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[ahollowgrave]

hey come here

reblog your own work. reblog it as much as you want. the dashboard is chronological (mostly) so you gotta put it back out there!! ok bye

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also the house was amazing and the catch is theres 50+ mfs that want it too chat im cookeddddd oTL

[virgothozul]

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[boyhood]

Lizz Hamilton

Redwork

Antique unfinished crazy quilt top, digital print on silk of antique photo postcard of a hunting scene in Minnesota c. 1910

2023

lizzhamilton.com - @lizzhamilton

[afterlife-2004]

[airysthinkingbox]

uu protagonists except they're found family and that is why they keep helping each other out even if they should, in every universe, hate each other

[chimerahyperfix]

Being frozen in time definitely does something to you. Physically it cages you. Mentally it throws you into the longest dream you could ever have. It's not comfortable-- far from it in fact-- but you've grown to look forwards to it, when you loose. It's better than being mashed to dark paste at least.

You're frozen right now, in fact. Waiting in silence for time to loop back. Stuck with your thoughts and a vauge feeling of a dream. The house is around you and you're moving through it. Empty rooms and endless hallways, curling and twisting in ways that make them feel alive despite the lack of any living thing that isn't you. No sad monsters, no frozen bodies, no dark stains. There doesn't seem to be an exit.

The dreams you have when frozen seem to correlate to how you're doing emotionally. Most of them have been lost to time, like most things in your life now. Dreams, wounds, emotional bonds; everything is turning back with you, and that’s started to do something to you, because now you can predict the actions of those around you with quite a bit of accuracy. You can recall little bits of things, but the further back you go is just static. There was a bunch of dumb things that you can’t piece back together anymore, there were times with those you love, there was endless rage flowing through your very being, and there was this. The desperation. The empty halls of the very House you’ve worked so hard to protect.

You want out.

You've kept count of how many times you've been frozen. How many times you've died. How many loops. 61 is the counter and it's far, far too many times to relive the same day over again. You grew tired of the monotony by the tenth go around. Twenty five felt like a stab wound. Forty, like you were being split in two. Big 6-0 felt like drowning. You don't feel real anymore.

But that's fine! You can still see the good in this, if you stretch your imagination like taffy, as far as it'll go. It's better to be just you, just one person, than everyone else! You can live with the weight of the country on your shoulders for a bit longer, if only to keep it off of Euphrasie's. You’re doing this for her! For everyone. You can do it for a bit longer. You just need to find the King’s weakness, or something. Make a more powerful potion, or scrap together the materials to make a second craft bomb, or, or something! You’ll find it soon enough. You’re smart! You can do this!

You have to.

You turn down the hallway. Find yourself on an entirely different floor. Just as much of a ghost town. Just ice and cold and tiredness, your breath forming clouds in the air. That’s fine. This is just a dream or something, anyway. You’ll wake back up at your desk any time, with the looming vials of all sorts of toxic stuff you keep drinking that you crabbing neglected to put away because you didn’t think time would crabbing loop, because realistically, WHY would you assume that would happen? Preposterous! Ignore the burning feeling in your throat and the smell of sugar and push on. Wait for it to start all over again.

Because it has to be you, doesn’t it? You wished for this, or something. You don’t remember. It was a long time ago. It has to be you, because only you have the power. It HAS to be you, because who else would it be? Euphie? She’s already got enough on her hands. Mirabelle? You’d rather die. It’s better you do this than the ones you love.

It has to be you.

it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be you it has to be

It's sucks, having to be the one to do it. Your limit was a long time ago.

You can't do this forever.

[floofanflurr]

Violetthepixie

Yes. I am full (user) naming you @violetthepixie. You know what you did. Where's the decency? The humanity? ...Monster-anity? The Dadster and the Sanster universes must never interact.

This is sheer cruelty for all the characters involved! The embarrassment! The horror! It's terrible! Awful! An absolutely brilliant idea!!!! I love it!!! Let's get to it! :D

For anyone that's curious, I'll break down the AUs Vi mentioned and some background after the cut before I get into how they would interact!

The following content contains spoilers for my fics and series. Warning: The following contains mention of Sanster (Sans/Gaster) between two unrelated adults. They aren't even the same species. However, it may reference: Abduction, de-humanization, abuse, and other unsettling topics.

Sea Glass: Upon consulting with Vi (the one who asked) I will be replacing this Gaster with How To: Gaster, as Sea Glass Gaster doesn't really exist. And not in the "yeeted from the universe" way, and more in the "I literally have no backstory for him" way.

How To: Underfell Gaster. He's a hardass, but when you get past his prickly exterior, he's actually a good person. He disguises all his acts of kindness with insults, and hired Sans so he could keep a better eye on him and Papyrus. He never got the chance to adopt his Sans and Papyrus before he fell into his creation, but he sees them as his sons.

You can see more information bout him in this ask. We'll call him "Boss."

Pirate!AU: The former royal scientist and retired pirate captain who now lives with his hot tavernkeeper boyfriend and their raccoon. He adopted his sons, Sans and Papyrus when they were kids, and they are now the ones that are in charge of the Sail la Vie (his former ship). There was never a barrier in this world.

You can read more about him here: [1] and [2] (this is a oneshot about him and Grillby.) We'll call him "Pyre."

Heart on the Table (HotT): An absolute softy, and canon-compliant Undertale Gaster. He adopted his sons, and while he was clumsy with parenting at first, he loves them with his entire soul. He fell into his creation when Papyrus was still a kid and Sans a young adult.

However, his story didn't end there. A large portion of his soul actually got trapped outside of the barrier where he roamed, unable to be seen or heard or touched. ...Until he met Frisk! Whom he immediately adopted. As of right now in the series, he's trapped outside the barrier while Frisk is Underground. (well... at least most of him is trapped out there.) For the purpose of this ask, it will take post-reunion (with minimal series spoilers regarding how that will happen)

You can read more about him in the Finding Home series. We'll call him "Wings."

Lamiatale (Aka "Mr. Snake Smoocher (bald edition)): And this is where the problems start. This description is going to be longer to the others because there is no content posted for it yet on my tumblr or ao3.

All the other Gasters so far are good people. This Gaster... is not. He's a human scientist with a craving for knowledge and recognition.

He runs and operates Ebott Zoo - the only zoo in the world to boast a magic exhibit. Sure the lamia and the sirens eat people on occasion... but what the media doesn't know doesn't hurt anyone!

He's fully aware that the lamia and sirens are as intelligent as humans - but until they're willing to talk with him and negotiate, they'll be staying right there in the zoo. Too bad Sans, the oldest of the lamia at the zoo, has no intention of cooperating with the man who betrayed him. And where Sans leads, Red and Fell follow.

But despite everything... Gaster is still in love with Sans, and is consistently found begging with the prideful skeleton to just give him a chance. That if he just helped, things would go back to how they used to be when they were young and in love.

We'll call this Gaster "Doctor."

Now lets get to it!

To start with - all four of the Gasters will be investigating the situation first, before they even really think to talk about themselves or make idle chit-chat. They'll be fascinated by the fact that one of them is human, and vice versa, but after taking note of that, and establishing that they are all, in fact, Doctor W.D. Gaster, they'll be back to theorizing about why they're all together all of a sudden.

Pyre and Doctor will be the most confused, as neither of them were... well. Voided. Boss and Wings will be trying to figure out why the void has suddenly crossed dimensions.

Theories will fly around the room, incomprehensible calculations and math... they're all quite happy to find an equal level of intelligence.

It's only when they've finally figured out that there's... well. not much to figure out, that they'll sit down and actually start chatting with each other.

Wings and Boss will probably pair up to talk at first, since they both come from startlingly similar universes and situations. They quickly realize that they had near identical upbringings, and quickly deduce that their timelines diverged after they ended up underground.

Wings is fascinated and horrified by the picture Boss paints of his home - one where cruelty goes rewarded and kindness punished. He's also... uncomfortable with the lack of mention of any sons, but not suprised. In such a cruel world… would he have given a second thought to Sans and Papyrus? Would he have even known they existed? He doesn’t like thinking about it.

For his part, Boss shares most surface level things, but like any fell monster, he keeps what he really treasures close to his chest. He doesn't mention his Sans or Papyrus, and he doesn't consider that Wings may also have met them. Things are different - the world kinder - surely in Wings's world, Sans and Papyrus were never orphaned in the first place?

That's until Wings's starts talking about his world. It becomes clear to both of them that Wings's is a shut-in, who only really knows much about his own corner of the world. ...And about his children.

When given a chance, Wings will do what Wings does best - and that's talk. You can't ever get this skeleton to shut up about anything, and one of his favorite topics is his children. He's going to sing all sorts of praises about his kids - how funny and clever Sans is, how proud he is of him for taking a step back and relaxing. How intelligent and driven Papyrus is, with a strong sense of integrity to boot. How determined and kind his little Frisk is, so small but getting bigger every day now that everyone is healthy.

Boss is going to get very very uncomfortable, though he won't show it. Mainly because jealousy is now simmering through him so hotly that he burns with it. Because that's the life he always wanted. Sure, maybe Wings still suffered, but he got his sons. He eventually got out of the void. Boss doesn't even like humans, but for the sheer principle of it, he's jealous of Wings for Frisk, too.

In Boss's world, Frisk is Papyrus's child. Perhaps... maybe... if things had gone differently, they would be his grandchild. But they aren't, and those boys aren't his. They're his employees, and maybe he took on a more parental role than a boss normally would, but he'd wasted his time. He hadn't adopted them when he still had a chance, and now he never would again.

When Wings presses and Boss finally (reluctantly) admits that he thinks of the boys like his sons, Wings... pities him, though he tries not to show it.

Wings never wants to think of his life without his children.

Aaand on the other half of the room!

I imagine Doctor and Pyre will pair up to start talking at first, as their universes are more similar. There's no barrier in either of them, and both men live on the coast. Doctor will be utterly enthralled with the fact that every other version of him here is a skeleton. Pyre has no love for humans, but neither does he have a large bias against them, and so he will eagerly sit with Doctor as they discuss the differences between their worlds.

Doctor is completely enchanted with the skeleton across from him, and he wonders if that's why he's so drawn to monsters - because apparently, in every other universe, he is one. Meanwhile, Pyre is sitting back and spinning tales as he is wont to do - he's quite the entertainer.

That is, of course, when Sans's name comes up.

Immediately Doctor perks up and presses Pyre for more information on the skeleton. Some of the questions are... overly familiar. Pyre is using Sans's name to talk about him - he hasn't said "my son", and so neither of them quite realize exactly what's going on.

Until, inevitably, Doctor asks something that's too familiar, and inappropriate, and Pyre sputters.

"Why the hell would I ever want t' know about me son's sex life? I taught 'im how t' be safe 'n dat's all I care t' know! I don't want t' details!"

"Your SON?!"

Immediately the room goes silent, and Wings and Boss are moving over because there is SOMETHING going on here, and they aren't sure they like it.

Pyre is sputtering.

"Yes, me son! What else would he be? Ye! Tell me Sans and Papyrus are ye sons, too?"

Pyre drags Wings and Boss into it, and Wings immediately confirms, though he also adds on that he has another child, too - Frisk. Boss hems, haws, and mentions that Frisk is Papyrus's child in his world (of which Pyre agrees that Frisk is Papyrus's in his own as well - they're his grandchild). But eventually Boss is too curious about what's going on to really deny it, and admits that they were his children in everything but legality.

They're all facing Doctor now, who is staring at them in utter fascination.

"Children? I imagine you are older than them in that case, by a fair bit."

They chime in with their ages - Boss and Wings are nearly the same, though Boss is a handful of years younger. Both are in their 900's though. When Pyre admits that he's 148, (though that's firmly upper- middle aged for him - his life expectancy is around 200) both Boss and Wings tease him for being a baby.

Of course, they then find out that Doctor is in his early 40s and while they partially expected it - he's human after all - it's still an odd shock.

Doctor then hums and says that Sans is the same age as him, and (very carefully, without admitting the details of what happened to break them up - Doctor's not an idiot, and admitting to kidnapping and putting monsters (and an alternate version of their son! how fascinating!) in a zoo when he's clearly outnumbered is a terrible idea for his health.) He casually admits that Sans was his lover.

Needless to say, Pyre, Wings, and Boss are all very uncomfortable with this information, though logically they figure that there's nothing... truly wrong with the relationship. They aren't related, and there isn't even an age gap.

Still. They're all feeling very squicked out. They'd really rather remove this knowledge from their skulls, actually.

From there... well. That's about it. None of them really hate each other, though they're all vaguely uncomfortable around Doctor. They just put that on the whole "he was his Sans’s lover" thing. Pyre, Boss, and Wings, get along pretty well, both Boss and Wings taken by Pyre's stories of the high seas. ...And his stories about the raccoon he lives with (both Wings and Boss discard these as rubbish, and Pyre bemoans his fate of never being believed.)

Doctor's crimes may very well never come to light. He’s actually quite clever and tricky! He’s not going to freaking admit to what he did. Let’s say… the topic of how they got their scars came up. Doctor would simply say he doesn’t like thinking about it and is uncomfortable with it. He’s incredibly closed lipped, and while the other’s may find themselves increasingly uncomfortable around him, Doctor will not admit to anything incriminating.

But Doctor deserves some good old fashioned justice, so lets just turn this into a full on chaotic, random crossover and dump both Lamiatale Sans (and lamiatale Frisk in order to give him some incentive/motivation) in the void with ‘em.

Boss, Pyre, and Wings are all immediately VERY curious of the fact that he’s—well, half snake, and Sans and Frisk are about to be bombarded with well meaning questions. Sans and Frisk, on the other hand, are going to be very slowly backing up. …Actually this would be a mess for more than one reason. Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen this to be the way Doctor’s crimes are revealed… Cuz like. Sans would immediately grab Frisk and hide them behind himself and puff up in a threat display, and Frisk’s fear is going to be so palpable, the Gaster’s would be idiots not to see it. They’re probably about a second away from fainting. …Fear of Sans, that is, NOT anything else. (Frisk and Sans have a complicated relationship :) )

Ummm I could turn this into a whole mini fanfic, but to show restraint for your sake and not derail too much from the gasters, I shall refrain. Let’s just say, one thing turns into another, with Frisk’s presence, Sans isn’t able to hide his voice, and it all eventually comes pouring out.

Er. for purposes of this ask remaining gaster centric, I’ll also say the void is preventing Doctor and Sans from physically interacting. Meaning Sans can’t just. Kill him and be done with it. Sans will (eventually) realize that the other Gasters are VERY much on his side (which… they’re monsters too. yes. that makes sense. He still doubts their INTENTIONS, but at the very least they wouldn’t be harming him in the same way.) and when he realizes someone might actually be willing to deal justice on his behalf… well. He will tell Frisk to cover their ears and then begin to describe, in depth, what Doctor had put him and the others through.

Now then. Let’s get into the gasters again. Furious doesn’t even begin to cut it. And Doctor is, by FAR, the least powerful one there. He’s just… a human. He doesn’t even really have the advantage of INTENT, because Boss and Wings have literally already been dead and scattered and can’t be killed like that. In Pyre’s case, he’s quite practiced at killing much more trained humans than Doctor.

Pyre and Boss have both killed humans for way less, and with Sans THERE, they aren’t feeling particularly merciful. This may not be their son, but he LOOKS like him, and acts like him… it’s enough for both of them to be very VERY protective.

Wings will be concerned with making sure Frisk can’t hear or see what’s about to happen… but once he’s reassured their eyes and ears are covered, he’ll be turning right back to copious amounts of violence.

He probably won’t actually take place in what’s about to happen though.

Don’t get me wrong—Not a single one of these Gasters are pacifist people. Not even the softest of them. Wings would gladly tear a man’s head off for hurting one of his kids. But, eh, torture doesn’t settle right in his stomach. To take part in. He won’t stop it though, and he’ll gladly get a couple kicks in before retreating to distract Frisk. (Sans does NOT like the man’s proximity to Frisk, but he’s doing a better job at distracting the kid than Sans is, so… not much he can do.)

Boss and Pyre on the other hand…? Yeah. Uh. They have nothing against actual, drawn out torture. Doctor is going to WISH he were dead by the time the void releases them all.

Doctor doesn’t even blame them. He, too, is possessive over what he sees as his, and he just sees this as the monsters staking their claim. He sees much of himself in them.

They do not like hearing that. And Doctor is the one to suffer for it.

(All of them are going to be reexamining themselves after this and fearing that they are horrific abusers. Boss is going to be the one who spirals the most as he draws comparisons. It’s not going to be pretty mentally.)

Aaaaand I think that’s about it?

TLDR: Wings, Boss, and Pyre would get along swimmingly, though Boss and Wings would have an odd, jealousy based relationship.

All of them would be uncomfortable around Doctor, and if they found out what Doctor did, they would have his guts and also beat him up. A lot. It would probably end with his death, unless the void interfered in this.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I HAD SOSOSO MUCH FUN. terribly sorry it took so long!

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[little-lovett]

photo on the right from @esmes

[spoonstrek]

I went to a Quaker meeting for the first time today and I have to say, the anxious and nauseous look on members' faces when I mentioned that I was always inspired by historical Quakers while they dejectedly explained that Quakers haven't done great things like that in a long time was very, very funny

[dailyperkele]

Headcanon Week

Day 2 - blood frenzy

To add to my "Per'kele is a chicken" propaganda- one of the reasons he remains atop the Tower in the dream zone is that the sight of blood drives him into a real strong frenzy (be it innate, and that's the reason he won his first festival, or a trait he got by abandoning Rher or worshipping the Sulfur God, either Rher went trickster mode and cursed him to be unable to control the call of his desire or Sulfur's influence simply heightens the violent tendencies and needs of his cultists to have more sacrifices thanks to their excess. Still haven't decided on a precise one since I like all possibilities,,). This is more than welcome on "normal" occasions but during a killing festival in which he must allow the contestants the time to develop and demonstrate their own blood-thirst.. not so much.

So if he was to risk leaving the Tower or the dream altogether he'd wear the human version of those red-lensed glasses chickens were made to wear to avoid violent pecking and cannibalism at the sight of blood.

I also like to think that that's also why whenever the contestants come to the Tower to save and stuff he keeps such a distance from them and never steps closer until the moment of the duel. My guy is trying so hard to not notice the blood they're more than definetly drenched with lmao.

Oh- this makes me wish for a mechanic in which he either ups his damage or gets a boost in speed the moment he manages to inflict bleed on the contestant. <- *says that solely for the fact they don't play Termina and wishes Per'kele had more bastard gimmicks <3*

[hide-your-bugs-away]

ALAN PRICE HAS A CONCERT TODAY. AND I'M OFF FROM SCHOOL.

INTERSECTION OF CHAOS.

[gothic-mothic-topic]

Originally planned on posting this on Twitter, but chickened out. (Lmao, Twitter plug-)

I love Happy's Humble Burger Farm, but it sadly doesn't have much of a fan base; even though it's a pretty great game. 10/10 Would recommend playing it, or at the very least, watching a playthrough. It's actually one of many games in Scythe Dev's [The Creators/Dev-Team btw] connected universe, and the sequel to the prequel demo, Happy's Humble Burger Barn, which you should also check out.

Anyways, working minimum wage while you experience The Horrors™ is pretty great, unless the mind control chip has started turning your brain to mush and you honestly couldn't give a fuck about the ugly-ass cow harassing you for putting too many pickles on a Happy's Deluxe, like Abby here. She's only here for the paycheck, and the extra food she gets to take home; she's probably not allowed to do that, but who's gonna stop her? Toe?