We are in some sort of boat shack or dock building that has a little library in the back filled with old books that people have left over the years, leading to an odd and mostly boat related collection

oh! what a wonderful vibe!

i do have to say that, if there's a theory that game changer's got an ARG based around sam looking at his hands when he says "i am your host, sam reich" he does do it earlier seasons, so either this has been going on for longer than we thought or he wasn't lying in the discord.

rewatching s4 right now and he does it in Don't Cry, Sam Says*, Noise Boys** and Survivor (Part 1). it doesn't happen in Race to the Bottom, Like My Coffee, Secret Samta 3, and The Official Cast Recording. Survivor (Part 2) does not have an intro so it does not count.

i don't know if this means anything. i was just binge-watching shit and remembered that this is something going around, so i thought i might bring it up if anyone wanted that information. i didn't notice any common threads (though katie does say "sam's a magician" in survivor part one) in tie color or something else, but. well. you never know. i'm just having a good time watching a game show.

anyway, game changer theorists, do with that info what you will if you want to look into it! happy theorizing and good luck with sam dalton reich!

*one hand / **one hand, the other one still holding the mini-mic

you know what i mean, right? please tell me you know what i mean

has anyone asked you about deja vu...................... i am very Interested and Invested in this one..............................................

ohh yesss. I've made SO little progress on chapter 4, but it's a rare fic where I have basically the entire story planned out, so here's a scene from chapter six. featuring my favorite 1940s film cigarette motif, anachronistically slotted in there considering this takes place in the mid 1700s, but what can you do XD

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They fall together lazily, after, Dream leaning against Hob’s shoulder, Hob’s leg slung over his as they lean against the headboard. Dusk is falling, the room in shadows now as the sun has long since traversed over the roof. Dream studies the play of dim light over Hob’s shoulders, the softening of all his features in the shadows. The way their skin sticks together in the summer heat, almost too hot and tacky, and the way the faint breeze through the open window flutters the curtains and the long strands of Hob’s hair. He runs an indulgent hand over Hob’s chest, down over his stomach and across his thigh, reading it all anew like he hasn’t just had Hob all over him. He is beautiful to touch, Dream thinks, but to do so carves a little hole of melancholy in his heart. Each brush of skin is like an echo, a memory calling to him across time whose origin point is distant now. Concentric ripples on a still lake, the thrown stone long gone under the water, and its thrower, too. Hob’s found some cigarettes in the nightstand drawer, and slants a smile sideways at Dream as he sticks two of them in his mouth to light, and as Dream keeps touching him lightly. “Am I pleasing to you?” “Yes,” Dream says, honestly, and Hob chuckles. “Good.” He strikes a match, the flame flaring brightly in the dark, and lights both cigarettes. Meanwhile, Dream watches the movement of his hands. Hob takes one of the cigarettes from between his lips and holds it up to Dream, and Dream takes with his teeth, Hob’s eyes on him all the while. The tobacco is acrid on the back of his tongue when he lets himself taste it �� which he does, because whatever Hob would give him directly from his own mouth, he will have. Hob lets out his own breath of smoke, the breeze catching it and whistling it further into the room before it can linger. “You don’t strike me as a heavy smoker.” “I am not,” Dream concedes. “And yet.” Hob drapes his free arm around Dream’s shoulders, stroking up and down Dream’s arm idly with his thumb. “Getting a taste for it?” “Perhaps.” “Perhaps,” Hob echoes. He tips his temple against Dream’s so they’re breathing the same air, the same smoke. “Careful. It can be habit-forming.” Dream takes another inhale of smoke into his nonexistent lungs. “I am aware.” “Hard to break,” Hob stresses, close enough now that his lips nearly brush Dream’s. “One would think it best not to start at all,” Dream says, as he takes another long breath in, and almost feels the tang of it in his chest like he were truly breathing the way Hob is. “Bit late for that,” Hob says, though he doesn’t sound horribly chagrined about it. He tilts his head to catch Dream’s eye, and smiles, that warm, confidential Hob smile, like everything spoken is a secret between them, and it makes Dream want to whisk him away to the Dreaming to keep him forever, or twist his form back into Eleanor so he can have his husband again, or simply drop the façade entirely and see if Hob could possibly love him like this as Dream. And he does none of these things.

I really like Daja Vu's design and I'd been meaning to draw him for a while,,, this felt thematically appropriate :]

Hope it's okay :]]

@enhanced-operatives-division

WAAAUHUHUUUUUUU TTHANK YOU SO MUCH WTF????!!!?????!! MY GOODNESS LOOK AT MY FAVORITE LIL GUYS!!! I love how you drew them and its such a delight seeing this in the inbox🥺🥺🥺🥺 dont mind me but i'll be thinking about this forevar thank you.. They would be good friends in my very professional opinion☝

i have serious reasoning for iwasuga but the fun reasoning is. they both have Complexes about their height and express affection towards their friends via violence. soulmates.

Staring into space wide eyed while an overlay of the birth of the universe plays

Cant handle this shit man like it just started with thats simpleeeeeee Double Trouble comic... And now it escalated to this😭🤣😅😂😆😭😆😆😆😆😆

Nah dont mind me late night posting shit

This is me and my deep shit thinking every art post i do must be saved here, when in fact, no XD idk wtf am i doing man

Maybe im having brain damage cuz of so much going on in school...

Anyway, fuck you, school. Byeeee im gonna see your shitfu face tomorrow again!

some sort of neo twewy tag/ask game or whatever i guess (feel free to skip a question if you don’t have an answer btw! just say whatever you like!)

•favorite new character?

•favorite returning character?

•favorite new song?

•returning old song that you think was most improved?

•returning old song that you think was done the dirtiest?

•song from the original that you wish had returned?

•menu theme?

•dive/boss battle that you struggled the most on?

•type of noise that you would send straight to hell no questions asked?

•type of noise from the original that you wish had returned?

•if you mostly kept each character mapped to the same button for the entire game, who was on which one?

•if you put minamimoto back into your party in postgame, whose spot did he take?

•favorite scene?

•chapter that felt like a drag?

•which plot twists did you see coming, and how early on?

•did you get all the secret reports/ending?

•if you could have any character’s special psych irl, which would you choose?

Redoing basically my whole room and replacing like 5/8 pieces of furniture over this weekend makes me realize that I’m gonna have to take a whole ass week off whenever I move. Because I’ve been cleaning all day and am so exhausted lmao

We are going to get into 11th hour soon for Mt balance campaign and I'm SO EXCITED

SOMETIMES i get a little sad (only a little) about how my undertale s/i has nothing to do with the events in undertale whatsoever, and just. have no idea nor could never fully understand what frisk and everyone else went through down there. like, sure, they can tell stories and possibly even visit the underground (i assume some monsters wanted to stay down there, too) but like. they have no way of grasping everything that happened to everyone. and im happy with my s/i the way it is so i guess there could POSSIBLY be an au where they fall down WITH frisk and go through the story together, but. well that has a lot of plot holes LOL

OUGH

" what is there between us if not a little annihilation? " kazuki

@astremourante | ✧˚ · . so much (for) stardust - fall out boy

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Hasn't Inoue Kazuki always been a pinnacle of calm?

Why else would his father care, hm?

Kazuki's strength lies in the stiffness of his arms and the frozen silence of his resolve. An avalanche is eerily silent until it gets close enough for it to be too late, wind howls only through crevices and right angles, and no death is as quiet as the one experienced all on your own, buried beneath the very earth, suffocating on the air you expel.

Calm and resolute, like the earth. Changing only in millennia, like the earth.

Ruthless and unforgiving, like the earth.

But whenever he's forced to face her, he becomes both the cave and the explorer. The earth is resolute and ancient, it is his job to stand somewhere and keep an eye for the movements surrounding his father, all for the pretense of his father not being perfectly aware himself of how he's been played and where the blades pointed at his back are being drawn from.

That was the idea. He's no guard, no heir, no student, no teacher, he doesn't hold his father's arm to help him stand or walk, he doesn't collect his belongings, he doesn't stand for him in meetings.

He's no more than a dog trained to be very quiet, very still.

Because dogs that bark don't bite.

And he never barks.

Then, comes her, and suddenly his father's pretense is no longer a pretense. She reeks of bad ideas, there's a glint in his eyes that threatens to blind him, suffocates him with the promise of escape from a crevice thousands of miles under the ground.

He sees the light in her eyes and knows it's not the surface, but a bubble of rock in the middle of a cavern, with no way through and no way back, where every breath he takes slowly kills him because there is nothing there to filter his own foolishness out of his surroundings.

There, she is, and his father's pretending fades into non-existence and Kazuki thinks he's above it, finally. Here comes an opportunity, something she's not allowed to know so long as his skin moves strange where it wraps around her scar on him, the opportunity to prove himself as more than a loyal lap dog.

But he's a cave explorer.

Gone spelunking too far.

No, there's not a 'little annihilation' between them. She's the rock pressing into his Floyd Collins, Neil Moss.

There's nothing left between them. If annihilation was all she brought, she'd be easier to deal with.

But she brings... too much more.

His fists flex at his sides. He doesn't know if he wants to strangle her or...

"You always look like you're having fun," he breathes out. Knowing English isn't even all that much a requirement around here. Does he often try to over-achieve?

To answer that question, answer this one: is he mad? Insane? Deranged?

A little lot worse than he intends to be?

Is she the only key to that?

"You never stop having fun. Do you."

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gets scared