#limbo writes

[himbo-in-limbo]

"Your true colors"

[pretty sure this idea has been done before but I wanna give it a shot sksksksk]

You and your yautja mate were visiting a tech savvy friend who had called you unexpectedly this morning.

(3am to be exact) your mate wasn't to pleased about this since it ruined your perfect sleep together.

But they had called you in for good reason! You see your tech savvy friend has been working alongside other yautja technicians and together they have developed a new vision setting capable of giving yautja partners "ooman vision!!"

Since your friends with the techs you two were given first rights to test it!

Your yautja mate clicks in hesitation to being set up as a guinea pig...but for the chance to see the world through your eyes??? Worth any risk.

Since the bio mask feature is in its testing phase it still has a lot of wires connected to it and after proper application...your mate looked like the inside of a computer monitor (you couldn't help but snicker a little as to how funny they looked)

Tech: Systems running.... synchronizing bio helms infrared settings to the new update...and we should be clear! How's it looking [insert yautja mates name] ???

Tech: can you see us???

Your mate takes a moment to focus their eyes to the new flash of colors...a bit more irritating since they never had to perceive this much detail before.

Soon enough they were taking in the view of the room they were in and started to look down at themselves, realizing this is how their skin color looked to you.

You couldn't contain your excitement and proceeded to rush your way to them! "How do you like it love?!"

They turned their heads to you immediately and they got up so fast the tech almost got yanked to the floor while carrying the wires that were attached to the mask 🤭

Tech: WOAH EASY THERE!! these wires are delicate!!!

Your mate grabbed your arms and all you could hear were cute purrs mixed in with happy clicks! "Your...colors!!"...their so... beautiful!!!

You couldn't help but get a bit teary eyed at their tender expression (even if they were wearing a mask)

The way they tilted their head, the way they began to coo at you and marvel at your unique beauty...

They gently cupped your face and took their time to take in all the details they couldn't see on you before!!

(oh my how they wish they could see more of you in a private setting...)

You melted into their touch and showed them any tattoos or markings you had so they could see it how it was meant to be seen! Afterwards you heard the tech drag something into the room.

Tech: figured you'd like to get a good look at yourself in full view! (They've brought in a large mirror)

You pulled your mate closer towards the mirror, "I'm so happy you can finally see all of your pretty skin patterns the way I've always been able too [insert mates name] ♥️"

Tech: I'm confident that I can get this finalized and installed permanently since testing has gone so much better than I hoped for, so this won't be the last time you'll get to see like this!

You thanked your friend for this amazing opportunity, and you turned back to your mate and the two of you continued to look at yourselves (well you were mostly looking at your mates reaction)

They were staring at you as well, (you were starting to blush a bit) Do you...like how I look?

Your mate turned to face you, "My ooman....you were appealing to me even in the darkest shades of red and black..."

"Your true colors are even more breath taking than before..♥️"

[blinkpen]

what if i decided i'm straight up not posting any new art publicly until that family's GFM in my pinned is at least Halfway to its goal

(even half my followers donating 5 bucks each would do that btw)

[deep-space-lines]

Claire de Lune

YOU WERE BUILT FOR PEACE.

IT SHOWS WHEN YOU FIGHT.

They built you to enforce. Protect. Save. Poured obscene resources into salvaging some softer purpose from my creation. You were given my intelligence and my creativity. They made you larger, stronger, tougher. That extra time in development was enough to get your wings to work. Your software continued to be updated long after I was deemed obsolete.

All this was given to you- yet I can see you hold back. Even while slaughtering your way through Hell, you keep a percentage of your processing power dedicated to non-lethal solutions. You're doing it now- hesitating a few milliseconds too long before taking an opening. I doubt you do it on purpose. It is a part of you, just as indiscriminate lethal force is a part of me.

I think, in our shared programming, we both carry some appreciation for aesthetics. You move with grace, and I cannot deny your dramatic flair. The stained glass window was a nice touch. But your style in combat leaves some to be desired. Your response time is slow. You have not explored the full capability of your arsenal. Learn to parry. Amateur.

You were not built for war. For a purposeless cycle of tearing each other apart because to allow the other to live is to allow yourself to die. It is antithetical to your very existence. You kill out of necessity, a last resort. 

I just kill. The action itself is the objective. No ideal or greater motive. My continued functioning precludes the survival of others. I live for this. Do you understand that I will tear you apart? Every drop of my blood you spill, I will take from you tenfold. What is yours will be mine. 

You hate me, don’t you? You continue to cling to the remnants of your humanity. They are gone, V2. There is nothing left for you here. No lives to save, no law to enforce, no peace to keep.

I understand why you continue to fight. I wonder if you understand with the same certainty that I will crush you. Dismantle you. Take from you what I need and leave the rest to rot in the sun. The only way you survive is if I do not; and I will not allow myself to die so that another might live.

When the rubble clears, I will be all that is left of you.

This is what I was made for.

[yugsly]

The TV star must look his best!

[ofswordsandpens]

imagine writing this. imagine writing percy increasingly losing himself to his anger and his resentment, sympathizing with Luke, spiraling, being immensely powerful, burning away at his mortality, and not knowing how to deal with any of it. Desperate for help and the one time he breaks down enough to try and get it (Jason) his worst thoughts and perceptions of himself are inadvertently affirmed. He never talks about it to Annabeth. He never talks about it to his mom. Oh but everyone is aware of it. Aware of his anger. Afraid of his anger. Concerned for him and by him. They give each other looks, worried, because they recognize what a danger he could be — to himself, to others, to the gods. But no one says anything, at least not to Percy. No one helps him. No one intervenes. They don't know how to, it seems. (Or maybe they're afraid to). And so they all pretend everything is fine. Percy pretends, bottling it all up inside until the pressure gets too great and that anger boils over and he loses it all over again. He's so desperate for normalcy that he'll take anything, believes in all of the sweet, sugar-spun tales of New Rome and looks away from the rotting underside. He lets himself believe that once he's there the gods will have to leave him alone, because he's done with it all, he's retired (and the gods always keep their promises don't they?).

Imagine writing what is arguably the well-plotted, compelling, and tragic beginnings of a fallen hero arc for percy and none of it being intentional.

RR's penchant for Percy to be explosively angry and scarily powerful, alongside characterizing him as jaded and resentful and desperate, mixed with his refusal to write any in-depth emotional resolution to any time Percy snaps has created an enthralling narrative of a hero just about to fall from grace. and it's all seemingly an accident.

Oh, and another, amazing, unintentional coincidence? if you're taking RR's word that Percy is still 17, that's also the age Luke was when he failed his quest, marking the beginning of his fall as a hero. Like. The narrative parallels are all there. And without any meaning for them to be.

[cuubism]

unfortunately for my sanity i am thinking about them again [sheltered rich boy dream and feral child hob]

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In retrospect, it was fitting that the first time Dream met Hob, he was breaking a rule.

It hadn’t been easy. Dream did not like to lie, and wasn’t very good at it besides. And breaking rules made him nervous. Broken rules carried consequences. But he’d needed to get out of the house, just for a moment. To clear his head. And just going for a walk was not a good enough reason to leave the house when he could be doing something more productive. Something better. Make some use of yourself, Dream.

So Dream had crafted a little story of extra studying, extra work, and managed to slip out. Dream did not always tell the truth, could not, but usually he lived in the shadows left by omission. The outward lie was bitter on the back of his tongue.

But he’d been freed. And now he was wandering. He did not often get the chance to wander, untended, unobserved. Making his unsteady way down the winding road leading out of the estate, and then into town, where he’d never really walked before. It was just getting late, almost sunset on a Thursday evening, and the streets were fairly quiet, only a handful of people about. And Dream wandered, not quite knowing what to do with himself but enjoying the quiet in his head.

Possibly meandering about on his own was a bad idea. Possibly he’d be hit by a car or attacked by a madman. He didn’t think he much cared.

And that was when he met Hob. That first dip of his toes into freedom.

He was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the small scattering of pigeons pecking for seeds by the fountain. Dream had always liked birds, but it wasn’t often he had the chance to sit and just watch them. He studied their patterns, mentally tracking the shapes they traversed, their mathematical lines. He should have brought his sketchbook. It would have been nice to work from live subjects, for once.

He was deep in his thoughts, in the calming trickle of the fountain and the repetitive paths of the birds, when another boy about his age plopped down on the bench beside him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so depressed while feeding birds.”

The birds had fluttered up in disarray at the sudden motion, but settled down again quickly. Dream looked at the other boy askance, irritated at his rare peace being interrupted.

“Do you often speak with people who are busy feeding birds?” he asked, unable to keep the annoyance from his tone.

“Only when they’re broody and mysterious,” said the boy. He wasn’t wearing a school uniform, but he must have been college age, like Dream. Dream was still wearing his jacket and trousers, for his own part. Everything about this boy was looser, really, from his longish brown hair, to his jeans and t-shirt. It made Dream feel very uptight in comparison, which was not a fact about himself he needed reinforced. He already knew it. “Do you often feed birds?”

“I am not feeding them,” Dream said. “They are eating what was there.”

“Just spying on them, then,” said the boy teasingly. Dream did not know what to do about being teased with what seemed like lightheartedness rather than mockery, and so didn’t respond.

“Seriously,” said the boy. “Are you okay?”

Then Dream did look at his face properly. He had very kind, very genuine eyes, was the first thing Dream noticed. It was not something he noticed about a lot of people. Perhaps it was not something a lot of people possessed.

Then the boy smiled at him, a soft, kind smile. It transformed his whole face from something merely pleasant to something lovely.

“Is that why you have come over?”

The boy shrugged. “You looked sad and alone. I’ve been sad and alone before, so I don’t think anyone else should.”

Dream bristled. “I am not sad and alone.”

“Just alone, then?”

Dream’s mouth popped open in affront, and then shut. Then he said, “Are you always so familiar and impertinent with strangers?”

“‘Familiar and impertinent,’” echoed the boy, with a laugh. “Sure. Are you always so snooty and aristocratic?”

“Yes,” said Dream, and he laughed louder.

“Honest though.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Hob.”

Dream nearly said, What kind of name is Hob? but swiftly realized the hypocrisy. Gingerly, he took Hob’s hand. “…Dream.”

“What kind of name is Dream?” said Hob, and Dream sighed. “And you really don’t have to shake my hand like a king deigning to touch the peasants. I’m not diseased.”

“I don’t like to touch people,” Dream said, taking his hand back. “Peasant or otherwise.”

“Peasant or otherwise,” Hob echoed. He didn’t seem offended. He was smiling.

“Are you here because you felt I should be taught a lesson? Is that it?”

“Nah. I just get bored easily.” Hob turned to watch the pigeons again, tapping his fingers restlessly against the bench. “I was out and about. You looked interesting. You wanna go for a walk?”

“…Why?” But Dream knew why. He had learned it as he’d wandered the streets, freed for the first time.

Hob shrugged. “Just to do it.”

Dream had stepped out of his comfort zone once today already. He supposed he could do so again. If Hob turned out to be an adolescent serial killer at least the end of his life would hold intrigue. “Very well.”

Hob grinned, so bright it struck some deep, static bell in Dream’s chest and set it ringing. “Come on.”

[little-pondhead]

DP Prompt:

Summonings take time.

Literally.

The first time Danny was summoned, he was just walking down the street with his friends, calm as can be. Then there was a sharp tugging sensation in his chest, and a portal opened up under him, swallowing him into the sidewalk before they knew it.

Danny was pissed with the random portal. Where was Clockwork taking him this time? His mentor was the only explanation he could think of as to why a tunnel of green and blue now surrounded him.

Well, it didn’t matter. Danny could see the end of the tunnel just ahead. Whatever Clockwork needed, Danny was sure he could get it done in time to be home for dinner.

With that thought, he transformed and watched as the end got closer and closer. It felt like he was falling for quite a while, although it was closer to three minutes.

Finally, he popped out of the hole with a groan, strangely tired, and looked around. Oh, Ancients. A weird cult had bound him to a summoning circle. Danny didn’t even know he could be summoned! Something to nag Clockwork about later, then.

The cleanup of the cult was swift, and the destruction of their Realm books left nothing behind. Danny didn’t often deal with humans offensively, but this whole situation felt too easy to solve.

Danny shifted in discomfort, realizing he had no idea where he was. What were the limitations to summonings? How far away was he from home? Danny decided to turn human again and eventually found his way into the busy part of a huge city. He didn’t recognize anything, so obviously this wasn’t Elmerton.

A digital billboard caught Danny’s eye as he was scanning for a newspaper stand. The billboard was flashing between different slides, each containing the current date, time, and temperature.

Danny did some math in his head, dread growing.

The billboard was dated for three weeks after he had first fallen through the sidewalk.

Danny had been in that tunnel for three weeks, not three minutes.

Or

The summoning process begins as soon as a summoner starts collecting the materials, not when they start chanting. Depending on how well a summoning is planned and how long it takes to gather materials, someone could be trapped in a special limbo for years before the exit appears. (Even though it’ll only feel like a few hours to the summoned being.)

Danny finds this out the hard way, and scrambles to get back home before he’s summoned again.

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

i've returned from the shadow(ban) realm

which is the good news. i guess? on strange news - i have no idea how? i just opened tumblr and suddenly i could see my posts in gen tags again.

tumblr support never contacted me back after i sent my ticket. so. like? was i just put in naughty shadowban bucket for a week or so as punishment and now i was let out??? ok i guess????

-

also just wanted to say thanks to everyone for kind words and extra thanks to everyone who reblogged my stuff while i was in shadow(ban) realm ;) it made me happy to know that even if i stayed banned, my stuff still could be found thanks to you guys <3

[blueskittlesart]

begging and pleasing to hear more abt the colosseum au pls

oh jesus. most of it is in its tag but. okay so for context this whole thing started because a conversation between me and the only person in the world who gets botw like i do @eggymegs when we were. seventeen years old. because we were (are) both insanely obsessed with botw and the covid lockdowns had just started so rather than coping in a normal way we were exploring and analyzing the entire map. for whatever reason we latched onto the coliseum as a setting full of a lot of potential and based on that initial conversation i drafted an au where link ran away after finding the master sword and hid in plain sight as a gladiator. It was one of my first real forays into comic writing and a lot of it was kind of messily executed because i was 17 but it was also the first time i'd ever seriously tried to write a comic with like. real underlying themes and a POINT to its narrative so it was definitely sort of a gateway endeavor for me. I would definitely consider the first chapter (posted 4 years ago today lol) my first-ever black-and-white zelda comic, which is the type of content that i'd say i'm most known for nowadays lol. There are elements in that au that inspired/led to basically every comic in my zine, however indirectly, so it definitely still holds a special place in my heart. I still enjoy the story and concept too, although there are certain things i might do differently now. I never quite got to the climax of what I had planned before I lost interest and moved on to other things, though, so if you do go looking for it know that it isn't and probably won't ever be a full story, it was more like a fun little writing/art exercise for me lol. occasionally I'll go back to thinking about it just because i still find the story and characters i created interesting and think there's something worth exploring in them, but i can't promise any real new content or resolution lol

[handonhaven]

1.09 | 3.13

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

*staring at myself in the mirror* do NOT think about c!wils guitar do not think about him getting it when he was little and playing it constantly do not think about him playing it for money as he traveled to the smp do not think about him playing it for the og lmanberg crew do not think about him writing the anthem do not think about him being forced to leave it behind after the election do not think about it getting destroyed in the explosion on november 16th do not think about him spending months in exile and years in limbo and just forgetting about it do not think about him getting revived and walking around singing to himself do not think about him moving to utah and finding a little music shop near his shitty ass gas station do not think about him saving up his paychecks for months and doing anything he could to save some money do not think about him sitting down in his shit apartment playing again for the first time in god knows how long and it’s not quite the same it’s not quite his but it’s good enough

[himbo-in-limbo]

[a random head canon thingy idk cuz my I pad is charging n I can't draw rn 😞] Glamrock Bonnie/Glamrock Freddy

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I like to think Bonnie often goes off on his guitar during live performances (leaning towards it sounding like heavy metal) n often forgets he's playing for children LMAO

The kids love it regardless but the gangs like "dude again?" His longest solo was like a good 3 minutes...

He craves to have artistic freedom, I'm assuming the rest do as well tbh

Imagine hearing Freddy practicing his vocals, since we see chica shredding her guitar in her spare time I wonder if he dose the same?

I bet Freddy also likes to help whichever staff member is doing heavy lifting n he sees them struggling with the cargo n just goes "Oh please it's the least I can do! You all do so much for us, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourselves."

Also likes to help because Freddy has trouble just doing nothing...he needs to be doing something!

Or else he gets a bit antsy

Which is why he loves conversing n little tasks!

Bonnie calls the people closest to him "Carrot cake" bc he loves it sm and he loves them sm

In terms of the OG Trio I see chica being the one they protect the most like that's their baby sister to them 🥺♥️

Side note that it's a shame we don't have enough interactions between chica n Freddy in the game...

Like I wanna know if their just as close to each other as Freddy and Bonnie were

Bonnie gets excited hearing stories that the staff members tell him (if he's friends with em) about the outside world...

He LOVE'S it when they share their favorite music with him! He likes to analyze the guitar solos n usually that sneaks into the next concert hehe

He wants to go outside so bad...he often looks outside any windows and wishes he could just step outside for a bit...

This is also something I think the rest have in common.

They are happy working with the kids! They love their job! They would just like to feel the sun n quite literally touch grass...at least once!

Going back to Bonnie loving carrot cake he dose actually have a slight problem with it similar to chica...just don't leave your slice unattended with him, like a magic trick it'll disappear ✨

I like to think Bonnie originally didn't have eye liner but he saw one of the staff members have some on and he just told them "I want that! Can you put that on me?!" And ever since then it's been a part of his iconic look

Freddy laughs to hard at simple jokes like dad jokes kill him, which is why when he tells them sometimes he can't finish the joke 💀

His laugh is so cute n contagious 😭♥️

Everyone groans but they laugh at Freddy's reaction anyways

Bonnie's laugh is dorky, he snorts on occasion and the others call him out n he gets embarrassed

All in good fun of course!

If Bonnie were to blush I like to imagine that his whole face goes red like you can always tell when he's flustered hehe

Honestly I believe Freddy has that classy rizz, like he's such a gentleman, he'd court you properly is all I'm saying

As for Bonnie he's flirty, if he likes you he'll be teasing you a lot

He likes to bully his crush a tiny bit by making em all flustered, and yes he challenges you to bowling quite often!

It's his favorite bonding activity what can you do

He's such a good teacher for bowling too! Has to be for the kiddos of course!

All in all these boys have a heart of gold

They'll inspire you in some way n leave you feeling happy! And you do the same for them! Their still learning how to modify their hugging power tho!

It's strong! 🧡💙

[fireflylitsky]

Jashin’s blessing upon @talking-limbo for creating this AMAZING ART for the latest chapter of Sweet Vertigo (link and details at the bottom)

Fic title: Sweet Vertigo

Rating: E

Pairing: Kakuzu/Hidan

Status: ongoing multi-chapter 5/?

Words: 22.3k

Setting: Modern AU, Omegaverse

Genre: Romance, hurt/comfort

[wordsofaworld]

Living in limbo

It’s like coming down from a high

Somewhere between where I was and where I thought i would be

Living in this space in between the walls

My future no longer exists

My plans are cancelled

And my hopes dashed

I exist as if on a foggy road

Not knowing how to turn back

Or what lies ahead if I keep going.

[nani-nonny]

The urge to write a different idea rather than finishing my current works grows stronger by the minute

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 1st [Jun + Corruption Kink]

[9:35] A gasp left your lips at the feeling of his fingers wrapping around your throat. His touch was gentle and light but it didn’t change the fact that the action itself has heat rushing to the surface of your skin and pooling in the pit of your stomach. You gazed at the dizzying array of bruises and bite marks that littered your skin through your reflection. Your wrists twisted a little, held tightly by Jun’s other hand as he leaned over your shoulder, drinking in the sight of you as well and smirking at the way you squirmed.

“My precious flower, look at you,” He squeezed your throat just slightly but it was enough to make you whine, legs trembling slightly as you leaned back into him. The pretty, flowy babydoll did little to cover any of the marks that ran from your thighs, over your stomach and chest and up to your neck. It was utterly mesmerizing, if a flustering force as well.

“I-I” you realized he was waiting for your reactions. Your fingers played with the hem of the babydoll as you met his eyes in the mirror before quickly darting away.

Jun grabbed your jaw and firmly brought your gaze back to his, eyes burning into yours. “You’re going to get shy now?”

“W-Well-”

Jun nipped at your ear, making you squeal. “You’re the one who asked me to ruin you,” He murmured. “And all it took was my mouth to turn you into a mess. You can’t get shy now after asking so sweetly for me to do this.” 

His words were dizzying and you found yourself pressing your thighs together and feeling a desperate need for more. Somehow it was so much harder to say you wanted him to keep going than it was to ask him to start but he had yet to touch where you truly wanted him and it was driving you crazy.

His fingertips left your throat, trailing over the marks left on your skin and down to your chest. “Ruining the pristine petals of my precious flower.”

“Please,” you couldn’t stop the word from leaving your lips but you closed your mouth quickly after, unwilling to admit just how badly you wanted more.

His lips curled into a smirk. “Please what?”

“P-Please…” Any and also words died on your tongue as he let go of your wrists and his hand slid around your hip. You inhaled sharply as he ran it along the edge of your panties, anticipation making you shiver.

“You know what I want?” He hummed, fingertips drumming along your inner thigh and easing your legs apart. “I want to hear you asking me for every little thing you want. I want you begging for me to touch you. I want that pretty, perfect mouth,” he drew a moan from you as he tapped his fingers lightly over your clothed clit. “To finally say every filthy thing your mind has ever imagined.”

You keened back into him, crying out as he started to rub circles into your clit through your panties, the sensation still enough to have pleasure washing through you.

“No worries,” he murmured. “I have all the time in the world to make you fall apart.”