#so lets just focus on this lmao

[neonsbian]

short compilation of tags that made me laugh

[hinamie]

binding vow

[phoenixcatch7]

Reading loz/lu fics and it's just so interesting how wide the spectrum is of their personalities.

Sometimes it's got an in universe reason (different past (usually gender or species change), recent or ongoing traumatic events, a spectacularly bad first meeting), but sometimes (often) the characters are just... Weirdly angsty or peppy, there's no in between!

And I'm beginning to think less people have played more than one game than I thought XD.

Not that it's anyone's fault! One game is more than enough to be part of it all, and loz is exclusive to Nintendo consoles - and all the older stuff is frustratingly hard to get hold of. Heck, I'm still looking for wind waker, and that was really popular! And then you have to play it! They're not small games!!

But could people writing wild please ease off just a tiiiiiny bit so he can be a semi functional member of society pretty please XD? He's just as much a polite boy as any other member of the chain! He won't even run in shops! He can't attack npcs! He talks to every single person he's ever seen and remembers every single name. Yes, he's three quarters woodland creature with a hefty amount of trauma but he's also a fashionista who managed to avoid accidentally taking sides in a mayoral election and that's not easy!

[thefirstlioveyou]

controversial or whatever but people get so annoying when they decide to share their whiny opinions about wheelers taking focus in s5

[hayaku14]

thinking about shinichi actually confessing and getting together with ran despite being a whole ass child like that's so embarrassing for kaito, my dude you need to step tf up, a whole child somehow got to start dating before you 😭

[hauntingblue]

Oh now the villagers know..... and arlong burned the town to punish her..... for some reason

[noitkot1]

An AU where Ink, still just Sans, has dreams about different worlds. Ones full of colors, of smiling friends, a warm looking grass, navy skies, and white, far away dots atop dark purples. Sans learns from a skeleton with yellow eyelights, discovers a lively human(a human!! He excitedly tells Papy ALL about that one), sees oceans of paint and collesiums of monsters. Its... so much. Everytime he awakens, white eyelights glance out into the emptiness, moving at a snails pace to take in the nothing.Inside these dreams, there's tons of Toriel's, galleries of books to come across, and rainbows to see(theres more of Papy too, but they're... different. Or maybe he and Papy are different. Why are they different?)! So when theres nothing besides a few streaks of graphite, he snuggles back into his scarf, squeezing his eyes shut and ignoring he itch developing underneath his eyesockets.

Oftentimes, multiple new names appear. "Ink," is most commonly spoken. Sans lost how many times it was said long ago. Same goes with "Error," or "Doodlesphere." After that came phrases see; undertale, dream, creators. One interesting phrase was "Alternate Universe," thats one after it being spoken hundreds of times- or its shorter version, "AU"- Papy never stops hearing Sans repeat that one!

Sadly for Sans a lot of these dreams eventually slip his mind. With nothing to record any of these dreams/experiences he was having the old ones felt near nonexistent. But he tries his best to recall them all, telling all the friends he has now about these marvelous adventures! Papy is always a wonderful listener, everyone here is truthfully (none are as good as Blue, or the Gasters, or even the humans) an great listener, so they will hear about his dreams! He'll repeat one dream until he begins to forget it, and Papy has to pat him on the head and guide him back to the scarf-pillow.

At least, thats all it is until one day where Papy was weird. Papy was there when Sans fell asleep, then wasn't there when he awakened. Papy never did that. Papy always stayed to listen, putting a replica of a smile on his face for Sans. So leaving behind the musical whistles full of color, Sans starts looking for his brother. Unlike these dreams, this place is empty and definitely a miniscule sized in comparsion. So, he finds Papy standing over a rain-puddle(tears) in a nice amount of time. A reassuring one. His brother hadn't gone far!

With a gasp and smile, Sans bolts towards Papy, "this is where you went!"

With their usual stutter, Papy turns, head barely reaching the others direction by the time Sans is at his side. "What did ya get up to this time, brother?"

Papy's blink lasts seconds and Sans smiles wider, watching his dragging movement. It was like being under super duper deep and dark water(this he experienced in a dream, it was definitely similar to Papy's movement). His brother's hand curls, one finger crackling itself apart, stumbling to separate from the fist and aim towards the white ground.

There, on the ground, reflecting nonexistent light, was something grayish and... yellowish. Similar to a humans skin. Frosted around the edges, the entire blob sat unevenly in itself, and Sans couldn't see the white through it.

Those were definitely not tears.

It was familiar. Like an old childhood home. Something Sans experienced only behind closed eyes while hugging a paint brush and sticking a tongue out. Something that came in tarnished reds, drained blues, and serene greens. The thing that stained paper, the liquid that faded into the earths layers, sinking into rocks, creating the soil and letting someone breath in life.

Papy breathed, hand shaking as his mouth creaks like an old door, "pa__t?"

Sans hadn't gotten to make many decisions in his short life. There wasn't much to make decisions on. Going left or right would always lead him right back to Snowdin, he could talk to anyone anytime, there was no story, no plot, no costs or losts in any choice(a completely blank slate). Making impactful decisions was reserved for his dreams. The tense ones, who to fight, which au to protect, which bad guy to stop.

Stepping into the puddle and falling into an ocean of rainbows was the easiest decision Sans had ever made.

[wastingawayinmyroom]

tbh i relate with the black brothers on another level.

forced to act perfect and posh all the time? yup.

looks and sounds 10 years older than the actually are, because they must be mature? yes.

torn between being a rebel and being a perfect princess? ofc why not.

literally does not know who they are or what they like because they do whatever they’re told to do? 100%.

pathological liar? yes. (working on that currently.)

hot mess with emphasis on hot? mmm yes, thank you for acknowledging my looks-

[themyscirah]

But look at us Luke, we're the ones left alone, holding some rich monster's pain. All of existence, built on his violence. All of space-time, humming to life with a single inviolate rule. Give the hero something to punch.

[goldenpinof]

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’m gonna be really busy this week (and honestly probably like ….. all throughout july . and a little bit of august . ) so it might take me some time to catch up on asks, comments/rbs, and art/fics, but pls just know i’m working on them and thinking abt them!!! 🥺 hopefully i’ll be able to post the gojo fic this weekend and then keep posting stuff here and there…. ily dash!!!!

[the-kipsabian]

IT TOOK ME GODDAMN SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS BUT I FINALLY FINISHED A SINGLE THREE GIF SET LMAO

[clits-and-clips]

Since writing the affirmations and starting manifestation again, I've actually been in a much better headspace. It's crazy how things align, and you end up where you need to be, especially through pain

[tonyglowheart]

"how many plants do you currently have"?

.......oh, uhhhh just a,. couple.....,,,.. lmao

*pushes the trays of leaves I have propagating in the bathroom out of view*

[torchickentacos]

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[yamisnuffles]

EDINBURGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I already answered in another ask but for you, my dearest Racko, I shall give another taste. Here's another little snippet from this still frustratingly unfinished fic lol:

He undid a few buttons and then fluttered his hands indecisively. He wasn’t sure if fast or slow was the safest bet. His indecision didn’t go unnoticed. The tendons in Crowley’s neck bulged as he ground his teeth. “Just get on with it, angel. You’re not going to do anything worse than I’ve already been through.” Aziraphale frowned. If that was meant as reassurance, it missed the mark. He didn’t want to hurt Crowley at all, let alone do anything to aggravate existing wounds. He tried, as carefully as he was able, but he could hardly bear it when Crowley hissed in barely restrained pain as the shirt was peeled off. Bear it he would, though, for Crowley’s sake. He had to remind himself that for all the demon flinched and squirmed, it would be worse if he was left to his own devices once more. He needed help and Aziraphale was determined to give it no matter how it made his heart squeeze and his stomach turn.