#i'll..probbly make it..

[agnessmadness]

i need to make cang a vollstandig for this reply LMFAO

[webbyghost]

my sculptures keep cracking >:C

need to find a different alternative gift if i cant get it to stay solid in time to paint for mom

[papercupcoffee]

MASTER POST:

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Hello. My name is Nightmare or Night

I am a Nightmare sans kin Blog.

I don't post JUST Nightmare stuff. mostly yes but not always.

Here are the tags for my other blogs! @midnights-castle (Bad sans ask blog) @ask-nightmare-sans (Ask/rp with nightmare sans blog)

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ASKS: Open

REQUESTS: Open

Rules for Asks and Requests!

No NSFW

I am a MINOR so no weird shit.

anything I don't allow basically.

(I do rps too lmao...)

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NOT ALLOWED!

Homophobes

Pedophilles

haters

transphobes

frans shippers (just no wtf)

Sexual furrys

and anyone who will cause problems.

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ALLOWED!

Multipshippers

Proshippers (I'm not a proshipper but i'm not against them either.)

Sancest shippers

Fursuit Furrys!

other kin blogs

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Headcannons bc why not

Nightmare is scared of fireworks. their loud noises startle him, he gets nervous because of the ongoing battle with the star sanses... i makes him think the castle is under attack.

Nightmare has two figures that follow him. no they are not ghosts, they are his personalities basically, Passive Nightmare is when he's feeling nice or merciful. and the voice is when he's feeling cruel or manipulative. a mix of both of them is his neutral behavior.

Killer wears gloves for a reason. that reason is because he gets bored and will sometimes cut himself. he uses the gloves to cover his scars.

Nightmare smokes when he is stressed or overwhelmed. since he feels like this very often he smokes alot.

Horror speech was messed up when his skull was shattered, he has a hard time communicating and mostly stays quiet.

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More headcannons under cut.

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Nightmare has Haphephobia. this is because of what happened when he was younger. when someone touches him, he usually flinches before he pushes them away and depending on the person sometimes it's a shove or just a light push.

Nightmare is scared of water because the villagers tried to drown him multiple times when he was younger. (THIS IS CANNON)

Dust can see ghosts; his paps is not a ghost, but he can see Chara by Killer sometimes. it disturbs him...

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Commissions are closed untill i get a proper stuff for it.

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Bad sans ask blog

@midnightscastle

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My Kinsona:(Probbly gonna redo him lmao)

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Yes i kin Nightmare. cry abt it ^^

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That is all! please enjoy your time with my blog!

-------------------------------------------------- SHHHH heres some kin blogs I know <3 (GO SUPPORT THEM DAMNIT): @ccinosgayfuckery @dramaticallyfelldownstairs88 @killersansreal @utalesans (I'll add more if I find more =3)

[turtlecleric]

Yandere Mikey? Yandere Mikey.

Cws: non con, hypnotism/conditioning, I guess implied kidnapping (the turtles are not good people in this, dark content ahead, this is your last warning!)

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Mikey can't look away, awe swelling in his chest at the sight of you kneeling at his feet. You're perfect like this, he thinks. Pliant. Relaxed. Happy.

"Well?"

"She's- she's perfect, Dee. How did you-"

"Tinkered with my recordings from our fights with Hypno. The science is fascinating, actually, and I was able to isolate and then manipulate th-"

Mikey focuses back on you. He crouches, and you actually lean into his touch when he cups your cheek. It's intoxicating, finally having you look at him like this. Like you wouldn't want to be anywhere but here.

"Hey, pretty girl," he murmurs.

A sudden gasp and whole-body shudder from you catches him by surprise.

"Ah, yes," Dee says, drawing his attention again. "A little perk I put in. Every time you say 'pretty girl', she gets a burst of pleasure. Considering how often I've heard you say it to her in the past, I think she'll be fully conditioned to associate your praise with positive feelings by the time the effects wear off."

"How long does this last?"

"About forty-eight hours, give or take."

Mikey tentatively lowers his hand from your face to your thigh. Your knees immediately spread a little wider, and he smiles. A kiss to your nose earns him a soft noise that makes his heart flutter, and he feels brave enough to press his lips to yours. He kisses you. He kisses you. Slow and gentle, and you let him.

He gets you like this for two days?

"Dee. Thank you."

"No probbles. If you want her like this all the time, I can have Shelldon readminister on a schedule."

Mikey slips one of his hands inside your shorts, beneath your underwear. You're wet for him. He presses both his fingers inside you, kissing you again when it makes you whine. He likes the sounds he's pulling out of you, likes them much more than the sounds you usually make. He likes that he doesn't have to hold your legs apart, doesn't have to tie you up. He can be gentle with you, when you're like this.

"Yeah, I'll- I'll think about it."

Donnie chuckles as he leaves the room, and Mikey stands, pulling you up with him. When he tells you to strip, you do so without hesitation. When he guides you toward the bed, you go along without protest.

He could get used to this.

Mikey guides you on what to do, how to touch him, exactly how to flick your tongue until he drops directly into your mouth. He doesn't have to grip your hair and move you like a toy. He can just tell you to suck, and you obey.

As heavenly as your mouth feels, though, he knows your cunt will feel so much better.

He lines himself up with you and presses inside easily. Tight and warm and wet, he can't believe how good you feel. Delicious friction makes his nerves sparkle, and seeing your eyes roll back as he pumps into you has him churring as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

"Taking me so well, fuck, pretty girl-"

You clench around him, cutting him off with a high-pitched moan. Oh, that's right. He smiles against your skin, whispering about how pretty you are, over and over, how perfect you feel, how well you're doing. Fuck, he loves the way you sound when you come, when he asks you if you want him to keep fucking you and you say yes.

"Tell me you love me," he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

He doesn't care that it takes you a moment to answer. He doesn't care how slurred your voice sounds.

"I love you, Mikey."

Yeah. He could definitely get used to this.

[zigmatism]

Letters to Brenda

I've been on break from daily sketches so have this little bit of writing I did for this piece!

marpenof 16

dear brenda

i hoap this lettir gets to you. leting you no im oke. i went too the mantans and im with hunters now. i hoap you are ding well at scool.

claide

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Nital 2

dear brenda

leting you no im still okey. i fott a wolf by myself. his clas wer very sharp.

i am sory that we got intoo a fite befor i left. i hop your okey in school.

claide

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Altreak 10

dear brenda

sorry for not riting. midwintir was bad wethir. the hunters let me stay in thair loje. 1 of them died from hipe hympr being too cold. im okey.

claide

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Chez 4

dear Brenda

taking a break from the cold. fond a town and im staing in a barn. The farmer dosnt know but i only take wat i need.

Claide

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Ches 14

Dear Brenda,

I met the farmer today. He's a lovely old man named Garius. He caught me writing a letter and graciously allowed me to stay in exchange for helping on the farm. He is also helping me learn to write– this letter is his transcription –with some flair– that I will study before I send it out.

I didn't really like learning to write in school, but the way Garius talks about it makes me more interested. He's been writing his own letters for a very long time. I like when people teach from experience.

I hope school is going well for you,

Love,

Your sister,

Claide Sharpe

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Murtil 4

Dear Brenda,

I've been working alot for Garius. I almost fergot to rite. I learned how to sharpen tools to get reddy for planting. I cut myself on a spade but I'm okay. I also chop wood but it's getting too warm for the fire place now.

Claide Sharpe

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Kythorn 11

Dear Brenda,

We finished planting and fixing up the fences. The horse is really old so it took a while but Garius didn't want to buy a new one. He got a new ax and let me keep the old one. I can probbly fix it with a new handle. He tried teeching me to cook but I don't like the stove. I can still cut up vegables and stuff.

Some angree peple came to the farm and Garius made me hide in the attick. I think they don't like me being here. Garius got them to leeve.

I hope the teachers are being nice to you. I know you won't bite them if they're meen.

Claide Sharpe

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Eleasis 1

Dear Brenda,

I'm still practissing my writing, but Garius needs a lot more help. He fell down really hard during the midsummer festivle, and I helped him move his bed downsters. I hope he gets better before harvest. I wanted to find him a healer but he wanted me to stay on the farm so he could keep teaching me. But he said I should visit you sometime but I don't want to visit unless you want to see me agin. I'll be here if you want to write back.

Love Claide Sharpe

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Marpenoth 4

Dear Brenda,

I hope you are well. Garius healed from his fall, but is still moving slowly. He asked to write for me again. We have almost finished the harvest and are getting prepared to sell it at the market. Garius has made sure I can go in disguise, but I wish I didn't have to– I hate wearing sunhats.

We got a very good crop, and Garius is excited that he may be able to buy some good lumber. He wants to fix up the farmhouse and build me my own room, but I'm probably going to do most of the lifting. I think he should spend it on getting better animals.

I hope you are doing well in school. I forget if there are classes in the summer.

Love,

Your sister,

Claide Sharpe.

P.S.

Brenda, I hope you can take some time out of your life to write to Claide. She is doing well on her own, and I am taking care of her as best I can, but I fear for her safety if I am no longer around. I will try to send her to you if that happens, though she seems to be reluctant.

You have an amazing sister. I hope you two can reconcile whatever separated you. I have been apart from my sons for nine years now. They occasionally send me gifts from whatever big city they are in, but I would love to see them face to face one more time. Don't let that opportunity pass you by.

Garius

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Marpenoth 10

Dear Brenda

We had a really fun time at the market. I got a brand new pocketnife with a saw and an ice pick, and a cool lether holder for my axe. Garius bought a big fresh steak that we ate with leftovers and also a new horse. This one is young but also really short. I don't know if it'll be good at pulling anything.

When we got home he took a bag of money and told me to hide it somewhere only I could reech. Maybe those angry people want to take it.

I really like fresh steak. We should eat fresh steak when I come see you.

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Nightal 1

Garius died in bed. I don't know if he was sick or old. He told me to get the money and horse and run. I almost got caught in the house by the angry people but I chopped down the beam we didn't finish and got away.

I'm not sure where I am. A group of traders let me stay at camp but I didn't want to go with them. I think I need to be alone. I sent this letter with them so I hope you find it.

I'm okay.

Love Claide.

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I don't know

Dear Brenda,

I'm okay. I'm outside a town but they don't seem nice. One of them tried to steal my bag when I went shopping, so next time I can only bring a little bit of gold in. I might just take stuff that they throw away. I don't like being near them.

I need to get stronger.

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Dear Brenda,

I lost an ear. I can still hear though. I just have a hard time balancing. I found a broken trading cart and was picking up leftovers when I got attacked by a big monster. It probably was the thing that broke the cart. Good thing the cart had a healing potion, but it also had a warming potion and I couldn't tell the difference so I'm sweating a lot right now.

It also had a couple weapons. I could only take a short sword and a dagger. I'll practice with them once I can balance again.

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Marpenoth 18

Dear Brenda,

I'm doing good. I got caught by an adventure party that kept me because they needed someone small to get into a cave. We got through and they gave me a cool dager. One of them is named Brumm, I think he's a dworf, and he told me about different kinds of weapons. I think my dagger is a flambear. 

They asked me to help them again, but I didn't like their bard so I stayed in town. I'm helping other people get into small spaces. The bartender lets me sleep in the spare closet. I only take food that people leave behind at the bar. I took a wetstone for my weapons but it's still in the same bilding so it's not stealing.

I'll be here for a while so you can send a letter back if you want.

Love Claide.

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Uktar 15

Dear Brenda,

I'm going to leave here. The party came back. The dwarf is missing and they want help finding him. They let me keep his battle ax until we find him. I will try to come back here when I'm done. I will be okay.

Love Claide

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Uktar 21

Dear Brenda,

We're in a big city. I almost got run over by a cart but the bard saved me, so I hate her less now. I still have to be in disguise but they got me a big scarf instead, which is a lot better than a sun hat. I wish Garius was here. Maybe his sons are here. I don't know what they look like.

I got to buy some throwing knives, but my party took them away because I missed one when practicing and broke a window. I'll have to get them back later.

What are you learning in school? I bet you're really good at reading and writing now. You could probably be a teacher there if you wanted.

Love Claide.

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Dear Brenda,

We're going into a mountain dungeon soon. There's big metal torches outside the doors. I hope there's not a lot more inside. I've gotten some practice with the battle axe, it's heavy but I can make it work. It's not very different from woodcutting. I won't be as good as the dwarf but I'll do my best.

Love Claide

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Dear Brenda,

We found the dwarf but he was actually a bad guy who wanted to use a magic gem to take over the mountain. I beat him because he forgot that fused dwarven steel is harder than tempered standard steel and I broke his sword. I guess cults make you dumb.

The party let me keep his stuff because they said I earned it. The armor doesn't fit me so I'm going to sell it here in town. After that I think I'll travel again. I don't like staying here anymore.

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Dear Brenda,

I'm back at our old home. There's not much there anymore, but all the grass is back and some of the flowers too. I tried fixing one of the huts but the wood was too rotten. Maybe we can fix it up together. Or maybe you don't want to go back. That's okay.

Love Claide.

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Dear Brenda,

I'm okay. I almost got eaten by a big thing that's like a dragon but in the water. I knocked out one of its fangs.

Love Claide.

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Dear Brenda,

I'm okay. I'm staying at a blacksmith's hut for a while. I don't like the forge but I'm in a corner far away from it so I can still watch the anvil. It's pretty cool. I want to make my own weapon some day.

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Dear Brenda,

I'm sorry I'm moving around a lot. I try to go back to places I've been but it's been a long time. I'm not good at keeping track by myself but I think it's been five winters.

Love Claide

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Dear Brenda,

I'm okay.

Love Claide.

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Tarsakh 4

Dear Brenda

I'm okay.

Love, Claide.

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Dear Brenda,

I lost my middle finger flipping off a bandit but I'm okay.

Love Claide.

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Dear Brenda,

I hope you're okay.

Love, Claide

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Dear Brenda,

I hope you're not still mad at me. I think I'm still mad at you, but I know that you just wanted us to be safe. I'm trying to take care of myself. I'm going to come visit the school soon. You don't have to meet me.

Love Claide

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"I'm sorry, dearie, your sister doesn't go to this school."

"Well maybe she graduated."

"I don't see any records of a Brenda Sharpe."

"Then what happened te her??"

"I couldn't tell ya. This school doesn't even accept goblins."

"But we were here! Maybe they just didn't want us on the records."

"Then I'm afraid there's not much I can do."

"What abou' all the letters I sent?"

"If someone isn't here we usually just destroy the mail."

"Why??!?"

"Jus' the way it is, love. Please leave if you're going to cause a scene."

"Ye said yer lookin for a goblin?"

"Aye. My sister. It was a long time ago but we both went to school here."

"Eyyyyy, I think I remember you two. You stayed in Sister Dannes' room, didn'tcha?"

"I think so. You're the janitor right?"

"Well I prefer 'custodian', but yep, that's me."

"Where's Sister Dannes?"

"She's resting in peace now, bless her. Hope she's getting all she deserves for her years of hard work."

"Where's Brenda?"

"I think she left a while ago. 'Bout a year after you did."

"Where did she go?"

"Not sure t'be honest. Probably to a different school."

"Why dinn she stay here?"

"Heh… well, I know you were the troublemaker, but she weren't particularly welcome here either. Dannes was the only one vouching for 'er."

"So she's at a new school somewhere."

"That'd be my guess."

"Thanks."

"Hey, wait a min'! You sure you don't wanna stick around and catch up?"

"No. I've wasted enough time."

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Dear Brenda,

I don't know where you are. I know why you didn't answer my letters now, but I'm still mad. I hope I won't be as mad when I see you, because right now I feel like stabbing you a lot of times. Maybe you feel the same way. I guess if we stab each other it's fine.

I don't even know if you're alive. I don't know where to send this. I'm going to look into more schools until I find you. Or find out what happened to you.

I don't know where to send this, so I guess I'll just keep it. Or throw it away.

I hope you're okay.

Love,

Your Sister,

Claide Sharpe.

[zenphiaaa]

Daylight (Shinsou Hitoshi)

Hitoshi heavily leaned against a nearby wall, "Update?" The pro panted into his ear peice. Despite the mission finally coming to a close, it wasn't over until an agency had declared victory.

"All clear. Green light it!" Bakugou's voice called from the comms. Hitoshi let out a sigh of relief before allowing his body to buckle and fall onto the ground. The bullet that was lodged in his legs hurt so bad like an awful ache that never goes away.

Compared to the last mission however, the wounds he got was nothing. "This is going to suck." The underground hero muttered to himself as he tried to gather the engery to get back onto his feet.

"Whatcha doing?" A new voice called out. Hitoshi whipped his head around and was met with E/C eyes staring mischievous at the other. "That looks awfully bad, don't you agree?" Y/N said with a sly smile on her lips.

Hitoshi chuckled, "You going to stand there and look pretty? Or are you going to offer your asistance?" The pro hero loved the way that Y/N immediately flushed a dark red and started to stammer out a response.

"You really are the worst." Y/N finally manged to groan out but still offered her hand out to the other hero. Hitoshi gratefully took the hand and pulled himself up. "Let's get you patched up and go into the debriefing room." Y/N spoke up as she watched Shinsou wince in pain.

"Ugh, can't wait to deal with the Dynamight Agency." Shinsou sarcastically said as he rolled his eyes. "He's definitely going to yell at me for that window move."

"Well next time maybe don't break a window to a multi-million dollar building? I'm surprised that Bakugou hasn't gotten an extra insurence plan for you. Between the two of you, it seems like your having on contest with Bakugou on who could break the most things." Y/N gently teased the other.

Shinsou chuckled lightly as the duo finally hmade their way out of the building. They had just finished a six long month mission, and had finally captured the target and taken down the traffcking ring. Shinsou was happy that a dangerous criminal was off the street, although that meant he wouldn't get to see Y/N everyday anymore.

With Shinsou being a independant hero he wasn't employed at an agency. Y/N was been signed onto the Dynamight Agency since we debuted. Being heroes already takes up too much time, there probbly won't be a time where he would get to see Y/N again. At least anytime soon.

It was kind of sad really, especially since Shinsou could feel his heart start to hammer away in his chest anytime he looked at the other pro hero. During the last few months Shinsou had found himself thinking about the pro hero at random moments. The moment he woke up to the moment he passed out surrounded by paperwork. His thought were filled with gentle, kind Y/N.

This was probably the last time Shinsou could make a move before it'll be too late. His heart sped up even faster at the thought. It will be the last chance until who knows how long. Shinsou stopped at his tracks, causing Y/N to pause her movements.

"Marry me." He whispered then immediately felt his face flush a bright red while his heart started to jackhammer inside of his chest. A tense quietness filled the hallway as Y/N stared at the other with wide eyes.

"I mean!" Shinsou's voice sounded in a high pitched tone. "Listen, I'll use every fiber of my being to make you happy for the rest of your life." The pro hero met E/C eyes and took in a deep breath, "I want to be the one who will make you happy for the rest of your life."

Shinsou then slowly reached up and gently took Y/N's face into his hands. "Please allow me to." He spoke quietly, the pain in his side forgotten as he stared longingly into Y/N's eyes.

"If I marry you," Y/N started, moving a strand of hair away from the other's face. "You can't pull any of the stuff you did today. I won't be a widow. Love isn't always enough, so I need you to promise me that you'll look after yourself. Cause I don't want to see your death on the five A.M news channel."

Shinsou let out a laugh, "You'll marry me even without dating first?" He pulled the shorter hero closer to him, wearing a smile on his face.

Y/N grinned as she gently patted Hitoshi's cheek, "I mean you did ask the question first. Plus, we've known each other for thirteen years. I already know how you like your coffee, now I just need to see what you eat for dinner."

Hitoshi laughed as the duo finally left the building and was met with the rest of their team.

[t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d]

jus' a lil fic idea i had!!!

so im the kind of person that when they like someone to do GRAND GESTURES!! like bringing treats/gifts/affection stuff like that. but. But I Hate Saying I Actually Like Someone.

and im a rise leo kinnie. right.

anyway. had a reader x leo fic IDEA THAG HAD SUMN LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

basically leo constantly being affectionate to this one person (ahaha fluttering claws like red eared sliders do) but absolutely REFUSING to be like 'oh yeah i like u!!' bc that's LAME.

and reader having to coax it out of him bc he's hopeless and a loser and i love him.

IDK IF I'LL WRITE IT OR NOT BUT. YEAH. MEOWWWSSSS MAYBEMAYBE

idk if ppl react to this then ill probbles make it but NWNCNSJC

[smimon]

I'll probbly write a lot of vent posts this month ahaha let's start with

The worst day of this year, when I was crying and spasming and completely lost all hope, looking so miserable that even my parents who never care about my feelings started to comfort me (how humiliating)

It was my name day, which I wanted to celebrate instead of my birthday because my birthdays always suck and I thought having a special day with traditionally lower expectations will make it hurt less if something goes wrong. Guess what! It didn't work

I'm not superstitious and I will stop celebrating altogether not out of some belief that I am cursed, but simply because I might not survive another disappointment like this, and the possibility for it happening again is unfortunately real

especially since im the only one who tries to prevent it from happening

[sophieinwonderland]

I'm having a crisis (slightly exaggerating) and need advice. I'm a created headmate and not sure I should call myself a tulpa. My reason for existence is a bit problematic; I was created as an online persona to spy on our bullies, and I ended up befriending them. I think the host, who already is a median and has OSDD, accidentally made me my own person as soon as he separated me from himself.

I don't know what to do. My opinions on fiction discourse are so different from the rest of us so I can fit in with people who hate the rest of the system, over things I think are annoying to argue about and even lie about my full stances. I'm neutral enough the bullies like me, but different enough the rest of the system is wary of me. Yet, I'm supposed to blend in with antis to make us more palpable as a singlet when we're not? I share enough consciousness to share knowledge but not enough to share fully memory. They likely wont remember even me talking here. I plan to keep in contact with some of these bullies because I think they are just misguided, but I dont know how to assure the others I'm not going to put us in danger.

I feel so lost. I'm neutral/anti on a lot of things fiction, yet the rest are proship or even more radical in other opinions. Do you have any advice that might help? I even have to lie to my friend group about being pro-endo.

Wow! That's... a lot...

I probbly don't have many good answers as I've never been in that situation or anything like it. But I'll give my advice anyway.

Personally, I think the first thing is to get away from people who are bullying and have bullied your system. It might be hard, but that's a really toxic environment to be in. For all of you.

Cutting ties will be hard at first but I think it will be best in the long run. You deserve to find friends whose friendship isn't contingent on you lying to them. You deserve to be loved and appreciated for who you are.

As for the rest of your system, just talk to them. Regularly. Share your views. Let them share theirs. Work to reach an understanding. Not agreement, necessarily, but a place where you all feel safe co-existing.

[pinkprettycure]

i can respect ppl who wanna leave tumblr but my problm is idk where tf any of my precious mwdh followers would go cuz i already got like most social sites and I been had them and if yall was gonna be there u probbly would be already

maybe I'll open my memberships on squarespace and make some kind of forum asdfaskdjflaskf

[the-firebird69]

You people are as rude as hell and it's true too. You're a **** **** ****. We're gonna have to go after you right now.

there are severral things happening now in charlotte country.

-they remove john r and from top positins well tons of them yes. a nd a few ok. three to be exact. selectmen no. he is a clerk at public works and he is a loser yes. fights now and uses it he says. We're gonna make him pay for his attitude and what he's doing right now that little.**** will not leave our son alone. I'll tell you what he's a **** dead **** He thinks our son is easy prayer or something. I will tell you some He does an addiction. is to try and bring people down. and we did not do that. We're gonna go after him. They're going to take him out. and we're gonna kill him.

-today is huge. the psuedo empire is at it with the clones and mac morlock in space. and it is a huge theatre and was and we take tons of shps including tower ships. we use it too. and eventully the balckships out. ight now they lose the battles steadily. and the psudeo empire will have about 54M ships. three times four months ago ddue to this jerk off trump and he wanting to be president. mac runs for vp. has camilla a puppet really. ok. not good. we see though. this is a huge fight we ready here and need more of us and bitol and goddess wife are called and help good need it now and he hadnt he sees not to tire out the pro grade good.

-they are up in arms over it no are daft good. and here on the ground the rings have several billion about three point four. and it is hell. they die and are at it and call more now. and lose. the psuedo empire retains people. and the glades hard fought oever...and heavy fighting. misc fights them too and minority morlock. there. not much in the rings yet true.

it is a big day. the fleets are at it bja tommy f and misc and some ohters down to 26M anad counting and slowly desientigrates. macs fleet probbly will be 42M and grow after build after and we shall too.

-trulmp loses cities in the east and we tally it this eve

-trump loses stach and cache and we tally that. bja will be at 35 blows five today mb prob not ok tommoorow no.

-ppl aer impatient bu see it in soon and mac proper are not below many. only about 5%

or ten percent

now we rolll herre an the torm is up shrotly and may turn in

Thor Freya

Olympus

God i hope not

Hera good he says

[fatedreamsend]

The journal of Anise Greenleaf, Entries #33, #34 and #35

[Note from Anise's player: I started this as a writing experiment waaay back near the start of the campaign as a way to try to explore Anise's character a little and give her some backstory from before the started. I hand wrote it in an actual journal because I thought it would be fun. These are scans of the journal.]

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Transcription below the cut:

1/25/2004

I miss the summer. Winter has its charms of course, but in the summer there are no bloody snow drifts. I can't keep myself busy with the garden, and there aren't as many customers either. I'm half tempted to turn this place into a coffee shop instead of a potion shop.

Auntie Marion is visiting right now. Which is great! I love her to bits! But Uncle Heath and the cousins are busy with her and since there aren't as many people around, well, I get lonely. At least Ignatius is here. And yeah, I guess this is a good time to stock up on the potions that don't spoil quickly. But, still. It feels like nothing is ever going to happen. It's so still, all the time.

2/15/2004

I don't know why I thought that trusting Buck AGAIN was a good idea. But I did. He set me up on a date with another one of his tiefling friends.

I'll admit I could have tried to be in a better mood and I don't think I gave him a fair shot. But he came on way too strong and he was super touchy feely. He did eventually back off and apologize so there is that but just, ugh.

Buck, you need better friends.

I was also a bit cranky from having to tell so many dumb kids that no, I do not sell love potions and I cannot make them. The best I could do would be a potion to give them a little boost to their charisma. Little shits.

Maybe I should just stay single forever.

2/20/2004

Business has picked up over the last week. I found that to be a little odd, to say the least, after the relative lull in business all winter - Valentines nonwithstanding. I'm making a bigger sign for next year. They probbly won't read it. Anyway, I finally decided to ask a couple of the Clock Tower mages that came in what all the fuss was about. Well, apparently some huge ritual over in Japan went horribly wrong and an entire town vanished last week. Not as in the people left or the town was destroyed - the entire town just vanished overnight. That's got all of Clock Tower in a tizzy, especially the Lords. And when people panic they want to stock up on supplies. The Botany department has been overrun with requests for potions, and so they are starting to branch out to other potion shops in the area. And wouldn't you know it, good ol' Sir Reginald recommended my shop. Yay.

On to Entries #36, #37 and #38

[someonebehindthescreen]

Something I have never understand is the answer to that question

Like if I wasn't ace(or arro) but just haven't met the right person.... Welll, then I'll probbly not be ace/arro.... And that's it... But meanwhile... Why not identify with it if it makes me feel better?

"What if you just haven't found the right person!"

What if I stabbed you until you bled out <2

[turtlecleric]

I'm pretty sure I've gotten through All of your fics in the last couple of days and ohhhhh my god your writing is so fucking good. All of your characterizations are so on point, your narratives are so heartbreaking, your word choices are amazing - all of it is so GOOD. It's amazing so see someone actually writing for 2007, too. Personal favs: Just For Me, Not Your Fault, Doomsday (this fic is EVIL for my own sanity I have to pretend Raph explained everything to reader and it turns out okay off screen), Beat Past Tense, Sleepy (I have a massive crush on Rise Raph and I've been sad lately so this made me so, so happy), I See You, What Did I Do (again, heartbreakingly effective and makes me want to scream and write an unrealistically upbeat follow up, but that would betray the feeling of the original lol), Pretty Girl (I respect the shit of writing a genuinely terrifying fic and still having Donnie use the phrase "no probbles". Too many angst writers ignore that these boys are goofy as hell and you don't. I love you for it!), & What (I love when the reader dies for some reason??).

Idk I don't have a point to this ask but I fucking love your writing and I wish you the absolute best. If you could toss some more Rise Raph out I would be eternally grateful but you write everything so impossibly well that I will eat up all your work. Cheers!! 💕💌

Oh my goddddd whehhhhhh (<- me crying) thank you so much!! This is incredibly kind of you 🥺🥺🥺 I'm so glad you enjoyed!!

A fic of mine?? EVIL???? Never... 😈

I tried so hard to write a followup to What Did I Do, but I was only writing it because people asked for a second part rather than because I actually wanted to, so it never really got anywhere. Alas. I did try!

Yesss the boys ARE goofy!!!! I like writing and reading them with much darker and more serious personalities, but I also like it when it's just the few aspects that are different from their canon selves. They're silly lil guys!!! Who are willing to [redacted] because they are so obsessed with you! Isn't that great? :D

Oh man, 2007... such a good iteration fr. Nightwatcher Raph is so.......... hhhhhhhh I'm fine (lie). I had started something for him that Keisha reportedly thinks about a lot (hehe) but then I got distracted. Maybe I should work on it next... hm. Things to think about.

Rise!Raph is truly a sweetheart. If I didn't have such intense brain worms over Donnie and Leo, he'd definitely get the spotlight more often. But I'll try regardless!! For you and all the other Raph lovers hehe 🥰

Thank you again for such a sweet message!! I really, really appreciate it. I hope you're doing well, nonnie! 💕

[sweetlittleoreo]

You guys..

So like,,, I have a side cut

Also someone (cough @melodramatic-ass ) said I look like marceline...

So what if,,,, I,,,,

Oop,,,

What if I,,, cosplay her,,, on purim,,,,,,,,,, or in a Con...

I can do that....

[taskforcedistortion]

Oh no!! They're (play) fighting!!! Oh the humanity!!!! Won't someone stop this madness?!?

Maxie is laughing quite a bit with all the dogs being silly, "Likely, haha. Maybe they should be brought outside, I would rather not have the rug burnt from a stray ember ha." Maxie gets up, stretching a bit, "I'll bring down Cassandra and Archie... maybe we could make dinner while you two are outside with the Pokemon."

Cassy is laughing a bit now, mainly because of the Eevee story, still rather red but hey! She's out of the Mightyena's fur now! Her smile is kinda goofy looking, more of a lopsided smirk than anything. "We should probbly move down stairs, I can hear the pups barkin thir heads off hah."

Yenyen got off Cassy to let her get up, as Archie stretched.

[Closed starter for @pokemonveterinarian, @taskforcedistortion and @chaosfankids]

It's a quiet and calm early morning, nothing hinting at the slight chaos that was about to happen.

A portal appeared right behind Saint, something picking it up and moving him to the portal-... before pausing-

"Ah, how discourteous of me, do you need to obtain anything to bring with you before I transport you to your fathers?" It's Oblivion- at least, that's easy to guess with how it's speaking, clearly accidentally being scary, putting Saint down and looking at it with a tilted head... not unlike a dog pokemon.