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maleyanderecafe · 2 months

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The Kid at the Back (Visual Novel)

Created by:𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆 | TealCat

Genre: Thriller/Romance

The Kid at the Back is very cool looking and technically well done. I love all the character designs made in this one and Sol himself is pretty interesting at least that's what it sets itself up to be. All routes lead to the same ending though which is r18 considering that we basically see him jacking off to the main character's voice.

The story starts out with Darling Quinn finishing class. One of their classmates, Brittney tries to get them to join them for lunch together while the class representative, Crowe Ichabod comes in to defend Darling from her. Darling can then choose to go with Brittney to the cafeteria, go to the library or go to the rooftop.

Choosing to go to the cafeteria with Britney will lead to meeting a couple of other characters: Jess, a shy girl who follows Britney around, Deryl the friendly jock and Geo, the quiet cool kid. If the player has their own lunch, they will sit down and talk to Geo and Deryl for a bit as they have their playful banter while going with Britney will have a conversation with Crowe. In the end though, Britney's outfit is ruined by another girl who seems to have beef with her, before the entire cafeteria gets thrown into a food fight. In the end, Darling gets hit in the head with one of the trays causing them to pass out and end up in the infirmary. Crowe stays for a bit after Darling wakes up but ultimately leaves for classes. Darling ends up seeing another student who seemingly has had his hand cut and he gets bandaged up before Darling ultimately goes back to art class.

Choosing to go to the roof will lead to Darling going to the roof to eat lunch, only to end up accidentally eavesdropping on someone during a call. The boy, Hyugo, asks Darling for a favor to take his place as he needs to ditch his partner, Sol, in his next class to do something.

Choosing to go to the library will lead to them going there to read, only to find someone in their seat. There are a couple of ways this can go depending on choice. The one with the least interaction is sitting next to him then going to class afterwards to see him in the back. Sitting in another seat will lead to Darling seeing a commotion in the back where the guy is getting beat up. Here, they can either step in or chicken out. Chickening out will lead them feeling guilty when the two meet up in class, but helping them out will prevent him from getting bandaged later. Talking to him directly leads to the most interaction with him, with Sol getting more snarky with the player, and asking what they will give him in return. The best response is to just demand him to give them their seat back, to which he refuses and Darling ends up sitting on them, causing them to blush and start talking about the book he's reading, Edgar Allan Poe and well as what books that Darling has been reading before the two head to class. Choosing to do something intimate will lead to Darling asking if he wants a hug to which he makes a confused response and Darling will end up sitting next to him after a bit of awkwardness. They can also offer to buy him a drink where they can choose (the latte will have the best response out of him) before they head to class.

Darling will end up spotting Sol in the back seat (as the name implies) though will have different reactions depending on their interaction with Sol, to feeling embarrassed that they left him to get bullied, to surprised if the two met in the library etc. The professor will ask everyone to pair up and Darling is left to partner up with Sol. The two will introduce themselves to each other, before deciding who will be drawn first. Sol will have different interactions based off whether Darling declares they're good at drawing to bad at drawing as well as which route they took (and how much affection he has towards them.) So this can vary from him getting embarrassed that Darling is trying to draw him from a 3/4ths angle to, to him brushing hair away from Darling's face that gets them flustered, to talking about Hyugo and others. It all really depends on previous interactions. At the end, while Darling is leaving, Sol will ask for their number as a way to keep in touch with them for the project. Upon leaving, they'll also see a poster for the Hallow's Ball. Upon returning to the dorm and eating, Darling will talk to their other friends, Geo, Deryl, Brittney, Jess and Krowe about the ball. They will then text Sol about the ball, who seems hesitant, but ultimately agrees to go knowing Darling is going. The last scene is Sol masturbating to Darling's messages, implying he's done it before and that he's happy that they finally were able to talk.

So first thing I have to say off the bat is I really like the designs of all the characters. They all have their own charm and are unique, which I can always appreciate. I also like that Brittney isn't really like the mean girl she's depicted as she is considering she pretty much just asks Darling to come eat with them and basically only really fights when she gets attacked first. Kind of a minor thing, but I do like it. Small animation in the main menu is nice as well. One of the things I think is cool is that there are slightly different reactions to how you meet Sol when the two of you draw each other, which can lead to different CGs and dialogue, which is a subtle but nice way to give bits of information about them and more interaction with him without having to write out a bunch of scenes.

Sol as a yandere, well there's currently not a ton considering it's a demo, however, we still do get a semi good idea on what he does know. For one, we know that Sol has been stalking Darling for a while, given his comments at the end, and that he has been listening to their voice for a bit. I do like seeing his more flustered reactions in some cases, like when Darling sits on his lap or when they're drawing him, because flustered yanderes are the best. It's likely that he probably got a favor for Hyugo on his route, considering it's very coincidental, and it would make sense that he would manipulate the situation so that he would end up hanging out with Darling. Sol it seems has been dealt a hard hand in life, considering he always gets bullied or otherwise hurt by others. Still, this could also in itself be a manipulation tactic in terms of getting Darling to care about him, which would make him technically a Damsel yandere, something I would be very happy to see, since that's something that I would love to see more in yandere content in general. But yeah, other than that he seems like emo (gothic? punk? I don't know styles), and a bit awkward.

Overall, he seems very cute and the game itself is very well made. I hope we get to see more of it in the future because it does seem like something that does have a lot of potential in what kind of yandere can come later on.

#The Kid in the Back #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #visual novel #ongoing

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khaohomies · 2 months

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Some more ttte ocs!!! 😁😁😁

(I didn't know diesel locomtive's wheels would be that hard to draw)

Some extra lores under the cut! V

Roland "Roland King" LMS Kitson 0-3-0ST

Roland is a hard worker since day one! Despite him being a small shunter, never underestimate his size! He might not be as strong as the other engines but he has a heart of a lion. He is not afraid of picking fight with anyone who have conflict with him or his friends. But being tougher than your real strength can have it downfall sometime. Losing his peers to modernization and dieselization, having Madeleine and Archibald being the few still standing by his sides. Roland is highly protective of them. He's willing to ignore and look past all of their flaws and throw hands with anyone who disagree.

Honeybee and Cooper are the first diesels he fully open up with, eventually becoming friends outside of his own little circle.

He's that one aggressive short friend

100% will help you bury a body and tell no one

Dandy "Dalan 'Dandy' Robinson" BR Class 52

A goody two shoes one might say. Dandy is a perfectionist. He absolutely want things to go smoothly always. Unlike Shepherd who do it out of his own bossiness, Dandy do it out of pure fear, the fear of getting scrap like his sibilings and other engines. This boy feel the NEED the impress people, he need to show his worthiness to stay, He want the others to thing he's perfect both mentally and mechanically and there's nothing that could go wrong with him!(Oh how wrong he was) Leading him to often push himself beyond his limit. This combinded with the flaws of the class 52 caused him to breakdown sometime, leaving him distressed.

He have sight problem, His old crews somehow managed to convinced the higher up to install glasses on him

Point out any of his flaws and he'll think about it for the next 3 weeks

Madeleine "Mary Rosalie Sabilline" L&YR Hughes 4-6-4T

The most sensible and open minded of the steam trio. She's often one of the few voices of reason on their railway beside Hila, the first diesel she fully open up to(YURI ALERT!!!) The only thing that hold her back from solving the conflict is her insecurity. She's very wary of how the others think of her, especially her best mates, Roland and Archibald. Because of this she's very careful with her usage of words and how she spoke with the other engines, she doesn't want to upset anyone afterall!

Want to keep Roland and Archibald from doing stupid shit but scared it might damage their friendships

Hila helped her become more confidence

ERMM, I THINK THAT'S ALL FOR NOW!!

#ttte #my art #digital art #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #oc #artists on tumblr #ttte oc

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 9 months

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Framing Escobar: Chapter 1 - Snapshot

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: This chapter has some sexual suggestions, allusions to violence, mostly just scene setting and fluff.

Welcome to the reboot! I hope you enjoy this little piece of my heart 💜

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Snapshot:

You’ve been in Colombia for six hours, and in those six hours you’d found your apartment, shopped for the essentials, clothes, camera stock, tampons. You’d also swerved eager street vendors with your less-than-adequate Spanish, and you’d almost got hit by three cars, and a bus.

You stare down at the box on the shabby dining table that had seen some serious use, the varnish gone, leaving the bare wood open to all the various nicks and dings inflicted upon it.

“Fuck.” You breathe as you open the Olympus OM-4T box with a giddy gasp. Professor Thomas had one of these bad boys and you had been able to use it from time to time, but you never expected to have your own, not before you’d finished your PhD. You take some time to flick through the manual, but you already know how to use it, what film stock to use, then you turn to the other lenses provided.

They’re older but still good, you snap a few shots of your apartment as a test. The viewfinder something you still need to get used to, your Leicas at home are range finders. But the technology fascinates you. You’re almost forgetful of the dangerous place Colombia is as gun shots erupt outside and you drop to the floor, cradling your head as you wait for the din of the street fighting to stop.

Silence falls over the street and after a few minutes the stray dogs start to bark once more, people bustle about noisily in the street below. You do a precautionary check of your body, no bullet holes, good. You’ve been housed on the top floor of the unofficial DEA apartment block, but you still had to be sure.

“I need a drink.” You breathe as you gather yourself, stowing the camera and lenses under your bed, just in case. You grab your purse and head out, down the many flights of stairs, and through the back door of the building into the streets of Bogotá as you scold yourself for not having picked up a few beers earlier that day.

~*~

You sit at the bar with a beer and a large glass of water. You’re gulping the water down at a rate that even the bartender raises an eyebrow at as you ask for a refill. The beer is better than you remember than anything back home, and you sip on it from the bottle, letting the harsh edge of your nerves be smoothed over with the alcohol buzz. A song comes on over the jukebox, a shift from the Latin Rock that had been playing since you arrived, and you perk up as you recognise the singer.

You look out over the bar and see a pair of men eyeing you from the jukebox, they must have put the song on. You feel self-conscious as you look down at the long cargo shorts and yellow tank top, wondering what was drawing their attention. Your nerves are on fire hoping you hadn’t given yourself away before you even officially started. The DEA had given you a crash course on all things undercover, which seemed like nothing at all now you were here.

“Hey there, hon,” A warm voice broke you out of your panic and you look up into the blue eyes of the taller of the two men. He’s gorgeous, and his smile just makes your heart flutter, “New in town?” He asks as he sits to your right, his blonde hair sticking to his brow as you know yours is too. He’s dressed like every jock you’d ever met, blue button down, khaki chinos, white sneakers.

“Flew in today, gap year, taking a break from my PhD.” You grin as you respond with your pre-approved reasons for being in Bogotá, ready to launch into the in-depth backstory you had been given, but the handsome stranger just nods.

“The fuck you doing in Colombia, kid?” The other man’s voice comes from behind the blonde one. He stalks around his friend, quickly taking the seat on the other side of you. Suddenly you’re penned in by these strangers and panic is rising in your throat. The other man is the opposite in every way to his friend, his features sharp against a tousled mess of dark hair, a strong moustache adorns his upper lip. He sports a rich maroon shirt, and dark jeans. Unlike his friend, you can’t place his accent, only making you more wary of the pair.

“I’m- You begin but the blonde man interrupts you. He signals to the bartender to bring over another round of beers.

“She’s here on a gap year, José, here in Bogotá?” He informs his friend, a wicked smile spread across his face as you turn to the stern man to your left, his dark, scrutinising eyes afire with glee.

“What is a pretty girl like you doing in Bogotá? It’s not a nice place these days.” His tone is teasing, an echo of his friend’s. You want to just curl up and die, they’re clearly having fun toying with you. You feel like you’re twelve years old again, getting picked on the high school jocks.

I should have bought beer at the market, I could be at home, safe.

You think to yourself as you plaster a smile on your face.

“I’m travelling through South America for photography and, more importantly, life experience. “You wince internally, embarrassed that you were describing yourself as the kind of person avoid like the plague, all starry eyed, soaked in privilege and, worst of all, naive. “Going to be completing my PhD in photography when I get back. I want to capture the world through my eyes, y’know?” You let your eyelashes flutter a little as you speak.

“That’s pretty bold isn’t it, Stan?” The dark-haired man, José, asks, his lips set in a mocking smile. You can’t keep your gaze from drifting to the low cut of his shirt, left unbuttoned enough to show you the curve of his chest muscles.

“Very, mommy and daddy pay for this trip?” The blonde man, Stan, teases as you squirm. You’d happily take more gunshots outside your apartment than this. But you can’t help but notice that José’s gaze is lingering on you. Throughout the course of the teasing, you notice his eyes softening, curious and bright in the shabby lighting of the bar. You look back to Stan as you reply, tearing your eyes from the man who’s stirring a something inside you just by looking at you.

“I paid for it, my mommy and daddy aren’t around anymore.” You hiss bitterly at the rough treatment by these strangers, the information is only a half-truth. The DEA had paid for the whole thing after all, including your new camera. No matter how hot José is you don’t have to put up with this bullshit.

“Oof, stepped in it there, Stan,” José whistles low as he shoots you a slightly more sympathetic look, but the heat never leaves his eyes, “Sorry doll, he’s not the best with the ladies.”

“It’s fine, I’m just trying to have a drink before heading home.” You mutter, draining your beer in indication that you’re done. Your heart threatening to burst out of your chest as you try and get away from the two handsome men, already feeling like you’ve blown everything. The round of drinks land in front of you and you wince, not wanting to snub a kind gesture.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m heading back to my wife,” He says the final word with venom aimed at José and you almost smile, “Goodnight you two, enjoy the beers, have fun.” Stan waves as he walks away. You’re stunned, not sure what the hell had just gone on.

“Sorry about him, he caught me looking at you and decided to make it a whole thing.” José apologises, the skin around his warm brown eyes creasing at the corners as he grimaces at his friend’s teasing.

“It’s fine, I do think I need to get home though.” You insist, the interaction seems harmless but you’re already on edge. José is handsome, suave, a few years your senior, but you already want to run and hide from the world after the pair’s relentless teasing.

“Leave the beers, I’m sure I can share them around, how about a nightcap?” José asks with a smile as he gestures to the bartender, rolling off fluent Spanish as he orders the next round.

“Ok, but I do have to get back.” You insist but the large measure of whiskey is placed next to you makes you exhale. You were already feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol and lack of sleep, and you were conscious of not turning up hungover to your first day on the job.

“No worries, chica, one more drink.” José promises but you could see the flickering curiosity in his gaze as you fawn up at him. You wring your hands on the hem of your tank top before deciding to stay.

“So, what pick up lines do you usually use on the stupid American tourists?” You ask, savouring the rich spicy peat of a good whiskey. If living with your uncle had taught you anything, it was to appreciate good whiskey.

“Bold, I like it,” José chuckles as he nurses his own drink, “Usually that I’m a telenovela star trying to reconnect with my character, and that a night with a beautiful stranger is just what I need.” He rambles and you find yourself smiling, coming down from the adrenaline spike with ease as José’s face softens. He’d been all hard edges and brooding until you actually dared ask him a question about himself.

“Ah yes, because Arturo Peniche needed such inspiration to be so lusted after by little Latina aunties.” You tease and a flash of genuine delight crosses José’s face, and you take the win, knowing that you’re in good company.

“Where are you from, sugar? And how do you know who Arturo Peniche is?” José asks with genuine curiosity as you melt under his gaze. He smells divine, a perfect blend of smooth whiskey and not-cheap cologne that drives heat to your core.

“Albuquerque,” You had agreed that with the DEA, it made most sense, “But I grew up with an unorthodox family, my uncle loved telenovelas and I’d end up getting sucked in while doing homework after school.” You admit, the thought bringing you a soft buzz of nostalgia. José nods in approval.

“You and your uncle close then?” He asks, his tone light but you can see he’s reading everything you do, methodically.

“Yeah, when my parents passed, he took me in, I was ten?” You try and remember but it’s all a bit of a blur these days, “But yeah we were never close, but we bonded over our love of photography, guns, and Dolly Parton.” You admit, getting lost in your own thoughts as you realise, you’re giving way too much away to the second stranger you had actually spoken more than a few words to in Bogotá.

“So, your friend,” You gesture towards the door steering the conversation away from you, “He always such a good wingman?”

“Yes, and no, he’s always more interested in winding me up, than actually helping me score.” José admits with a shrug.

“I’d say he did a pretty good job.” You admit as you did enjoy watching José squirm a little.

“As my wingman? Or as an annoying prick?”

“Both.” You feel heat rising to your cheeks. The alcohol makes you bold as you place the empty glass on the bar, “But I have an early start, so I should be going.” You stand up too quickly and he steadies you with a strong, firm hand on your waist. You laugh at yourself as the heat rises to the tips of your ears.

“You alright, doll?” He asks as his other hand comes up to rest on your cheek. The calloused skin of his fingers is delightfully rough against your cheek. Your lips part involuntarily as you look up into his dark eyes, bottomless pools of chestnut and ochre, framed by long, thick lashes. The grip on your waist tightens slightly as you see his chest heave, the tan skin of his chest glistening slightly with perspiration. You’d never been one for one-night stands or casual hook-ups but something about the way this man was drinking you in had you weak at the knees.

“I’m fine, just tired from all of the travelling.” You whisper, your breath coming in shallow rasps as you try and resist the urge to kiss him. You wanted to blame the alcohol, but you were only slightly buzzed, a false sense of confidence flooding you as you smell his subtle, floral cologne that draws you closer to him.

“Need me to call you a cab?” He breathes, you feel his hand twitching on your waist as you feel him constraining himself.

“Please.” You nod, dropping your gaze to your feet, trying to reel yourself back from the point of no return. José turns to the bartender and asks him to call a cab for you, you let out a shallow breath as his hands leave you, trying to collect yourself.

“One’s on the way, come on I’ll wait with you outside.” He insists and you let him walk you out, the hot night air oppressive as you expect to step out into a cooler atmosphere than the bar.

“Fucking Colombia.” You grumble, not used to being so hot all the time, the presence of José at your back not helping matters. You stand in the alleyway, just off the street, waiting for the cab when you hear him chuckle from behind you. The snap of a zippo catches your attention as he lights a cigarette. You wrinkle your nose; you’ve always hated smoking. He catches the look on your face and snubs the unsmoked cigarette on the wall. He clearly doesn’t want to put you off if he was even remotely in with a chance of taking you home. You turn away, not trusting yourself to not throw yourself at him if you kept his gaze.

“Not a fan of the heat?” José asks as he eyes you from behind, you mentally beg him to step forward and close the distance, to grab you from behind and touch you. The tension is just too much.

“Not when I have so many clothes on.” You whisper, something in you hopes that it was too quiet to hear but the soft hum in your ear as strong arms circle around your waist, pinning you to him, confirms that he definitely heard you.

“You sure you need to go back to your place tonight?” He asks as he presses a soft, lingering kiss into the sensitive flesh of your neck, the brush of his moustache on your skin and the warm press of his lips bring a strangled moan to your lips and you feel his smile against your skin as he hears it.

“Yes, I really do.” You assure him, you ball your fists at your side as you try and fight the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair. You could feel his growing erection against your ass, and you whimper softly, this time he hadn’t heard you, to your relief.

“Shame, would have loved to hear what other noises I could tease out of you.” He chuckles as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, sucking an angry mark into your neck, the sensation is enough to moisten your panties as your head rolls back in pleasure at the depraved act.

“Fuck.” You breathe as he plants a kiss on your jaw, nipping lightly as he thumbs the hem of your cargo shorts.

“Your ride’s here, shame, but maybe I’ll see you around before you leave Bogotá?” He asks as he pushes you forward. The abrupt release from his tight hold startles you and you just manage to right yourself before turning to scowl at him.

“Maybe, I don’t know how long I’ll be in town.” You say with a smile, “But maybe I’ll see you here Friday night?”

“Sounds like a plan, goodnight, sugar.” He gives you a mock salute and you roll your eyes, fumbling to get the back door of the cab open in your flustered state. You practically fall into the back seat as you give the driver your address. You try not to look back like a love-sick puppy as the car pulls away. You massage the spot where he had left a mark and hope that you can cover it up in the morning. Somehow.

Bogotá, what a fucking place.

~*~

You stand at your bathroom mirror, frustration rolling off you in waves as you take in the large, angry mark on your neck. You apply concealer and a bit of foundation over the mark, it looks better but it’s still there. You give up and glance at your watch, you have a few minutes before you needed to leave. You grab your camera bag and take one last look around your new home. It needed some decoration, especially if you were going to be here a while.

“Idiot, what were you thinking? Should have stayed home.” You curse yourself for being so stupid as you fly down the flights of stairs. You notice the tall blonde woman at the last moment, stopping just short of mowing her down in the foyer.

“Shit, sorry! Uh, lo siento!” You correct, forgetting where you were for a moment.

“No worries, hon, you alright there?” The blonde woman gives you a knowing smile as she looks pointedly at the already smudging makeup on your shoulder.

Another American, are there any Colombians in this part of town?

“Yeah, sorry I’m going to be late for work.” You blurt and the woman raises an eyebrow at you. “So, you’re not the woman Javi was with last night? I thought, seeing as you were coming from that direction…”

“Don’t know anyone called Javi. Sorry, ma’am!”

“Connie, Connie Murphy, my husband Steve, and I live in this block too. Nice to meet you” You give her your name and she nods, filing it away for future reference.

“Anyway, nice to meet you Connie, I really do need to run.” You apologise as you sprint out of the building.

Connie watches you go, a wry smile plastered on her face as she connects the dots.

“Oh Javi, what have you done?” She asks herself with a chuckle as she heads back into the apartment.

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homestuck-archive · 6 months

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>Homestuck pages on this day:

Dave: Answer Terezi

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TG: what are you talking about

GC: W3LL, FOR 1NST4NC3

GC: K4RK4T W4S 4LW4YS TORM3NT3D BY H1S P4ST 4ND FUTUR3 S3LV3S

GC: 4ND TH31R M1ST4K3S

GC: L1T3R4LLY TORM3NT3D BY TH3M 1N TH3S3 4BSURD SCH1ZOPHR3N1C M3MOS

GC: 1T W4S 1D34L FU3L FOR H1S S3LF LO4TH1NG

GC: H3 B3C4M3 OBS3SS3D W1TH H1MS3LF 4S 4N 3LUS1V3 4DV3RS4RY

GC: R4TH3R TH4N JUST B31NG H1MS3LF 1N TH3 MOM3NT 4ND R34L1Z1NG WHO H3 W4S SUPPOS3D TO B3

GC: 4ND W4K1NG UP >:[

TG: wow ok what does that have to do with me

GC: NOTH1NG 1N 4 L1T3R4L S3NS3

GC: BUT 1 H4V3 OBS3RV3D YOU D4V3

GC: YOU 4R3 4LW4YS G3TT1NG B41L3D OUT OF J4MS

GC: 4T F1RST BY YOUR BRO

GC: 3V3N FUTUR3 D4V3SPR1T3 G3TS 1N ON TH3 4CT OF SHOW1NG UP POOR OLD PR3S3NT D4V3

GC: WH3N DO3S PR3S3NT D4V3 G3T TO ST3P OUT OF TH3 SH4DOW OF 4LL THOS3 FUTUR3 D4V3S??

GC: WH3N DO3S H3 G3T TO B3 TH3 H3RO, TH4T'S WH4T 1 W4NT TO KNOW >:D

TG: i dunno i guess maybe when i become future me

GC: H4H4H4H4H4H4

GC: TH4T 1S 3X4CTLY WH4T K4RK4T US3D TO S4Y

GC: 1T W4S 4LW4YS TH3 4NSW3R

TG: fuck who cares

TG: like i even give a shit about being a hero whatever that even means

TG: im not seeing the problem here future me is awesome he can bail me out if he wants

GC: Y3S, 3X4CTLY!

GC: B3C4US3 YOU 4R3 COOL 4BOUT YOUR PROBL3M

GC: 1NST34D OF 4CT1NG L1K3 4 S1LLY L1TTL3 PUP4

GC: BUT DONT WORRY, ON3 D4Y YOU W1LL G3T TO T4K3 YOUR TURN 4S H3RO!

GC: 4ND ON3 D4Y

GC: YOU W1LL T4K3 OFF THOS3 DUMB GL4SS3S 4ND L3T M3 G3T 4NOTH3R SN1FF 4T YOUR 3Y3S

TG: not gonna happen

GC: COM3 ON!

GC: 1 ONLY GOT ON3 L1TTL3 WH1FF 4T TH3M

GC: WH3N YOU W3R3 4 T1NY P1NK W1GGL3R W1TH 4RMS 4ND L3GS S1TT1NG 1N 4 CR4T3R ON TH4T S4D HORS3 YOU 4T3

GC: TH3Y W3R3 PR3TTY!

GC: 1T 1S SO S3LF1SH OF YOU TO K33P TH3M COV3R3D UP

GC: 4ND TH3 L4M3 S3CR3CY SURROUND1NG 1T 1S ONC3 4G41N R3M1ND1NG M3 OF 4 C3RT41N YOU KNOW WHO >:|

TG: hey look at this change of subject going down

TG: about this comic

TG: are you saying im about to fall asleep

GC: Y3S

==>

TG: why

GC: 1 DO NOT KNOW

GC: M4YB3 YOU 4R3 R34LLY T1R3D!

GC: YOU DROP SUDD3NLY 4ND SW1FTLY, L1K3 4N 3X3CUT3D F3LON F4C1NG N4PPY JUST1C3

TG: i dont feel tired

TG: could be rose waking me up again

TG: bonkin me with yarn or some shit

GC: OH?

TG: can you see in my dreams

GC: NO >:[

TG: too bad

TG: last time i promised rose id take off my shades and look in the sky for some reason

TG: youre gonna miss a hell of a show

GC: BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH >XO

GC: MOST 4WFUL COOLK1D!!!!!

TG: so i guess i have to summon davesprite too

GC: Y3S

TG: whys that

GC: WHY DO YOU TH1NK!

GC: TO B41L YOUR STUBBORN SP3CT4CL3D BUTT OUT OF TROUBL3 4G41N

TG: huh

TG: ok

GC: WH3N YOU 4R3 4SL33P, SOON 4 HORD3 OF V3RY POW3RFUL MONST3RS W1LL 3M3RG3 FROM TH3 RU1NS

GC: TO D3F3ND TH3 TR34SUR3 YOU H4V3 STOL3N

GC: OR D1D YOU TH1NK YOU W3R3 GO1NG TO W4LTZ OUT OF H3R3 W1TH TH4T COOL L3G3ND4RY SWORD 4ND F4C3 NO CONS3QU3NC3S?

TG: yeah kinda

TG: didnt think this useless horseshit was boss grade loot to be honest

GC: W3LL 1T 1S!

GC: NOW R3L34S3 M1ST3R OR4NG3 CR34MS1CL3S, ST4T

GC: 4ND H4V3 DR34MS 4S SW33T 4S H3 T4ST3S >:]

TG: ok see ya

#homestuck #hs #fyp #413 #homestuck dave #terezi pyrope #dave strider #daverezi

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arti-cat · 9 months

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wait i need to ramble about my iterators a second too i adore them . even if these r just messy drawings (the first two r from a friend group rainworld story)

when words fail, music speaks (MS) (formally known as the messenger) is an iterator that sits in a high-up region! she handled communications between different iterators and local groups, though her systems went haywire due to rising heat and they ended up. not okay! they spend most of their time during slugcat campaigns making music that fills their region with so much bass that it completely wrecks the ecosystem and wildlife. and causes uncontrollable dancing instead of rain! plus heatwaves

and then this is this and that is that (4T) is like just a sad guy. he sits in an incredibly small can and superstructure because he ended up being rushed while being built in order to fit a higher-tech iterator nearby, plus he doesn't have a reason to exist since iterators in that world usually have their own purposes so he ends up even more distressed and hateful. he ends up powering himself off when things go bad until some slugcats forcibly wake him up HEPSDHF they need a hug really

for a dream true, on cloud nine (nine) is just a sona iterator! i haven't thought much about the specific world he's from but she's a highly advanced iterator that has a powerful system inside his puppet, so they can detach themselves from the can and walk around. nine has a metal slugcat that he built and a silly abyss slugcat that follows him about :] and if i ever finish writing this one au fic he basically helps five pebbles out. giving him the same tech she has. im very normal about them they're so silly

#rain world #iterator #iterator oc #rainworld oc #rw oc #cheshirerw

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territorial-utopia · 1 year

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I posted 302 times in 2022

That's 110 more posts than 2021!

133 posts created (44%)

169 posts reblogged (56%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@territorial-utopia

@ashiftingworkshop

@pocket-ozwynn

@gt-con

@starskichild

I tagged 281 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#niart - 64 posts

#gianttiny - 64 posts

#dragon's lair - 59 posts

#lovia - 55 posts

#giant/tiny - 54 posts

#t - 51 posts

#sfwgt - 45 posts

#terri rants - 39 posts

#giant tiny - 37 posts

#gtfluff - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#also might or might not be getting ideas on how these two bastards finally realise that they're eachother's spouses after the memory loss~

My Top Posts in 2022:

Happy Hug a Tiny Day!!

When yer s/o is so exhausted they act like a limp ragdoll in your hands (at least until you smother them with a giant hug)

380 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

T and Lovia getting ready to go the nearby town to shop together, one’s already done and ready to go and knows exactly what he’s doing (flirting).

409 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

Cosmically small

Wonder what could cause a person to end up in magical slumber inside jewellery 🤔 Just a concept I’ve been toying around with to ward off extreme fatigue. Decided to draw Lovia checking in on T who’s encased in an ornamental amber ring. The question remains: is it to heal from a curse? To recharge drained magical abilities? To halt or slow down bodily functions in order to gain more time to find a cure to an illness or poison?

Who knows-

454 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

Do you ever just-

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My #1 post of 2022

See the full post

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #love numberssss #i'd say this was a good year C:#HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYSSS

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pesterloglog · 5 months

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Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider

Act 5, page 3698

gallowsCalibrator [GC] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG]

GC: STR1111111D3R

TG: oh my fucking god

GC: WH4T >:?

TG: what do you mean what

TG: we just got done talking and agreed it would be awesome if you didnt bother me for a while

TG: you know like while i guess i grieved over this brutally murdered rad family member or something

GC: OH

GC: TH4TS R1GHT

GC: 1 FORGOT!

TG: it was five seconds ago

GC: 1 TH1NK TH4T W4S HOURS 4GO FOR M3

GC: 1 4M 4 L1TTL3 FOGGY ON 4LL OUR CHRONOLOG1ST1C4L SH3N4N1G4NS 4T TH1S PO1NT...

GC: TH3R3 H4S B33N SO MUCH CR4ZY STUFF GO1NG ON H3R3 1 H4V3 LOST TR4CK!

TG: so youre officially going nonlinear with me then

TG: were just forfeiting all rhyme or reason to this unmitigated clusterfuck is that it

GC: D4V3, YOUR 3NT1R3 3X1ST3NC3 1S NONL1N34R

GC: DONT B3 SO M3LODR4M4T1C

TG: whoops ok in the future ill try not to pitch any sort of dramatics while brooding over the cadavers of slaughtered loved ones

GC: D1D YOU LOV3 H1M D4V3?

TG: no

GC: BUT H3 W4S YOUR STR4NG3 HUM4N M4N-LUSUS

GC: WHO T4UGHT YOU TO L1K3 COOL TH1NGS, L1K3 SWORDS 4ND PUPP3TS 4ND MOV1NG R34LLY F4ST!

GC: HOW COULD YOU NOT???

TG: puppets arent cool theyre shitty small fake people who haunt your dreams and grin like permanent assholes

TG: i was making a joke about being all broken up about it

TG: a guy can be sad and make jokes at the same time

GC: YOU 4R3 S4D, BUT NOT BROK3N UP 4BOUT 1T?

GC: 1 DONT UND3RST4ND

TG: exactly

GC: BUT YOU S41D YOU W3R3 GR13V1NG!

TG: i said we agreed youd leave me alone to grieve

TG: didnt say whether i actually would or actually am

GC: W3LL, 4R3 YOU?

TG: i am grieving to the max like a widow on dead husband island

TG: behind these chill as fuck shades my face is having this crazy attack of the sads

TG: my rue is fucking bananas cant you tell

GC: 4RGH NO, 1 C4NT!

GC: YOU DONT SOUND S1NC3R3, BUT 1TS SO H4RD TO T3LL WH4T L4Y3R OF 1RONY R3MOV3D FROM R34L1TY YOUR FL1PP4NT R3M4RKS 4R3 SUPPOS3D TO B3

GC: 1 4M B3TT1NG YOU R34LLY 4R3 S4D NO M4TT3R HOW H1L4R1OUS 4ND 4LOOF YOU TH1NK YOUR3 B31NG

TG: the truth is a mystery

TG: tucked behind the pursed lips of a shitty riddler

TG: they will be loosened only when presented with the conundrous grandeur of rigid insoluble puzzlecock

GC: BLUH TH4T M4K3S NO S3NS3!

TG: im sorry you are so flustered by the mere mention of glittering mythical cryptodick it honestly makes me think youre not ready for the truth

GC: D4V3 YOUR P3RPL3X1NG 3UPH3M1SMS 1NVOLV1NG WH4T 1 PR3SUM3 TO B3 L3WD 4ND V4GU3LY 1NTR1GU1NG PORT1ONS OF HUM4N 4N4TOMY 1 TH1NK 4R3 NOT 4S H1L4R1OUS 4S YOU PROB4BLY B3L13V3

GC: 4ND 1N 4NY C4S3 YOU M4Y B3 4M4Z3D TO L34RN 1 4M NOT TOT4LLY 1N TH3 MOOD FOR YOUR DUMB SM4RT4SSY HORNSWOGGL3RY!

GC: 1 H4V3 LOTS OF MY OWN PROBL3MS H3R3, 4ND TH3Y 4R3 B1G, B1G PROBL3MS

GC: SO WHY DONT YOU JUST T3LL M3 WH4T YOU 4R3 TH1NK1NG FOR ONC3?

TG: its pretty simple

TG: im just thinkin about how im gonna take this sword

GC: Y34H...

GC: 1 N3V3R R34LLY GOT WHY YOU WOULDNT JUST PULL 1T OUT

TG: filthiest thing you ever said

GC: HUH >:?

TG: forget it

TG: pulling swords out of things isnt how i roll

TG: im not john remember

GC: 1 4M NOT FOLLOW1NG

TG: im not a hero

TG: my bro was

TG: john is

TG: im not

GC: Y3S YOU 4R3!

TG: no

GC: Y3S, W3 4LL 4R3

GC: 1 4M TH3 H3RO OF M1ND

GC: YOU 4R3 TH3 H3RO OF T1M3

GC: TH4T 1S WHO W3 W3R3 CR34T3D TO B3

TG: fine its a title we inherit as phlegm babies or whatever but what have i done to earn it

TG: pretty much nothing but horsing around through time and swindling retarded alligators out of their life savings

TG: if that swords coming out of his chest its coming out clean

TG: taking it vertically means drawing more blood

TG: but horizontally means a clean break

TG: check it

GC: NO, DONT >:[

#homestuck #dave strider #terezi pyrope #homestuck act 5 #page 3698 #homestuck act 5 act 2

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pollstuck · 1 year

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You are suddenly the awesome coolkid.

In a different game session.

In the future.

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering gallowsCalibrator [GC] --

TG: what the fuck was the point of this again TG: why did i ever agree to go along with this horseshit GC: B3C4US3 YOU H4D TO, 1T W4S 1N YOUR FUTUR3 GC: 4ND B3S1D3S YOU MUST US3 D1PLOM4CY TO W1N OV3R YOUR CONSORTS GC: S33 LOOK 1NSUFF3R4BL3, TH3Y 4LL LOV3 YOU NOW! YOU 4R3 TH3 H3RO, 1TS YOU >:] GC: NOW TH3Y W1LL G1V3 YOU 4LL TH3 S3CR3TS OF TH3 L4ND TG: what secrets TG: they dont have any secrets TG: look at them theyre morons TG: the only secret theyve got is how many times a day they accidentally flush their medical alert bracelets down the toilet GC: 1NSUFF3R4BL3, TH3Y 4R3 STUP1D 4ND Y3T V3RY W1S3 GC: YOU H4V3 MUCH TO L34RN 4ND 1 W1LL K33P H3LP1NG YOU L34RN 1T! GC: 3V3N 1F YOU 4R3 4 HUG3 CRYB4BY WHO 1S 34S1LY UPS3T BY CHOPP3D V3G3T4BL3S TG: ok im gonna change out of this wet suit TG: and into a dry shut your fucking mouth GC: >8Y BLUHHHHHHH

TG: there now i wont be satisfying your crazy red fetish either GC: >:'C GC: NOW 1 4M CRY1NG TOO YOU S33 WH4T YOU D1D TG: all you get to smell is black TG: like licorice or something TG: you hate licorice right GC: 1 LOV3 L1COR1C3 TG: shit TG: ok lets say i dont smell like licorice then TG: i smell like TG: a coal miners asshole GC: TOO L4T3! GC: 1T 4LR34DY SM3LLS L1K3 L1COR1C3 S1NC3 YOU S41D TH4T, 4ND NOW 1 C4NT UNSM3LL 1T TG: whatever TG: anyway TG: probably bout time i got on with this game TG: sans these pointless sidequests you want drag me through for kicks TG: later blart nice knowing you GC: W41T! GC: YOU C4N'T D1TCH M3, W3V3 GOT 1MPORT4NT STUFF TO DO TOG3TH3R TG: unlikely GC: OH GC: H3Y >:o GC: HOW DO YOU KNOW MY N4M3? TG: you told me remember GC: Y34H, BUT 1 THOUGHT YOU FORGOT! TG: why would i forget GC: YOU S41D YOU W3R3 GO1NG TO M4K3 4 PO1NT OF FORG3TT1NG! TG: oh TG: i guess i forgot i was supposed to forget GC: W3LL TH3N GC: M1ST3R 1NSUFF3R4BL3 PR1CK GC: 1 4M GL4D TH4T YOU FORGOT TO FORG3T >:D TG: uh alright TG: im still gonna go off and do my own thing though TG: later GC: W41T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TG: dammit what GC: OK 1 G3T TH4T YOU 4R3 TH1S R4D LON3R 4ND YOU TH1NK YOU H4V3 1T 4LL F1GUR3D OUT GC: BUT HOW 4BOUT TH1S GC: 1F 1 4M M34NT TO H3LP YOU, TH3N YOUR FUTUR3 S3LF OUGHT TO V1S1T YOU R1GHT NOW 4ND G1V3 YOU 4 THUMBS UP, R1GHT? GC: 1T W1LL B3 YOUR W4Y OF CONF1RM1NG TO YOURS3LF TH4T 1 C4N B3 TRUST3D GC: TH3R3 1S NO W4Y YOU WOULD PL4N TO DO TH4T 1N TH3 FUTUR3 1F YOU 3ND UP R3GR3TT1NG MY H3LP GC: DO3S TH4T SOUND F41R? TG: yeah fine but i doubt that i TG: oh fuck there i am hiding behind that column GC: >8D

TG: ok so whats the plan GC: 1 THOUGHT YOU WOULD N3V3R 4SK GC: TH3R3 4R3 SO M4NY PL4NS GC: W3 4R3 GO1NG TO B3 SO BUSY 1NSUFF3R4BL3, YOU H4V3 NO 1D34 TG: thats cool TG: but whats the answer that doesnt have anything to do with meaningless bullshit GC: 1SNT 1T OBV1OUS? GC: NOW TH4T W3 4R3 4 T34M 1NSUFF3R4BL3 GC: YOU 4ND M3 GC: 1T 1S T1M3 TG: time TG: for GC: T1M3 TG: for TG: come on GC: FOR............ TG: ...... TG: ........... GC: ............................. GC: FOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.............. TG: god dammit GC: 4 MOTH3R FUCK1NG D4NC3 P4RTY!!!!!!! >:O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GC: http://tinyurl.com/OMGD4NC3P4RTY TG: whoa

TG: i TG: where the fuck did this footage come from TG: like that isnt one of your shitty drawings that's straight up footage GC: W3LL YOU S33 1NSUFF3R4BL3... GC: 1 DONT 4CTU4LLY KNOW >:? GC: 1T JUST SHOW3D UP ON MY COMPUT3R TG: look at us go TG: i cant stop watching TG: damn TG: those moves GC: TRUST M3 GC: TH3S3 MOV3S DONT STOP K33P T4K1NG PL4C3 GC: NOT 4T TH1S P4RTY TG: i can see im going to have to drop everything TG: drop it like its simultaneously hot and i just tripped over the rug TG: dedicate my undivided attention to this shit GC: 1NSUFF3R4BL3, WHY TR1P OV3R TH4T RUG... GC: WH3N YOU C4N CUT 1T????? >:] GC: T4PP4 T4P T4P 4 P4P! GC: SHOOSH SHOOSH! TG: damn youre right TG: truth be told everyone will be tripping when im done TG: once i upset this biznasty with my swift cuts TG: dudes will phalanx themselves agape like theyre offerin to store my shit in their mouths for the night TG: rows of glasseyed human fly catchers beholding categorical fucking domination of the dance floor TG: but they wont catch none cause the flys all mine GC: YOU H4V3 4LL TH3 D3L1C1OUS FL13S

TG: ok but seriously TG: who are these other guys were jammin with TG: is that a cyclops? GC: 1T'S CL34RLY 4 B1CLOPS TG: damn my bad TG: oh hold the fucking phone TG: is that nick cage??? GC: WHO 1S N1CK C4G3 TG: he's this really weird actor that zoosmell is obsessed with TG: why the fuck is he there GC: H3 MUST H4V3 PL4Y3D SGRUB TG: i guess that makes sense TG: shits already so goddamn weird TG: this might as well happen

TG: but seriously what is the real plan here TG: that has to do with not fucking around GC: YOUV3 S34D BUT S3R1OUSLY TW1C3 1N L1K3 TWO M1NUT3S GC: 4R3 W3 G3TT1NG DOUBL3 S3R1OUS TG: were getting double serious GC: GU3SS 1 N33D TO ST3P UP MY G4M3 TG: so what are we doing GC: W3LL, W3 N33D TO ST4RT M4K1NG YOU SOM3 MON3Y GC: LOTS 4ND LOTS 4ND LOTS OF 1T! TG: ok GC: WH3N YOU H4V3 S4V3D UP 3NOUGH GC: W3 W1LL BUY YOU YOUR F1RST FR4YMOT1F GC: TH3N YOU C4N ST4RT CUTT1NG OUT TRULY TH3 FLY3ST OF MOV3S GC: 4ND TH4T 1S WH3N W3 W1LL B3G1N TH3 MOST POORLY B3H4V3D D4NC3 P4RTY OF 4LL >:D TG: sounds cool GC: D3MONS 4ND D3N1Z3NS 4L1K3 W1LL TR3MBL3 B3FOR3 YOUR F1DG3TY GYR4T1ONS GC: 4ND MOST 1MPORT4NTLY, YOU W1LL PROV3 YOURS3LF TO B3 TH3 B3ST HUM4N BOY OF 4LL GC: W4Y B3TT3R TH4N TH4T DORKY POOPLORD 4ND WHO3V3R M1GHT B3 M3DDL1NG W1TH H1M 4T 4NY G1V3N MOM3NT TG: huh what an odd thing to say TG: it demands no explanation whatsoever GC: NO OF COURS3 NOT TG: so how do i start making all this money GC: P4T13NC3! GC: R3M3MB3R HOW 1 S41D YOU H4V3 PL3NTY OF T1M3 TG: tell me anyway GC: OK W3LL T4K3 WH4T YOU H4V3 S4V3D UP FROM CL1MB1NG YOUR 3CH3L4DD3R TO ST4RT W1TH GC: HOW MUCH DO YOU H4V3? TG: dont know TG: i never even looked at it GC: BL3333H, N1C3 JOB 4C3 G4M3R GC: M4YB3 YOU SHOULD H4V3 4 LOOK 4T 1T TG: k GC: 4ND TH3N 1 W1LL 4DV1S3 YOU L4T3R 4FT3R OBS3RV1NG TH3 GR4ND SCH3M3 OF 4LL TH1NGS 4ND 4LL 1NSUFF3R4BL3S GC: 1 W1LL L34V3 YOU 4LON3 FOR 4 L1TTL3 WH1L3 TO W4ND3R 4ND 3XPLOR3 GC: BUT 1 W1LL B3 B4CK! TG: awesome TG: peace out p-b GC: >:) TG: oh shit GC: >:?

GC: WH4T 1S 1T????? TG: fuck

#homestuck #pollstuck #dave strider #terezi pyrope

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