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thepunmaster · 1 year

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I posted 28,265 times in 2022

That's 21,509 more posts than 2021!

157 posts created (1%)

28,108 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@anarchistmemecollective

@ahrva

@dysfunctionalroomba

@the-village-dunce

@made-nondescript

I tagged 1,724 of my posts in 2022

#double lifeblogging - 52 posts

#anon.txt - 20 posts

#unreality - 16 posts

#described - 14 posts

#pattoncakes! - 11 posts

#reblog game - 11 posts

#time for crab - 10 posts

#dsmp - 10 posts

#ai generated - 9 posts

#what - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#brain's got into a dopamine-seeking loop and is endlessly refreshing notifications again? tell your friend to tell you to do the thing you'v

My Top Posts in 2022:

We have decided to make a new pinned post to reflect some changes, and the fact that we wish to be fully open about being a system.

Hello, we are the Puns System. We are traumagenic and have over one hundred members. Our collective pronouns are he/they/fey, and we enjoy poetry, animals, and various fandom-related things.

Our blog for original posts is @theoriginalpunmaster, and our system-related sideblog is @themanypunmasters.

We tag things as #x tw, #tw x, or #x mention. We usually tag #long post. If we reblog a version of “do you love the colour of the sky”, we tag it as #colour of the sky. If you wish for us to tag a certain thing or type of post, you need only to ask.

We would prefer if no nsfw blogs follow us.

You may send asks or message us at any time, and are, in fact, encouraged to.

Below are some of the alters who will be or are using Tumblr, and their corresponding tags. We will add to this as necessary.

#plant.posting - Parsley, he/him. This is me, and also the alter who has been writing the post thus far. I am 15 years old on average, though my age varies from 12 to 17. I am similar to an angel, though without the halo or religious connotation. I enjoy botany, the wind, and stargazing. I tend to be an aggressive protector, though we do not use many labels.

#fishbitch>D - yo i m Meenah from Beforus, ey/em/eir, fish/fishself, or water/waterself. i m a homestuck fictive obviously but dont ask me why the brain chose me 2 b all fleshed out + almost a host instead of anenome of the other trolls we have cuz idk. >D looks like a fish n i think thats cool

#eclipse.text - this will be the tag for the time subsystem, we all use he/him and xi/xim/xir pronouns. dark thyme (that’s me) is 17, likes tea, and enjoys playing minecraft. i’m the one who will probably be using tumblr the most out of us three. light thyme is somewhere between 5 and 9, he really likes chocolate and we might make a sideblog for him (and other littles) to reblog stimboards and animal pictures on, and other things like that. gray thyme is a 12 year old cryptid, he rarely fronts and i have no idea what he likes.

#pattoncakes! - I’m Patton, she/them! I’m a very upbeat, positive alter! I’m a fogtive of Patton Sanders (Sort of in between a fictive (alter based on a fictional character) and a factive (alter based on a real person), in a way that makes it confusing which one I am or how much of each I am!) I like dad jokes and cats!

#pearlescentperegrine - absynthe, they/them and si/sin/sir, im a winged person (hence the tag “pearlescent peregrine”) from an alternate sorta victorian-era england where some people have wings an stuff. i like watchin hermitcraft

#anon.txt - This will be used for alters who do not wish to reveal themselves, when we are blurred and are not aware of who is fronting, and other reasons that we/an alter would stay anonymous.

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ok i dare u.

make a pun with this fish (btw her name is shiny :D)

oh, a sarcastic fringehead! she's magni-fish-ent! i sea that just one pun won't be enough to hold to scale, she deserves the fin-est jokes i can shell out :3

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the concept of being “overqualified” for a job is a construct of capitalism, because employers want their employees to be dependent on them so they can get away with more shit without losing workers. if you have more qualifications than necessary for the position, especially if you have a lot more, you could very easily get a different, better-paying or higher-quality job if you become unsatisfied with your current one. if you just barely meet the qualifications for your current job, almost any others that you would be able to find would be a downgrade, likely with a lower rank and pay.

this intertwines with the majority of employees getting severely underpaid, so that even in higher positions they might struggle with or be unable to maintain a comfortable lifestyle, which feeds into the culture of competition and the societal pressure to have the ultimate goal and dream of climbing up the metaphorical company ladder, instead of being satisfied and happy on a figuratively lower rung, as most “lower” positions, while absolutely essential, are not paid enough to reflect their necessity, and are treated with very little respect. in this essay I will

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My #1 post of 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #no comment on my top post #however people should go check out my 4th top post because i spent a lot of time drawing that #if you do: sorry in advance for my shitty handwriting; a transcription of the words is at the bottom

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remus-thecreative · 2 years

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Its such a long song we will just split this into 2-3 parts lol ANYWAYS enjoy part 1 of this late thing for #AroSidesWeek

Give Us Euphoria PART 1

Songfic (Euphoria by MUSE)

Every side is aro-spec in these fics we create; this focuses on Remus and Patton. Obligatory disclaimer: this is based on both the source material AND our fictives (Rat and Frog were collaborators actually lol). They made sure to get each other's consent/permission to team up and write this, as should anyone writing about ppl they know irl.

Content Warnings: minor injuries, self deprecation, talking about depression and dissociation, suggestive nicknames.

Anyways, enjoy!

Shut down

We are growing spiritless

If no one cares, then who is gonna save us?

Give us euphoria

Remus was really, really fucking bored. Not just in general, but emotionally it felt like someone had squeezed out every drop of water from its octopus appendages and left it to dry in the desert. More literally, he hadn't moved from underneath his own bed in… yeah he wasn't even going to try counting. Groaning pathetically, the side glanced over to its right, relishing in the sudden pain due to the fact its eyes had not moved much for hours. Pain was good in these times, was grounding and very real unlike far too many dark fantasies Thomas would never bother even considering. But, that wasn't the main reason he had looked to his right; no it was…. shit, why had Remus-

"FUCK! This is just sad, and I don't do sad shit unless it's paired with grotesque horrors!"

The words were nearly ripped out of its throat that was rather dry, frustration almost palpable. A fit of coughing was followed by the admittedly theatrical creaking of the duke's joints as the side crawled out from underneath the bed. Ew, physical exhaustion of the depressed variety. Whether he had the energy or not, he was going to get to the bottom of this problem that was becoming disturbingly clear in its source. Not bothering to check on the state of its outfit and grimacing at the still extremely empty 'dark sides' living room, Remus took in a deep breath and put what it hoped was a winning and deranged smile on its face while giggling out:

"I hope someone is ready for a visitor from hell…"

Worn out

Everything will fall apart

So shine a light and warm up this heavy heart

And give us euphoria

It hadn't been the best week for Patton, and if he was going to be honest, the near future wasn't looking that much better. Despite the continuous progress with everyone figuring out how to work best with each other, all the new discoveries about Thomas' sides, and the growing acceptance of many… it had taken a lot of emotional energy he hadn't expected.

Honestly, his own shortcomings regarding being morality stung worse than what was left of his strained relationships; relationships in general had always been confusing and difficult for Patton. Never sure when the exact moment a person becomes a friend or lover, so he had always tried to be equally affectionate to everyone. Lost when it came to what's supposed to happen when a relationship ends or changes. Unaware if the annoyance or exasperation he felt from others at his puns were simply in the moment or a sign he had made a significant overstep, so he kept them all as harmless and cute as he could. Yes, Patton had done his best! Only, that wasn't actually the correct action. The right thing to do. He supposed it was all connected after all, morality and relationships.

Which brought him to the present, a tired chuckle making its way past his lips as he realized he'd spaced out yet again instead of getting ready for the day.

"At least I'm already dressed to impress! Well besides my glasses, where did I set them last night…"

Patton started off cheerfully, voice getting quieter as he stood up and searched the room with the enthusiasm of a cat sensing an oncoming bathing in a tub. Although leaving his room was a must when he wasn't feeling his best, it was tempting. Then again, he had plans to talk to a certain snake today, and really didn't want Janus of all sides to get worried about him, or even worse, disappointed. That should have been enough to speed up the finding process, but strangely enough he still couldn't find his glasses. Brows now furrowed, Patton put his hands on his hips and almost let himself get upset, brown eyes widening in fright as he caught himself.

"No no no, I cannot be doing that! Not after the frogger incident-"

"-I think you mean the coolest shit ever that you should do more often, Patton-With-The-Cake!"

The shriek that left Patton was quite mild compared to the jump his body performed as Remus popped into his room.

#Aro Sides Week #arosidesweek2022 #therez the tag #ts remus #ts patton #🐙 the duke #🐸 frog man #think this would fall under Free Day or uhh Discovery if that was a prompt. idk we r just aro jfgdgxgff #OH AND CHECK OUT MY COOL PRONOUNZ HEHE 🐁

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childrenofthevoid · 3 years

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Okay!! first post fur the system blog!!! welcs to us! we are the ChildrenOfTheVoid system n making a tumblr seemed fun for interacting with folks! we plan on postin a bunch of stuff!! art of peeps, talking bout our headspace and the fictives ‘ll probs talk about exomemories!!!

heres a list of us all, we’re sorta introject heavy so thats fun! an cuz of that i’ll seperate introjects (fictives) from like,,, “original” members if you know what i mean, not introjects!!!

our fictives: •Janus (sanders sides) •Remus (sanders sides) •Chara (Undertale) •Asriel (Undertale) •Grimm (Hollow Knight) •Shade (Hollow Knight) •Jack (Creepypasta) •Miku (Vocaloid) •Toga (My Hero Academia) •Dabi (My Hero Academia)

our aproxives: •Rep (aproxive of both Patton and Jevil) •Larkspur (aproxive of Virgil)

the rest of us!: •Raven (our host) •Kitty (this one is me!!) •King •Twelve •SomeOne •Moss •Dove •Vex

we’ll be signing off our posts so you know who made them!!! as so: -Kitty

#plural #system #sanders sides #hollow knight #my hero academia #undertale #deltarune #vocaloid #creepypasta

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lilfellasblog · 4 years

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Anniversary Fluff

Summary: This is pure, tooth-rotting fluff that's placed within the Healing Broken Wings universe but can be read as a standalone fluff fic! I put this together to mark the 1-year anniversary of Healing Broken Wings being posted. I also learned literally TODAY that HBW and Thomas posting on Vine for the first time share the same anniversary date?!

This fic was directed by a fictive introject (an alter in a Dissociative Identity Disorder system that is based on a fictional character in the outer world). Specifically, this fictive introject is Virgil from Healing Broken Wings. I hope you love this sweetie. <3

There are no warnings. There is no angst. This is pure fluff. I know, I can't believe it either. But it's true!

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience.

TW: None whatsoever.

Word Count: 2131

AO3 here!

Fic Masterlist here!

Virgil groaned as he woke to the sound of a loud bird that decided it needed to scream at the sun directly outside his window specifically. He swore upon looking at his alarm clock, which read Sat. 8:48 AM.

Only Logan gets up this early on a weekend. Virgil smiled to himself as an image of Logan’s sharp face entered his mind. The promise of getting to see his cute boyfriends was enough motivation to roll out of bed and expose his eyes to dreaded sunlight. He tamed his hair just enough to be presentable and threw on some black eyeshadow just below his eyes, then threw on his usual outfit, taking a moment to appreciate the soft weight of his hoodie. He balled a little of it up in each hand and pulled it around himself lightly, allowing himself the small indulgence.

Finally, he ventured out into the kitchen. Patton was making griddled pancakes with a frittata and bacon, Logan was sipping on coffee while reading the newspaper, and Roman was setting the table.

Roman saw Virgil first and beamed. “My lovely raven!! You look simply ravishing today!”

Virgil felt his cheeks get splotchy. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I know!”

Virgil snorted and hugged Roman, who hugged back firmly.

“Breaky is ready!!”

Roman and Virgil pulled apart and went to their chairs. Virgil raised an eyebrow at Logan, who had a soft smile on his face.

“Apologies Virgil. I simply agree with Roman.”

Virgil booped Logan’s nose with Crofter’s jam in retaliation, to which Logan just blinked widely.

Patton giggled at their antics. “Should I kiss it better Lolo?”

Logan met Patton’s gaze evenly. “I would not be opposed.”

Patton kissed Logan for a few moments before returning to serving breakfast. He wiped at his nose and laughed.

“Looks like we both got jam on our noses! I wonder how that happened?”

“I have a hypothesis.”

Virgil smiled at his boyfriends’ antics before he dug into his meal. Roman was gesturing widely, talking about how Thomas would be going to a Broadway play later that night and had all the lyrics memorized, so why wouldn't he sing along with the cast and crew? Virgil had to hide his smile in his food while Logan listed off the many reasons that would be a very bad idea.

When breakfast was over, Virgil volunteered to stay behind and help clean up. As Roman was leaving the kitchen, he embraced Virgil in a side hug and kissed his cheek.

"I'll see you later, my love" Roman said lowly while Virgil blushed and Patton cooed. Virgil walked over to the sink, grinning. Patton was sending him knowing looks, which Virgil pretended not to see.

While Patton was focused on a particularly stubborn bit of burnt egg, Virgil swung his hips over and bumped the side of Patton's hips with his. Patton mischievously side-eyed Virgil and retaliated. Eventually, they were both bumping each other's hips back and forth almost constantly, giggling uncontrollably.

Virgil looked into the sink. "Have we done any dishes?"

"Nope!" Patton chirped. This made them both start giggling again.

They calmed down and went back to washing the dishes. Just as they were about to finish up, Patton bumped Virgil's hip again.

"Hey cupcake! Wanna help me make cupcakes?"

Virgil tilted his head down a bit, staring into Patton's eyes. "That sounds great, cupcake."

Patton blushed prettily and giggled, flicking some suds at Virgil. Virgil huffed and flicked them right back.

Once they wrapped up dishes and wiped down the kitchen, Patton got out the stand mixer and ingredients. Virgil raised his eyebrow at the Crofters raspberry jam.

"You'll see!" Patton sing-songed.

Virgil helped by preheating the oven, buttering the sides of the muffin tin, and putting in cupcake holders while Patton did the rest. When Virgil turned around, Patton booped his nose with chocolate cupcake batter. Virgil wrinkled his nose.

"Awwwwwww you look just like a little bunny rabbit!!" Patton squealed. Virgil laughed and wiped the batter off the tip of his nose, tasting it.

"It tastes really good already Pat."

"Thanks cupcake!"

"...are you going to call me that all day?"

"Do you mind?"

A sigh. "Nooo…"

Patton put the cupcakes in the oven, set a timer, and turned back to Virgil.

"Whaddya wanna do while these bake?"

Virgil shifted. "Hmmmmm…"

"Want a hug?"

Virgil nodded gratefully and was pulled into a gentle, loving hug. Patton's warmth enveloped him, and he could smell both chocolate and vanilla. Patton swayed them back and forth gently, and Virgil had to hide his eyes in Patton's shoulder, feeling all of his love for the sweet man bubbling up in his chest.

Patton gently pulled away. "There you go. Wanna go cuddle?" he asked quietly.

Virgil nodded, and they headed to the couch. Patton snuggled against his chest and Virgil nuzzled his hair, rumbling.

Patton giggled. "My little kitty cat!"

Virgil just smiled. "All yours."

The two men soaked up each other's presence, floating on a cloud of happiness and comfort. Virgil breathed in vanilla, while Patton inhaled lavender. They both jumped when the timer for the cupcakes went off.

Patton took the cupcakes out of the oven and started dolloping strawberry jam and mascarpone on some shortbread cookies.

"Oh, that's not for the cupcakes?"

"No it is! I'm just making Logan a little snack! A little snack for my snack!"

Virgil groaned but chuckled. It was tax season, and that meant another large responsibility on Logan's shoulders. Virgil spied a bit of jam that had somehow made it to Patton's cheek, and kissed it off. Patton turned sparkling eyes to Virgil.

Virgil smirked. "You had some jam on your cheek."

"And you had to kiss it off, hm?"

"How could I resist?"

Patton's ears turned red as he giggled. "Mind taking this up to Logie Bear? I'm gonna try to get these cupcakes on a cooling rack."

"Sure."

When Logan opened the door, he looked frazzled and a few hairs were out of place. However, he relaxed and smiled a soft smile when he saw Virgil. He opened his mouth to speak, but when he saw the cookies with Crofters jam he let out an actual whimper.

Virgil snorted. "I'll give you two some alone time."

Logan gratefully took the cookies with a sheepish look about him. "Thank you Virgil."

"Patton made them, I'm just the messenger."

Logan's gaze turned dark. "I'll be sure to thank both of you later."

Virgil smiled shyly and ducked his head. Logan huffed in amusement.

"I'll see you later darling. Thank you again."

"Yeah, no problem."

With a last smile, Logan disappeared back into his room. Virgil made his way downstairs and walked in just as Patton was setting the last chocolate cupcake on the cooling rack.

"Need any more help? Logan really liked the cookies."

Patton beamed. "That's great!! And I think I'm okay for now! Just need to let these little fellas cool off completely and then we can start the next step!"

Virgil was intrigued, but he trusted Patton to make anything delicious. He thought back to Remy and Saul, who used to struggle with boxed mac and cheese.

"Hey Pat? You good if I go hang out with Remy and Saul for a bit?"

"Go right ahead sweetie! Just let me know if you'll be here for supper! I'm making a pork ballotine with roasted veggies and a beet and goat cheese salad!"

"I'm gonna be here for dinner."

"Awwwww you're too sweet!!" Patton said as he kissed the tip of Virgil's nose. "Go have fun with your dads!"

Virgil sent him a two-finger before he sank down. When he appeared in the Neutral Side, he found Saul and Remy throwing shredded cheese at each other. They stopped long enough to look at him before bursting into laughter.

"Sorry sugar! We are trying to cook!" Remy said through his cackling.

"...I'm so confused."

That just made the two Neutral Sides start laughing again. Virgil shook his head fondly at the two.

"What made you stop down here little one?" Sail asked, still grinning.

Virgil shrugged. "I might've missed you guys or whatever."

"Awwwwwww babes!!" Remy exclaimed as he launched himself towards Virgil. "You can always visit us whenever you want!"

Virgil stumbled but hugged Remy back. "I know, just was thinking of you today."

Remy gave him a final squeeze before letting him go. "It's time for a manicure anyways! Your nails are crying out for help."

"So are your cuticles."

"Excuse you."

Virgil snickered while Remy flicked tea water at him. Remy summoned the items needed, and all three Sides sat down at the table.

"Alright, let's get our fingers soaking." Remy poured scented water into bowls. They chatted idly for a few minutes before Remy removed his hands and started cleaning up his cuticles.

"Always put on your own oxygen mask first."

Once he was done, he worked on Saul's nails next, and finally moved into Virgil's.

"I know Saul's a basic bitch and only wants a clear coat-"

"Love you too bae."

"-but I'm assuming I raised you better?"

Virgil snorted. "Yeah, I-" he thought for a moment. "Do you have dark blue nail polish with glitter in it?"

/////

After watching trashy reality television for a few hours while being cuddled by his surrogate fathers, Virgil appeared back in the Light Side. His mouth watered when he smelled the aroma wafting in from the kitchen. He could hear giggling and kissing, so he cleared his throat loudly before entering.

Roman and Patton were both blushing and smiling.

"Did I interrupt something?" Virgil teased.

"It's okay sweetie, dinner's just about ready anyways! Just don't come in Roman's room without knocking later!"

It was Virgil's turn to blush as Patton continued. "What did you and your dads get up to?"

"Oh, we just did our nails and watched some television."

“Nails?!” Patton whispered, vibrating in his spot.

Virgil chuckled. “Come on over Pat.”

Patton bounded over and looked at Virgil’s nails in awe. “They’re so pretty!!”

Virgil’s face grew hot. “Thanks Pat.” He heard footsteps behind him.

“Indeed they are! Remy did a wonderful job!” Roman declared.

“Ooooooo Logie!! Look at Virgil’s nails!!”

Logan appraised Virgil’s nails with raised eyebrows. Logan had visible tension in his forehead, but had a small smile on his face.

“They are quite lovely, my dear.”

Virgil ducked his head. “Yeah, I know you’ve been super stressed lately and I know you like space, so…” he trailed off, unsure of how to continue his sentence, and just gestured wordlessly.

Logan understood. “That is so thoughtful Virgil,” he said somewhat thickly. “I love you.”

Virgil felt his eyes sting. “I love you too Lo.”

They were staring into each other’s eyes, heat building between them, when the timer went off, causing them both to startle.

“Sorry fellas! Veggies are done!”

Everyone sat down at the table and was drooling over the feast laid before them. Even Roman ate in silence for a few minutes before starting up the conversation. Just before everyone finished, Patton brought out chocolate cupcakes filled with raspberry jam and topped with a white chocolate and dark chocolate ganache swirl. Once they were all stuffed beyond capacity and Patton decided it wouldn’t hurt the dishes to soak overnight, Patton and Roman went up to Roman’s room.

Logan turned to Virgil and smiled. “Would you like to watch Planet Earth?”

Virgil agreed, and soon they were watching field mice do what they do best. Virgil and Logan were holding each other on the couch with a blanket thrown over their legs. Virgil was rumbling intermittently, loving the scent of Logan and loving being held against a firm yet comfortable chest. Logan’s arms around him made him feel so loved and so safe he could cry. He loved having his arms around Logan, knowing that with Logan in his arms he could protect him. And it helps that Logan’s sexy as hell too.

After a few episodes, thanks in large part to the massive meal Patton had put out, Virgil began dozing off. Logan roused him with a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Darling, we’ll feel better in the morning if we sleep in a proper bed.”

Virgil grumbled but followed Logan to the bedroom, only changing into sweatpants and leaving his t-shirt on. He crawled under the covers while he waited for Logan to finish brushing his teeth. Logan got into bed next to a very sleepy Virgil, mint on his breath. Virgil immediately reached out to hold Logan and rest his head on his nerd’s chest. He felt a puff of air on the top of his head and nuzzled against the man beneath him as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

#sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fluff #lamp/calm #lamp/calm fanfic

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c-h-pictures · 4 years

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Sides board game quotes part 4, Carcassonne edition

As per usual, all quotes have been taken from the recent family board game.

On with the mess. There’s not as many here as usual because we didn’t have many good quotes from this game.

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Roman: *singing quietly* Fame, I’m gonna live forever -

Remus: I shall place my piece here.

Roman: *same tune* Fuck, I wanted to place it there.

~~~~~

(I don’t want any of you to say this sounds too in character, I watched SvS and SvS redux again yesterday, and I have a Janus fictive alter who was fronting for some of this game)

Janus: I am going to play this game without building any cities. Only roads and farms.

Logan: You can’t win if you play like that.

Janus: I don’t care. Society wants us to build cities and society is built on lies. I will not follow the rules made in the name of a lie.

- -

Janus: *wins by one point*

Janus: Haha! I told you it would work! Society is a lie!

~~~~~

(None of my family is religious, by the way)

Janus: Looking at this place, if you have a farmer there you have a choice of cathedrals to go to.

Patton: Are you trying to tell me I have a choice of where to worship the same god?

Janus: *looks up* Oh look, a spider.

Virgil: Oh, I’ve been watching that one for a while now.

Janus: You have?

Patton: Changing the subject much?

~~~~~

(for those of you who know the rules of the game, we were moving the dragon. If you don’t know the rules, google or ask someone else to explain it I’m bad at that)

Janus: There is a very strategic way to go around this.

Logan: We need to move it there -

Janus: No, because he won’t co-operate, so we’ll lose the chance to take both pieces. Our best chance is to move it there. We probably won’t be able to take both, but we’ll at least get one.

Logan: But it’ll be closer to our pieces.

Janus: But he’ll try to move it away because it’ll also be getting closer to his pieces.

Patton: What are you two talking about?

Janus: The way to get rid of as many of your pieces as we can.

Patton: I thought we were friends.

Janus & Logan: There are no friendships in this game!

~~~~~

That is all, there really weren’t many good ones from today.

#swearing #sanders sides board game #sanders sides incorrect quotes #sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #long post

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detectivekira · 4 years

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Jet Star Masterpost

I’m a Party Poison fictive, part of a DID system. I found Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid three years ago, as well as Dr D, Show Pony, and Val. But we all have been missing our Jet TREMENDOUSLY and we’ve just now decided to continue our search for him. That being said, here are all of our Jets details. Please message me here, or on discord at poison#0638 if any of this could apply to you!

- Jet Star was from the south. Texas or Tennessee, Oklahoma, Kansas, one of those ya know? He spent a lot of time in the sun before the war wiped out a majority of the south, which was when he and his grandmother migrated to California, where they were promised refuge.

- Jet was.... straight, or women leaning bisexual. He was, unlike the rest of us. The good thing about that was, there were a lot of straight or bisexual girls in the zones, and they were ALL over him. I mean tall, dark, handsome and curly long hair? Who wouldn’t.

- He was the most reasonable one out of all of us. Kept us from doing dumb shit, like blowing up an ant pile or eating a spider that MAY be poisonous because we were “dared to” (Fun Ghoul saying “who dares me to ____” and not waiting for a response) so basically he mothered us.

- He was religious. What religion? I don’t know. Just that he believed in a God, but also accepted our Destroya “religion” as apart of his own. He believed Destroya was a prophet or second coming, and that the Phoenix Witch was an angel who led us to the other side.

- He wore a seatbelt in the trans am. Always. We made fun of him for it.

- He was a medic, upon other very useful things. When Ghoul blew himself up and went into a three day coma (how he got his scar) Jet was the one to sew him back up. Jet knew way more than any of us as far as health and medicine went, and I wouldn’t be surprised if his grandmother had been a nurse before they left for Bat.

- His grandmothers death was what pushed him to leave the city. Like the rest of us Joys, he’d slowly stopped talking the pills, just as an experiment. Jet was extremely intelligent, and questioned everything from the beginning. In school, (I dropped out at 15 to leave the city) I may have passed by him a few times, but never questioned it once.

- I met Jet two years into being in the zones. I was 17, Mikey (we were both Joy-name-less at the time) was 14. We ran into him while at some water event in 1. We talked, he told me his story and I told him his. Then we became a trio.

- HE SMELLED LIKE COFFEE?????

Non Jet Details that are important to our canon:

- Before Ghoul joined our group, Val was our fourth member. We hadn’t gained popularity yet, so we weren’t called “The Fab Four”

- I’d been “dating” Val, which is what he told everyone. It was equivalent to “a one night stand that wouldn’t leave” and “well I don’t have anyone else to fuck at this given moment”

- Val was a trans man, I was genderqueer. Pony was non-binary and used they only, but wouldn’t get mad if someone called him “he”, especially if they didn’t know him

- the first time I saw Ghoul was at some festival that the four of us had gone to. He was a quiet Joy with no crew that happened to be camping at the exact place Dr D held the event. He ate seven scorpions, and then they whipped out the tattoo gun. That’s how he had his first neck tattoo. I was drunk out of my mind, and stumbled around to find the rest of my crew to babble to them about it.

- On a water run in 1, we came across Ghoul again. He threw rocks at me (because he “thought I was hot” in his own words). I talked to him because it was a pretty good shot. He joined our group quickly.

- Val was EXTREMELY jealous of Ghoul (maybe because we almost fucked after getting drunk.....) and tried to kill him. Yep. Tried to kill him. A few times, actually. He also blew up on him, telling him that he was useless to the team and that his “carelessness” would get all of us killed. Because of that, Ghoul disappeared for days, and I beat the shit out of Val and told him to pray I never see him again. I never did.

- Me and Ghoul, obviously, ended up being together. We were until we died, and still are

- Me and Ghoul slept in the diners freezer, which was NOT soundproof, we later found out. Sorry.

- Kobra, experimenting with names, first went by “Karate King” but changed that VERY quickly after I wouldn’t stop making fun of it.

- I got my name from two different things. When I first came to the zones, I was overly serious, only thinking about my brothers protection and our survival. Joys called me the “poison of the party.” The first time I drank alcohol was not long after, and noticing how quickly I’d gotten drunk off of it, they called it “poison” and called ME the “party man”. I constructed it out of those two instances, and it stuck.

- Dr D was practically a father figure to Mikey and me. He’d known my parents, both soldiers, and he and Cola (Just 18 at the time) looked after me in the city when they died, until we came to the zones.

- My last name was O’Neil, so was Mikeys, and Ghouls was Marino. We don’t know about Jets.

(Fun Ghoul wants me to add that hes “very cool”)

Fun Ghoul: @damned-after-all

Dr D: @happy-pappy-pop-patton

possible Motorbaby: @bitchmas-came-early

#jet star #danger days #true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days kin #kincall

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