Alaeda!!!

He/him my life revolves around these dumb block people

[orangeocelotmartyn]

4c and Katie terrorize Nom with 67 <3

4c: I've only found like four slugs so far, I'll keep looking. Katie: Six or seven. Wade: Shut up. Nom: Ugh. 4c: So. I just didn't say those numbers at all. (he laughs) Wade: Alright, I'm gonna jump off, Nom. Oh, I'm dehydrating. 4c: Oh. Katie: I'm also dehydrating, I can't find any slugs— 4c: I found another slug, yay! Oh, another one— Nom: I found a slug— Katie: I can't find any— 4c: I have six or seven now. (Katie inhales sharply) Wade: (like he's trying not to laugh) Shut up. Katie: (screaming) Yeeeeesssss! Nom: Can I unsubscribe from friends? Katie: Yeeeessss! 4c: Well, that's like a tv show, you can't unsubscribe from that one. Katie: Pfffft. (high pitched) That was really good. Nom: Also. That was. That was not really— Katie: (overlapping) That was really good, that was really good. That was really good. Nom: (overlapping) I-I feel like I could've seen that on Facebook attached to a meme photo—you know what, that makes sense that Katie would like that. Katie: That was really good, that was really good. That was really good. That was good, that. Nom: Katie, you're gonna make a great wine aunt one day. (Wade laughs, Nom joins) Katie: Dude! You've been nothing but an asshole to me today, stop.

4c: I just found like, six, like, all in one big clump. Katie: Hm? 4c: Maybe seven of them. (Katie giggles) Katie: Very good. Wade: (through laughter) Oh, I'm full, okay— 4c: I-I love how there were exactly six, but I just said that on purpose, 'cause I just. I heard Katie's voice, like, the change— Katie: Yayyyyyy. Yayyyyyyy. 4c: I'm sorry Nom. Wade: Okay. Alright, I'm gonna come back— Nom: You're not forgiven. (Nom laughs) Wade: —and get this water and then go to the-we'll go to Noah. 4c: (through laughter, quietly echoing) "You're not forgiven." Wade: (reading chat) "I hate it here." I love-I love seeing the shared chat and seeing everyone's like, disdain as well. Nom: I love—

4c: I have so many water slugs. Nom: Oh my god, I don't know what just happened but my framerate just plummeted— Wade: Yeah, I-I just filled up with water. Nom: Same. 4c: Oh, I thought I had more than I did, I only have six. (Katie inhales excitedly) Wade: Don't. (4c laughs) You don't have to. You don't have to! (Katie giggles excitedly, anticipating what's about to come) Nom: I don't know how, but I just, I just checked how many I have, and I'm not vocalizing it. 4c: Do you-do you have seven? Nom: (immediately) Shut the fuck up 4c. Wade: You don't have to, you don't— Katie: (screaming) Yes, yes! Yes! (4c laughs, sounding like a tea kettle) Yes! Yes! (breathing heavily in excitement) Wade: (through laughter) Oh my god. 4c: Oh...(he laughs) Nom: I kicked KatieGoBrr from the game (he laughs). Wade: (calming down from laughter) Oh... 4c: Jesus Christ... Nom: I feel vindicated, me personally. 4c: Oh my god...

[alaeda-0]

If you think about the fact the Cucurucho is lowkey q!Ash’s dad, that technically implies the potential existence of Clownpierce x Cucurucho

[alaeda-0]

Owlgundo. This is Owlgundo propaganda. Embrace Owlgundo

[alaeda-0]

Ashrat. (Those who know)

[moonarune]

Ay, I heard youse do art requests, hows abt you do one of em doodles of trustbites/bloodserum. I'd like it with that doc fella in between them 2 vamps owen & louis teasin him or somethin' like that. Do it however ya like, I heard youse got a special touch to these sort of crafts. - totally anonymous user

Alright, but just because u said “youse” with the accent

Couldn’t decide which i like better, so youse get a silly ones and a serious’d ones

Also everyone say thank you to the Owengejuicetv for the idea. I’ll go first “Thank you, Owennnn.”

[sapphyrpx3]

The Parrot curse… it’s all yours

//Spoilers for Spoke’s latest video (1000 players simulate Hunger Games) vvv

The reason none of Parrot’s friends die in the civil war is that the curse was passed on to Spoke. (He did lose a whole kingdom but we don't talk about that)

[alaeda-0]

Bugs when you lift up a rock

[imhyperfixatingrn]

"Can we stay like this forever?"

[starry-blooms]

Cleo (fuller) statement

I feel ill looking at this one

[alaeda-0]

This is actually so awful

[alaeda-0]

Introducing a new crack trio: Slime Ranchers

Q!Ashswag, bf!4CVIT, and tf!Graecie

(I’m so normal over them already.)

[alaeda-0]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

[rhynnjoy]

B-blessed... bells...?

"For that is its true horror: The Double Soul wears the face of mercy, while carrying the heart of corruption." - from Double Soul by Prince Solar "In candlelight, corrupted eyes do not shine. They drink the flame." - from The Eyes by Faded Name

[alaeda-0]

I want to shake q!Ash around in my mouth like a dog with a chew toy

[alaeda-0]

I’m so normal over q!ash guys trust

[mapleleaftag]

"hm that's a fun idea," i said. and then i sent it to my goat ducy. ducy had this to say on the matter:

so i gave him apple juice :) read on if interested

thanks for hitting that read more button!

isolation meant ash rarely saw, felt, or heard anyone. their interactions were short; one day he'd be guided to a test chamber, hooked up to strange machines by stranger wires and tubes, and they would ask him a few questions, and then he would be guided back and locked off.

another day, he would be guided to a different chamber, with cold grey concrete lining every surface-- and he would be asked to hit something, or do something else, over and over until he could barely stand.

or another day, he wouldn't be guided anywhere, he would be given a tray with something they called 'food' on it, and they would ask him more questions, and then that would be it.

through none of these are his pleas for a little bit more time to talk answered.

ash might pipe up with a meek voice and mumble and stutter his way through a few of his own questions, like how do you read the name on your nametag, or what's it like outside, which-- more often than not-- were met with nothing but disdain from the federation scientists.

he practiced that word a lot; 'federation'. it's one of the few he recognized and knew how to wrap his tongue around. they would teach him others, sure, sometimes, but never the things he actually wanted to know.

"how do you spell your name," he'd ask a scientist. they would clench their hand- in turn squeezing ash's, as a sign for him to be quiet. he always got it. he was good at getting their signs.

"how do you spell 'outside'?" he'd ask another. maybe he'd note a scientist opening their jaw behind a mask like they were about to answer, before a glare or a poke or something from another person shuts them down.

ash supposed scientists had to be good at getting signs, too.

one day, when he's sure his curiosity was reaching the end of its lifespan, he worked up the courage to ask one more question to whoever was handing him a meal.

"i wanna know how to spell...uhm..." he mutters, hesitating on the name(or, well, sound) he was trying to recall.

the larger hands of a scientist pause in handing him that tray. that was good, a voice in ash's mind chimes, because you might get an answer.

"...apple," he lands on. "i wanna know how to spell that. can you teach me? it won't be, uh, un...unnecessess..."

"unnecessary," the scientist says, properly handing him the tray. it's unclear if it was a correction or a statement, which makes ash's heart sink in his chest a tiny bit.

"here--" they follow up, hands sneaking back through that tiny slit it's handed through to slide him something else.

it's a small box with a juicy red apple on it. ash blinks at it, once or twice, and how small it looks in the scientist's hand; as if to test the waters, he runs his finger along the image of the apple.

maybe the scientist can sense his hesitation, so they emphasize their hand, properly displaying it as an offer. oh, ash thinks, taking it in his own hands. "what is this?"

"that's apple juice," the scientist explains. "do you see that first word? with that pointed letter."

ash can find it very easily. "it's the a in my name."

"that's how apple is spelt. 'a-p-p-l-e'."

"a-p-p-l-e," he parrots, "can i keep this?"

"can you hand me it back for a second?"

reluctantly, ash fits it through the tiny slit once more, listening to the sounds of something being impaled. it's handed back to him with a tiny cylinder stuck in the top.

"drink it," the scientist says. "it's yours."

the first thing he realizes about apple juice is that it tastes sweet. sweeter than water, nicer than water. is this what apples taste like?

the second thing he wonders, after thanking the scientist for giving him this in the first place, was what he could've done to make him deserve this.

scientists aren't supposed to be this nice. especially not the ones he's familiar with, the ones with the secret signals for him to be quiet, or the pokes and glares for others to not answer him. so why was this one...

"do you like it?" they ask.

thats actually all i wrote sorry. but while we're here,

is q!ash an apple juice guy

hell yeah he is

hell no he isn't

Voting ended onMay 11

ok that's all thanks

[youngritualeclipse]

The flight! Graecie, Legs, Sausage, Zam, Ros, Sniff and Megi Subplot

V

The flight! Cam, Shelby, Pyro, and Jojo

[orangeocelotmartyn]

4c: I don't know if I can do it. I know, I'm not-- Graecie: You can do it. 4c: --I'm not, I'm too, I'm too young to die. (Nom laughs) Graecie: It's okay, I've got a-I've got a virgin Mojito in there. Just for you. 4c: Okay, good. Graecie: Okh, that's, yeah. Martyn: 4c's gonna die a virgin. Nom: Oop. Graecie: It's okay, have a seat. Sausage: Damn. (various people begin laughing) Nom: Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy. Apo: That's crazy dude. Legundo: Crazy. Nom: That's a crazy thing to say, crazy. Legundo: Cr-wow, Martyn. Nom: Wild. Martyn: Oh wait, you guys can hear me? I'm not in the group! I didn't think anybody could hear me! Legundo: No, we can. Sausage: We all could. Legundo: We can still hear you. Martyn: I'm sorry! I'm literally not even in the group! Legundo: It's the perks of being next to each other. Nom: The one second no one said a word that erupted into our ears. Martyn: I didn't think anyone could hear me... Nom: That was a flashbang. Oh my god. Sausage: Oh, no...(gun goes off)

Bonus: before and after pictures of the realization: