#postsburb

[prospitsdream]

thinking abt postsburb au where everyones revived and now im thinking about different churches and beliefs

okay so first of all i do think there would be different churches that solely believe in specific sessions. lemme list this out because their belief system is messy.

ALL OF THESE FALL UNDER THE IDEA OF SKAIANITY/BELIEF THAT SKAIA IS WHAT BIRTHED THEIR WORLD! all of these religions are very split and have overlap its a whole web of shit.

Betathiesm: People who only believe in the human beta session… kinda like catholics in the sense that everyone else hates them but they also get the most cool art. Also associated with freaks who believe in human-superiority.

Alphathiesm: When evidence of a scratch was unearthed these guys were like the protestants of betathiesm’s catholicism. Considered a newish religion and Hip with the Kids.

Alternian: No longer means a troll from alternia since alternia is like… gone. Some shit from the meteor led to this and well. yeah. Very old, and use some “rituals” like praying to His Honorable Tyranny (some are under the impression that he was a player, others think he was an important figure in the Old Verse)

Beforan: Considered more “niche” then other religions, as very little evidence lives besides a certain princess’s “drip”… as a result live greatly hedonistic lives in that yolo mentality.

Scratchian- belief that multiple scratches occured to merge these sessions. a controversial take on the seer of lights texts, and greatly contested.

will make separate posts with specific kids and trolls churches.

[grofitallocation]

Inheriting your own bonds, watch on in horror as you're doomed to change them.

[virtualmarrow-blog]

okay but like hear me out

we’ve talked about post game godtier effects

we’ve talked about no-sburb grimdark

time to talk about crockertier

i want janey still being effected post-sburb

jane who bakes her cakes shares her pastries but still feels sick when she sees the crocker logo.

jane who wakes up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat with her lips tasting like saltwater. when she catches her reflection she thinks shes seen red lines only to find clear skin that feels too soft under her fingers.

janey who doodles aimlessly when shes bored only to find the paper full of tridents and spoons and the orders to obey.

jane who hears them in the darkness ‘obey obey obey’ like when we hear out names in music.

give me jane who is still affected. i want post-crockertier jane so badly some else help me expand on this

[voleuse-blog]

Everyone from my timeline, more like /ROLLS EYES.

[postvitampostmortem-blog]

[[ still not job but i have time to pick this blog up again thankfully c: sorry for such a long hiatus!! ]]

[wwhitescientist]

ok so

if we had a thread before i disappeared

please message me if you'd like to continue it! and maybe also link me to it my activity is kinda hectic

and then i'll get on it asap

thanks you guys for being patient with me <3

[nerdfang-blog]

// ooc I submitted my app for post sburb last night! u vu 

[dragontales413]

1M H3R3 TO P4RTY

1 BROUGHT TH3 CH33Z-ITS 

[captainleijon-blog]

Postsburb Nepeta drawl thingy

Nepeta woke with a jump, sitting up in her bed and breathing heavily.

As she lifted her hands to look at them, they shook; her whole body was shaking. She blinked, trying her best to remember what woke her up with such a start. Was it a bad dream? She remembered feeling very heavy and then...weightless. Weightless for awhile. Then the heaviness returned for a little while but it was sweeter than it was before...

Sweet.

She smelled something sweet in the room, and looked around, her eyes finding a warm cup of tea sitting on the desk beside her bed. She stared at it. It felt...wrong. ...Was wrong the correct word? She didn't actually know, but she didn't think it was. 'Wrong' usually meant bad, but in this case, there were no bad feelings, only blissful ignorance in a half asleep state. It almost felt like she was- Like she was dreaming! Dream...dream...

"Dream, dream, dream..." She repeated to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She repeated the word until it no longer sounded like a real word. Nothing felt familiar but it did feel right. That she knew for sure. She ran a hand through her hair, thinking harder. 

She...remembered two smiling faces...they were human and they loved her very much, but they were gone in an instant. A wave of sadness swept over her, and she could feel herself tearing up, but...but not for the humans. More for what the humans actually were. That sounded weird but she knew it was true. The humans she remembered weren't actually humans at all, but...something else entirely. Something softer and more welcoming. Something ordinary humans could never be to her.

She felt cold and looked down, realizing that she had slept naked. She didn't remember sleeping naked but she also didn't think it was too out of place. She stretched and yawned, then continued to look around the room.

Her searching eyes moved back to the desk, and she noticed a green tablet, charging. She grabbed it and turned it on, booting up a chat client labeled "Pesterchum", scrolling through her contacts. She clicked one and decided to say hello; she had a feeling he might be able to help her out with her existential problems, even though she knew he would probably just yell at her, but before she even clicked on a key everything suddenly hit her. Everything clicked into place in an instant, and her eyes grew wide as she remembered, because

She had died. Yet here she was.

[thefandomwagon]

Oh Gog

I just applied to postsburb for Jade and oh god I'm probably going to be rejected or ignored or bluuuuuh oh nooo... D: You guys should check it out! Anyone who stumbles upon this little blog, that is. It's a really awesome roleplay blog and it has plenty of characters available! So if you're into rping... Here you go! :) postsburb.tumblr.com -CN

[prospitsdream]

postsburb au where hal is 3 instead of 13

communal baby passed around like a game of hot potato…..

(roxy is having sm fun) (dirk isnt. obviously)

also dave obviously spoils him like cmon..

[grandisonantacademic]

Land of Suffering and Flames

Prologue

Demons rise. One goes by Noir; the other, English.

Battles shake the fabric of reality, and slowly but surely, the whole of existence cracks. With the end of the demons comes the end of reality.

But also, the Ultimate Reward. With the universe ending, a reward is claimed. A wish granted.

The Frog is dead. A universe, erased.

However.

Elsewhere in paradox space, there is a planet, forgotten by time. Long ago abandoned by those who once inhabited it. A world that fell to the ravages of a dark game. 

We will strive to remember, but we are not alone in this.

This planet was forgotten by time, but not by Skaia. Forgotten by most, but not all.

Even in the death of everything, the Reward was granted. 

But not quite. 

Even at the end of reality, the game had one more trick. One last insult to the sacrifices of the sixteen.

Alternia, reborn. One wish, corrupted.

We just want to go home.

So basically I just kinda wanted to do a post-sburb thing where they all end up on alternia? i don't know, i need to write something longer than like 500 words. Maybe this'll be a thing

[postvitampostmortem-blog]

[nerdfang-blog]

//ooc I’m tempted to join that postsburb AU because everyone is p dangie cool and I’m p dangie lonely

[whycantiholdallthishsfanfic]

                Dave Strider stared out across the dead, barren panorama of the meteor. He was getting sick of this. Sick of waiting. Sick of listening to the godamn incessant honking, the constant shrill yelling, the general batshittery going on between everyone. Admittedly, it was pretty fucking hilarious at first, but after a few days it got irritating. Extremely irritating.

            Well, he thought to himself, at least I can be away from all that shit currently.

            He had relocated himself to the place almost no one ever visited, the part closest to the Green Sun. It was the only place on the meteor where anyone could hear themselves being rad in their own head. Dave was the only one to come here; it was far too hot and bright for anyone else to handle. No one else had faced a planet made out of fire like Dave or owned a pair of eye protectors sweet enough to shield their delicate eyes from the sun. Well, everyone except for Sollux. He kind of fit that description perfectly, but Dave didn’t have to worry about him coming over here. He was too busy bizznitching it up with his necrophiliac soulmate.

            Dave sighed loudly. He missed John and Jade. True, he could always talk to Rose or Terezi, but it hardly ever ended well anymore. Rose was always busy either acting like a queen of bitch or “passive aggressively” acting as leader, and conversations with Terezi always ended with her trying to somehow casually lick him like a godamn Puddingpop. It was seriously fucking weird, he never thought she would ACTUALLY lick him. Plus, he was still kind of uncomfortable with the whole “interspecies, ohoho we made you bitches” thing.

            He couldn’t even contact Egbert anymore. The only thing he even really had to remember him by was that stupid bucket. At least it was pretty damn funny when it smacked Mr. Bitchabouteverything in the face.

            God. He even missed their text colors. Everyone else’s looked just plain brown or black through his shades, but theirs – theirs were always vibrant enough to stick out and catch his attention.

            Most of all, he missed simple friendly conversations, mostly void of snark and weird fetishes.

            With the exception of John’s stupid Cagephilia, thought Dave, almost smirking. God, he missed that kid. But then again, he missed her even more.

            Dave sat down on the ground, back against a rock and looked up to the sky. A lot of things about this game were unfair, but this was the worst. He finally had time to do nothing but chill and fuck around with his friends, three fucking years to do so, in fact, and the two people he wanted to see most wouldn’t be here. For three. Fucking. Years. And right when they met again he knew some bullshit would start right back up again.

            How ironic is this? The master of time, stuck waiting for three years.

            Everyday he was reminded of how long he had to wait on this meteor. He almost broke the fuck down once or twice at just the sheer thought of it. Yet, he always managed to maintain calm.

            Cool kids don’t freak out.

            And Jade liked cool kids.

[postvitampostmortem-blog]

WHY IS THAT CRAP PICTURE STILL GOING AROUND!?