#catjam-or-perish

[dailypearldoodles]

2A with catJam Pearl, because we need more of Pearl’s singing (if she ever released a cover of Arms of Gold I will perish in happiness)

Day 494

The singing Pearl! Id love to hear her sing some more hehe

[rozugold]

for a doddle request maybe superhero rocket duo?

CC Jack Manifold and Niki Nihachu are my superheros <33

[bonesandthebees]

3 & 8 for the ask game :D

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

oh this is fun. definitely the way I write physical affection between crimeboys is pretty characteristic i think. like my defaults are always hugs, head on shoulder, sometimes holding hands if the situation calls for it, hair ruffling, and also smacking each other (yes that counts as physical affection in my head LMAO)

also I've written multiple fics now with amnesia as a huge plot piece in the story?? idk why i just really like messing with memories man

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

well, I was recently driving for a long period of time and listening to music and some specific songs inspired new ideas for me. I have one piece inspired by Halloween by Phoebe Bridgers. I need to work out plot stuff, but it would be a kind of horror piece, but also more sad than anything else. phil-centric too (shocking, I know). if I do write it it'll be for, you guessed it, halloween lol. so we'll see! another idea i'm working on is very heavily inspired by ethel cain's entire album preacher's daughter and just the whole aesthetic of it. again, working out stuff with it but we'll see where it goes :)

ty for the ask!!

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[corpse-art]

"You're scared. Tommy when I said you're never gonna be president you gotta understand, that.. that wasnt a test... it's true. you're never gonna be president."

"Wilbur, look at me, look at me. Please don't do this, you don't have to blow this all up...Wilbur, this is our home and we can take it back, man. We're not the villains."

[thanotaphobia]

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“I’ve got plenty of people on my side,” Tommy says, thinking of the advisors and their tired faces. How Dream had not been among them. He’d been so desperate to see him– when the horns had sounded and Philza had welcomed the men to the palace, Tommy had been nearly jumping out of his shoes in order to throw himself forward and search the crowd. Dream had been his main advisor, his right-hand man, his everything. His brother. But they had come forward one-by-one and at the end of the day, Dream hadn’t been there. No flash of blond hair two shades off of Tommy’s, and no wheezing laughter. No warm hug, arms so tight they could crush. Just a bunch of men that Tommy trusts, yes, but none of them special in the way Dream had been. When he’d questioned them all on his absence, he’d gotten worried shakes of their heads and apologies.

He wasn’t dead. That much, Tommy was sure of. He couldn’t be.

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[jaymesdoodles]

baby slimes!! for @catjam-or-perish

[hypixeluhc]

Hey you!!

*Suprise hug*

thank you mutual catjam-or-perish i love you /p

[bonesandthebees]

5 & 6 for the ask game :D

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

...oh no.

ok, uh, hm... this is hard for me to answer because if you mean wips as in fics i've started, well... I literally can't count I have too many fics. if we're talking, like, all of my fandoms ever over the years?? that's well over 100+, if not 200+ google docs of unfinished shit.

now for dsmp? honestly I wouldn't be surprised if I had, like, 50 or more unfinished wip documents. I know i have well over 100 docs in my dsmp fic folder just in general, so based off how often I finish stuff, at least 40-50 of them have gotta be wips.

NOW THOUGH, what i classify as wips is usually "what I think I will actually get around to publishing and finishing" so this is not counting anything abandoned, or anything I started writing with the intention of never actually finishing it or publishing it. in that case, I would say counting my ongoing stuff and those types of unpublished things i have... 7?? maybe 8?? these are only things I know that almost for sure i will publish in the near future or that I already have ongoing

oh yeah they're all for dsmp obviously, and all of them (except for one possible idea that I'm still not sure if i'll write or not) are crimeboys centric. the one exception is still technically about crimeboys, but it's a phil-centric piece

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Wilbur was lucky the holo-pad didn’t break when he slammed it on the table.

ty for the asks!! these are so fun!

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[bonesandthebees]

34 & 25 For the writing ask game :D (Steampunk & spies)

OOOO VERY INTERESTING OKAY

hmm... so steampunk victorian england, where there's an agency that tries to keep a grip on making sure industrialization doesn't get too out of hand (ie: let's not invent nukes)

ranboo is relatively new to the agency, and he gets assigned the task of secretly investigating a young inventor named tubbo who's considered a prodigy. there's rumors he's figured out how to create weapons of mass destruction, and the agency wants ranboo to destroy his progress before he gets too close

so ranboo goes undercover and befriends tubbo but... well, maybe ranboo gets too attached to the boy with oil constantly smeared on his face, large copper goggles always covering his eyes, burn scars from past inventions gone wrong, and a drive that he's never seen anyone else have before. so, uh, yeah, ranboo maybe fails at a his job a little bit. whoops.

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[bonesandthebees]

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“How’s the computer lookin’?” Techno asked then as he made his way over to Wilbur’s computer, seemingly ready to just let the conversation move on.

“Well, it’s functioning, so that’s a plus,” Wilbur muttered, shaking his head as he tried to pull up the file list.

“This shit was all designed to be left for long periods of time,” Phil’s voice cut in, causing Wilbur to stiffen in surprise as his father reappeared in the doorway. “Everything will work, don’t worry. This station is more reliable than you give her credit for.”

“I mean, I guess it is, considering it’s still standing after several containment breaches,” Tommy muttered under his breath. Speaking of, was there any sign of the past ‘breaches’ that had happened in this building? Over the course of its near thirty year run, there had been two mass casualty breaches, and one minor breach, so he figured it had to leave a mark or two.

Tommy had heard the stories dozens of times over—not just because one of those breaches was what killed his parents, but because it was one of the only pieces of gossip that never seemed to completely fade from the base’s social circle. The events got retold time and time again, and every time something new happened, it only revitalized the horror stories.

He had heard about red vines growing through the walls. Crimson spores floating in the air, choking you even with a gas mask on. Blood splattered on the walls from possessed crewmates killing the others.

Red, red, red. It was all red. And yet there wasn’t a single drop of red in this place. The room was all shades of white and silver, with maybe a blue light here and there. Tommy wondered if they did that on purpose. Made sure nothing in the station was red so that if a breach did occur, it was immediately noticeable.

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