can’t believe people are still arguing about rpf. it’s like playing dolls but mentally. and yes i’m going to make them scissor. but don’t worry! it’s not fucking real!
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I need to get my laptop fixed so i can play strive with all sounds off except the voices so i can figure out what makes testament moan im not doing that on my tv
Anyway I have purged my queue of Ace Attorney (I posted it all, enjoy the the massive wall of nonsense from me.) So now it's just miscellaneous and then The New Brainrot.
There's already an image of one of these clowns on here so enjoy that.
But anyway... It's Vanitas Time.
I am unhinged about all of the characters but I am becoming absolutely unwell about the titular Vanitas himself.
He's an asshole and I like him so much.
He's unhinged. He's so disingenuous and so repressed but he's so bad at keeping his feelings in. I swear sometimes he's just dissociating in the middle of a conversation.
He's a bastard and a bitch. He hates both vampires and humans for their cruelty but not nearly as much as he hates himself.
He has completely given up on life and is sustaining himself purely on spite and guilt. He makes people hate him on purpose.
He is kind but not nice. He is the embodiment of that cat knife meme, you know the one. He is babygirl and pathetic little meow meow. I want to send him to therapy.*
His vibes are constructed entirely out of red flags. He's a bisexual man that you want to keep 20 feet away from all women at all times because geeeeez my guy learn to behave yourself. He's a sarcastic prick. He's incomprehensibly traumatized.
I want to run him over with a freight train. I want to wrap him up in a homemade quilt and give him a cup of hot cocoa. I want someone to hold him tenderly. I want that twink obliterated (gayly).
He looks and acts like a feral alley cat. His outfit is simultaneously iconic and absurd. I think he stole someone's gender. He wears gloves with claws on them.
He is terrified of genuine connection yet he craves intimacy so badly. He is a massive pile of trust issues.
He is doomed by the narrative, he is running out of time, he is destroying himself through every step of his objective. He knows he will likely destroy himself before he can ever succeed. He is terrified of losing his humanity. He calls his objective vengeance but I'm pretty sure it's actually absolution.
There is something very very wrong with him.💖💜💙
*(I want to send all of these characters to therapy.)
Sir, this is reader insert fan fiction. It's the ultimate self-indulgent wish fulfillment fiction. Of course the Reader is special you walnut, they're kissing Kylo Ren!
so i had the fucking pizza tower equivalent of prunsel pretty much
so prunsel. we know him. we love him. the big floating eyeball guy.
so i fucking remember when i was new to pizza tower and all that i didn't know who noise was. so i look at a youtube comment saying 'oh i remember i thought the noise was gonna be the final boss' and honestly the name 'The Noise' put some fucking thoughts into my brain so i vividly remember thinking 'The Noise' was a fucking like. self aware thing?? i guess?
ok so basically it was
completely out of place thing. like very ominous.
no music. no cutscenes. no animations.
it's just a big black square that has like off-colored things around the edges like when a texture doesn't render on a model. and it just.
was there.
about 1 1/2the size of peppino.
and so i fucking look up 'the noise pizza tower' expecting the worst
Testament’s “liquor (theyre a non-drinker)” hobby perplexes me. Like is it mixology then. I hope its mixology. I know theyre serving up shit that produces ominous vapor in the shape of a skull. Perfectly safe though