long to make it to the thaw. the irony to die before she even had a chance to watch the flowers bloom. 

dark red coloured the ground beneath her, a liquid warm enough to melt the snow. she wheezed, the sound of a dying woman, unpleasant even to her own ears. how long would she have left? an hour, dying a slow, painful death? or a few minutes, if she were so lucky, that they hit vital organs? would they find her before then? she would rather they didn’t; there was no reason to be awkward if she was already dead. 

the thing taunted her, snickering loudly, even if she was the only one who would ever hear it. blasted, damned demon. she tried to ignore the urge to cry. no use crying over spilled milk, wasting the last ounces of energy she had left in her brittle body. 

“have you ever wondered if anyone would miss you if you died?” it asked, as if it were asking an innocent question, as if it hadn’t seen the inner depth of her mind many times before. “will your friends come to save you, will they cry for you?” 

sev exhaled deeply, pain shooting through her stomach as she did so. “shut the fuck up,” she spat at the being. it clucked at her disapprovingly. 

the demon slid its shadowy limbs around her trembling body. “so ungrateful,” it taunted her. the voice was stuck in her mind like a murderous parasite. it had tortured her to death–mentally and physically. “i gave you the opportunity to die in dignity, little one.” something tightened around her neck and she choked, splatters of blood coating her face. why wouldn’t her arms move? damn it. and then she saw it. a face formed, a gnarly smile playing on the pitch black, shadowy lips. “we had a deal, little one. your time is up. i look forward to collecting this soul once you’re done.” then, “should i take you out of your misery early? or, do you wish to suffer an agonising death?” 

“fuck you,” the girl croaked, using every piece of strength she had left to reach inside her pocket. it would help only for a short while, but it delayed the collection nonetheless. her bloodied fingers searched for the pendant, struggling to get a hold of it. she wanted to cry out in frustration, but if she let anything show, it would know what she was doing. 

the demon seemed to ponder its own question. “i wonder how strong this soul is, don’t you? too bad you won’t be there to find out.” sev groaned, another wave of pain shooting through her. her hands finally managed to grip the pendant. “good hestia, bless sev pervaz,” she started. the demon was on high alert right away, shooting to her hand. her eyes shot open wide and she panicked. “dear goddess, protect me from this evil, for i’m not ready to ascend!” just before it reached the pendant, it shrieked, high-pitched and monstrous. its disgusting body went up in smoke. the pendant dropped from her hand. she had burned through all her strength. as she laid there, panting heavily, a wave of misery came over her faster than she could expect. 

why did she have to go to this cursed forest alone? why did she always have to do everything alone? wasn’t her unfortunate affliction enough punishment? she had no one but herself to blame. even her friends had no idea what she was fighting by herself. sev had always been this way: trust no one, rely on no one. she had herself, that should be enough, right? 

yet, with the life slowly seeping out of her with every drop of blood that coloured the cold ground beneath limp body, she couldn’t help but cry. what a truly miserable life she had led. 

if you DID read it all, you get a cookie. and if you read it all and also figured out what this is inspired by (hint: it’s personal), you also get my unconditional love and affection. THAT’S ALL! CIAOOOO 🏃‍♀️‍➡️