#kinda I mean it's a poem

[dreamcatcherwriting]

Happy Birthday Ranboo! (A Poem By Your -*koffkoff*- Esteemed -*koffkoff*- DreamCatcher)

I also sent this to them in an ask but um yeah.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RANBOO! This is probably late due to timezones BUT it is still your birthday for me here! I hope you had a great time and that you enjoy this absurd poem I wrote.

-genloss spoilers included-

Happy birthday Ranboo!

Another year survived,

Of bringing silly laughter

Into lots of peoples’ lives

Happy birthday, Ranboo!

Another year escaped

Of barking and spiked boxes

And of moistly failed cakes

Happy birthday Ranboo!

You bring happiness to all

By making frozen ice cream

And exploring empty malls.

From Resident Evil mods

With pandas and banana guns

To sleepy streams and soundboards

And the backrooms, oh what fun.

After years of waiting,

It was Ranboo rebrand time

A new era realm of content

Time for silliness to shine

We were so excited that

We nearly hit the moon-

Bouncy little us-puffs and a lofi Ranboo tune

And that’s not all, you also

Finally chose to make a cake

It was very wet and hydrated,

But you don’t know how to bake.

So sadly it emerged

Fit enough to kill a king—

With extra frosting, lacking eggs

This abominable thing.

I almost forgot Generation Loss

Three silly painful streams

As it slowly changed from funny

To the most terrifying scenes.

From the cabin to the warehouse

To the final Choice

We were forced to listen

To the anguish in your voice.

And in the end I’m sad to say

Your doting viewers voted “die”

I guess we just can’t stand to see

Our beloved streamer cry.

Hooray! A year of Ranboo!

What a silly, silly time—

I hope I have commemorated it

In this endless rhyme

Now here is to another

Hundred years of Ranboo fun—

Please don’t eat uranium

When you decide your time is done.

We love you Ranboo!

Have an awesome day!

Never stop being silly,

Or making wet, moist cakes-

Okay?

-DreamCatcher

[evol-astraea]

Riveder le stelle.

Inspired by Divine Comedy, Inferno, Canto XXXIV, line 139.

[existennialmemes]

Just sitting in my little house. Doing my little tasks. The world is burning. My laundry's done. Making my little posts on the internet. The world has 14k less children in it.

Don't make a commotion. Don't Name The Horrors. Emptying the dishwasher. Making dinner. Record temperatures in the Ocean.

Filling my taxes. Saving up for grocery shopping. No more community testing for a malady that's not stopping.

Just a Very Very Normal, Well Regulated Society. Wandering politely from catastrophe to catastrophe.

[krash-8]

something something i am terribly sad for my age and i think it might be a little in my head, or uncalled for, or my hand on my friends pantry doorknob as she tells me i can eat whatever i want because we’re at her house now (which warms me inside more than i want to tell her, and that fact is starting to burn) or cookie dough i made for the first time in the middle of the night because it’s easy and people like it and it’s a way to say i love you without actually telling. im glad i know my way around a kitchen but im not too sure when i learned. i’m pretty good so long as i don’t leave the stove on; i’m forgetful when it matters but i remember when it counts. i’m not too sure when i learned.

i want to cook for you, and i want you to like it, and i want my head to stay calm when i think of my body and how I could be spending this time to fix my grades and I need to do better at a lot, and most of all i want to cook for you and i want you to like it and i want so hard to believe my kitchen is any kitchen where i open the pantry and feel like that’s fine. i want to feel like that's fine.

don’t you wish milk was cheaper, and eggs, and the water bill and the price of gas so we can leave? don’t you wish it was easier for a kid who isn’t quite right to get a job around here? don’t you wish the job could pay for any of that at all, or at least be something worth my time? i think I'd like to be somewhere near you for at least forever. I wish I was always sure you loved me back and I was able to manage to drop eggs one way or another without the end of the world. i can make myself useful and bring you something I worked on to prove i love you, and I promise I'm trying, I'm not sure for what, but I know I really really want to stick around so please please let me, and do you still mean the thing you said about me being able to eat from your pantry? when do you want me home? I love you, so I can make us something nice.

[morgleaf]

from page 10 of tender buttons by gertrude stein

[chotachica]

If you ever feel like some of your headcanons are "bad" bc it wouldn't make ""enough sense"" in canon for anyone other than you just remember I started to headcanon Pluto (from the Nevermore webtoon) as TRANSFEM and mentally made a number of several points on how It could make any kind of sense storywise .just purely because I can. Nothing else. It actually does NOT make sense in canon in any way OTHER than in my !! delusional plot holed mind. Still I really seem to like it and apparently cannot get it out of my head at all so it is what it is ig

[reel-fear]

MIKE BLOCKED ME ON TWITTER FOR ROASTING HIS DUMBASS RESPONSE TO THE GRAPHIC NOVEL STUFF!!

grown ass man scared of the 19-year-old queer being mean to him over his public meltdown more at 8.

[aweirdbugcreature]

Only you. Always you. A Human Being

Happy Pride Month!! I actually made this for a poem I wrote the other day, and while I was painting it, I noticed the feathers looked a lot like the nonbinary flag, so I also decided to incorporate the genderqueer flag colors in there.

I'll probably repost this in my other account where I make art, with the poem. But I also wanted to put it here alone with the title only first.

[wavebiders]

Thinking about how most of the time when you have the option to stay quiet during a companion quest you get approval for letting them handle it and sometimes even get disaproval for talking over them

And then with Shadowheart's quest speaking up with Viconia not only gives a +5(while *keep silent* gives nothing) but also if you don't do that she will look genuinely scared when Viconia asks you to hand her over

[rebouks]

Okay! Time to spill the tea, except it's not really tea, it's more like lukewarm juice aka my future plans and some more ramblings.. ahem ⚆_⚆

First of all, I wanna say just how much I enjoyed creating Somnium. It all started during lockdown... I found myself working from home full-time, I had the perfect excuse to be the homebody I was born to be, I had a lot of time on my hands, and once I found simblr I couldn't resist joining in. It didn't take too long before I decided to hop on the storytelling train and before I knew it, I had a new hobby! Except.. that hobby kinda consumed me. I didn't even know where it was going to begin with, but the more involved I got, the more obsessed I became. Hyperfixations amirite?

The point being.. I think I spent a little too much time on Somnium, which left me little time for much else and I don't want to fall down that hole again. In the future I'd like to challenge my perfectionism! What does that mean? Well, it means not making poses for every scene, it means not being restricted by a complicated overarching plot that requires forced filler scenes and timelines and needs to make sense, it means less dialogue, or gasp! no dialogue at all, it means not getting hung up on continuity with editing and g-shade and font style and blah blah etc etc. I'd even like to incorporate some gameplay too, since I miss just.. playing now n' then.

I want the freedom to think of something silly, or weird, or completely off topic and to be able to run with it instead of being bound by a plot that needs to progress. Am I making sense? I hope I'm making sense. Basically, I'm calling this next venture a "story not story" because rather than it having one large plot, it's going to be more like clusters of subplots with some gameplay, weirdness or silliness in between...

Forever In Between will kick off around about two years after the events of Somnium. Mostly focused on Oscar and his family, we'll join them on the journey of life as Robin and his siblings grow up in the Bay.

We'll also spend some time with other favourites too like Noah n' co. Salton, Ivan & Bruno, Suzie, Miya & [redacted] and Matilda, among others! Maybe we'll even see what Wyatt's up to at some point 👀 As we all know, life isn't always sunshine and rainbows, but Forever In Between (or fib for short) will be a lot less heavy, though hopefully no less interesting!

Obviously, I don't have any set plans but I have a few specific scenes and ideas in mind already, as well as some vague subplots planned for most, if not all of the main characters from Somnium.

Also! Although Oscar is very much still a main character, he'll be sharing the spotlight with Robin too, as I have a lot in mind for that special lil' guy.. tehe!

So, what's next?! I want to make a lil promo before I start and then I've gotta.. y'know, actually start working on it. I have the first few scenes in mind but then we're wingin' it baby! The best plan is no plan and all that... I'm being kind to myself though, so idk when we'll start, real soon though!

I've already given everyone makeovers and gotten a few of the main builds out of the way, enough for me to get started at least, and I'd like to make a new navigation/pinned post too.

I wanna be more organised as well, so story posts will be tagged as "forever in between" & "fib" and bloopers, extras, builds, cas pics etc etc. will be tagged as "fib" & "fib extras"!

Okay.. I think that's it. See you soon! 👋

[fakeoldmanfucker]

she looked at

me at the end...like a child, looking to her

father

but i was never

[navysealt4t]

death

[iroissleepdeprived]

Excuse me.

"Odysseus didn't get to see his son's childhood, so instead he takes the childhood of another son, another child too young to understand why."

???? How can you just drop this like it's nothing ?? I hope you are aware of what this did to me. I shall be sitting in the corner and contemplating this. Screaming crying throwing up. Shedding bitter tears even

My thoughts were all over the place last night, but I'm glad I managed to make you feel things hahaha

Let's hold hands and cry together

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

'' S̶A̶L̶T̶ ̶L̶I̶C̶K̶ ''

t̲r̲i̲u̲m̲p̲h̲ ̲r̲i̲n̲g̲s̲ ̲b̲e̲a̲u̲t̲y̲.̲

–

. . .

Akin to my personal salt lick,

I split open my tongue

On what I say.

Is it a revel?

I'll never use my verbal voice again.

My lips will never twitch,

Maybe only to crack a smile.

An inevitable smirk, a triumph

In the face of my enemies.

"Shut up!" they cry.

Never, I respond in kind.

I will leave behind my legacy

Of

Words.

I will be one with the immortal figures of history,

the Ones who Wrote,

Scribbled,

Scratched,

Typed,

Spoke.

I am no dog.

I won't be kicked aside.

I will break, over and over again until

I am unbreakable.

My throat will be slit,

My vocal chords shredded,

My tonsils removed by

The clawed hands of

Iniquity —

But my voice.

Oh, my beautiful,

Timeless,

Voice,

Will live on for the strongholds to come.

They will be carried by the winds of

My whistles and whispers.

Be strengthened by the

Gust of my Roars,

Sweetened, Charmed

By my serenades.

My heart was touched by an oath,

And a legend it will stand to be.

It probably couldn’t have been stopped, anyway.

Triumph.

Ring true for me.

Never, ever end.

[creatediana]

"Lines Written Hastily on Someone Else's Desk" - a poem written 3/27/2024

I have to sneak into your desk— I've calculated every risk— I have to test out all your pens and blot out with them my chagrins. I have an urge for every ink— for every mark I make I rank the color and the thickness.—In my rainbow correspondent brain this is the peak of knowledge—yes, the summit of my study's bliss. I snoop and steal to these fair ends— my paper keeps exotic winds.

[oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat]

Healing, Little Lamb, is Bravery: An Original Poem

To heal is to molt skin alike serpents

To enter a cocoon alike moths

To watch a self peel away like dead skin

You clung to the past like

dead tree bark to its tree,

though it hurts to hold

and hurts to let go. 

To heal is to make real of things inexpressible 

To give broken hearts a cast like broken bones

To cry and scream and bleed ink in dramatics

You fought for your mind’s solace, 

only to realize solace isn’t what

you bore. You bore a tormented child

like they were a torn-up teddy bear. 

A little lamb fallen prey

to the wolf’s antics. 

Poor lambs bear no comfort. 

Poor lambs hold no smiles.

Poor lambs feel no rest. 

To heal isn’t always happy 

or relieving. 

To heal is to hurt.

And perhaps it’s more alike postwar new normals

than anything else.

Hurt and pain and trauma were the war,

one you survived so diligently. 

Persistence and resilience in the face

of things worse than horror stories. 

Poor lambs show true bravery

because it’s the truest bravery when breathing

while terrified and paranoid.

It’s the truest bravery to breathe

while the truest monsters live in your home

and feed on everything you are. 

It’s truest bravery to heal, poor little lamb, and

you’re the bravest of them all.