hello! my name is spade but i am known as many things…feel free to call me any of the following really
spade
scratch
leona
rudinn
i use any pronouns! please go wild i love when people alternate. i am just…im vaguely queer. i hate labels a lot. like a lot a lot. im 18 years old :3 audhd little freak sorry yall
this is my silly hobby blog…!! mostly art but i also like to write, edit, cosplay, and play the cello! i am an artistic little guy you see.
i say hobby blog but to be quite frank with you its my deltarune blog. i like other things but deltarune is my favorite one it is consuming me whole as of right now. i tend to draw more often than anything…pls do reach out to mefor art trade!! pls!!!!! i love to draw things
Anyway hello! First off I wanna thank everybody who liked and reblogged and did all the tumblr things, I really appreciate all of you.
Now, into the au! Its current working title is the Re-Record au, mainly because that’s essentially what it is. It’s part au, part project with me and a handful of my friends voicing different characters!
@camcorderheaven voices Tim and Mike Crew
@eucalipsis voices Jane Prentiss and Sasha
@getlancered voices Martin and Michael
(We don’t have a voice for Elias yet but whenever that day comes I’ll probably reblog this with an update or something.)
Currently it’s similar to canon with a few adjustments. I plan on making transcripts for it and possibly audio statements too, depending on how interested people are. Given that it’s an au, it also contains spoilers for the main plot of TMA.
As I’m writing things for Jon, I’ll share my working ideas with you all on the changes to his character. Some of them are changed because of my own vocal limits, some of them are changed because they’re ideas I want to explore more. There’s also going to be some lore sprinkled in.
Jon is younger than he is in canon, around his mid to late twenties. The stress makes it harder to tell just how old he is.
Jon is a trans man who isn’t on T at the start of season one.
Gertrude is Jon’s mom. Jon doesn’t initially know this. I’m still toying around with how he finds out.
In season one, Jon isn’t as much of a dick to Martin. (I understand that Jon has ample reasoning to dislike Martin, considering how they met and Martin’s continued incompetence throughout his career, but I feel like him going to an extreme of seemingly not caring whether he lives or dies is a bit much. He won’t be overly soft to the man, mind you, he’ll still have his moments of being an ass, but he wouldn’t go so far as to put him in the path of danger deliberately.)
Jon’s autistic and has trouble understanding jokes and people being affectionate towards him.
Jon records statements on his laptop, which works mostly rather fine, though the recording program never lets him delete cuts he’s made.
Jon adds tape recorder effects in the background of the statements. He claims it’s more to make a sense of continuity’s, as previous statements were recorded on tapes, but really he just likes the sound of it.
Sorry Jmart enjoyers but Jon probably won’t have any romantic feelings towards Martin. I can imagine their relationship being and remaining queer platonic.
Jon doesn’t call himself an Archivist at first.
Anyway thank you all again for reading! I super appreciate it. Leave comments or do reblogs or whatever with questions you might have, I’d love to answer them.
FIC WRITING!!! AKA more of my turnabout bigtop rewrite! umm a little fic about the moment of the accident that kills bat but it’s from regina’s POV whee
read it on ao3 if u want!!!
Regina Berry is struggling to get Léon to twirl like they rehearsed. She was supposed to hop on his back while he moves and then, eventually, stand and pose. That was how they practiced. But he wasn’t moving, he was watching something, and it certainly wasn’t the tassel she had in her hand. She huffs.
“Léon…People are watching!” Regina whispers, placing her hands on her hips. This show is already so rushed, something that morning had everyone out of sorts. But it all worked out.
Then, she realizes something. People aren’t watching. They’re talking in hushed whispers, but because everyone is doing it, it’s not so hushed anymore. Like Léon, they’re all focused on one point. The very same point, across the stage behind Regina. Acro and Bat’s performance.
Before Regina can turn to look, she feels a hand grip her wrists really tightly. It kind of hurts. Something hits the floor with a wooden clatter. It’s Trilo, she notices, as she’s whisked away by Ben. Everything moves so quickly, and then she can’t see anything at all. Ben is holding her head to his torso, his other hand still gripping her wrist. He’s digging his nails into her skin and it starts to really hurt now. They turn around, but Regina still can’t see.
“Hey—!” She squeaks, but Ben shushes her. He’s shaking really hard.
“Shh, please,” Ben says, “y-you can’t look. Just for a second. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I-It’ll just be a second—“
Something else hits the ground. A louder sound than Trilo, kind of a crunch. Everyone screams. Someone is crying. It must have been heavier than Trilo too.
Something is very wrong.
“Ben, let me go!” As Regina struggles to move away from the ventriloquist, she sees past his torso a little. Uncle Moe is on the ground a ways away down the stage. He’s the one crying. He’s hysterical. Something is past him too, but she can’t see quite that far.
Ben gasps, opening his eyes and shaking his head. “R-Regina, please!! Oh my god, we—we-…We have to go. Let’s go. L-let’s go, come on,” His tone is frantic and his breath is uneasy. Benjamin has never been particularly strong, but still, he scoops up Regina and holds her head down against his shoulder so she still can’t see anything.
“D-Don’t look, please, you can’t. P-Please don’t—we have to—we need to go.” Regina can’t move. Ben has never ever been stronger than Regina but she still can’t fight him. She can’t get down to comfort her uncle, to even see what’s wrong.
She hears him still crying as Ben carries her away. Another set of steps follow, she can hear, even over so many people also rushing to leave the Big Top. Ben only lets go of her head when they’re outside, and she can see Léon trotting behind them. He doesn’t usually leave the tent, but he’s coming with Regina. In all the chaos, this puts her at ease.
“But Uncle Moe is still in there, Benny! And Regent—What about Bat and Acro?! Something’s happening, I know it! Everyone is so scared! I need to go back inside!”
“You can’t. Y-You can’t. Not for a long time. We, um, oh gosh…I-I’m going to take your dad’s keys, okay? We’re—We’re going to go into town. W-We’ll go into town and have fun and—and, um, we can, uh, wait for your d-dad to call me. Russell will call me when everything’s okay.” Ben can’t seem to catch his breath. Regina can still feel him shaking as he looks around frantically at the crowds of equally distressed people.
“Actually, um, I—I’m going to call him first, I think. R-Really quickly. I’m—I’m going to put you down now and I need you to stay with me. Okay? Promise you won’t go back inside.”
“I promise,” she says, quietly. So quietly.
Ben sets Regina on the ground, but holds both of her wrists and looks at her with a wide-eyed, intense stare. “Promise, Regina.”
Regina swallows. “I promise.”
…Benjamin lets her go. Still, though, Regina grabs one of his shaking hands. He takes a deep breath and pulls out his phone.
He dials and waits.
Russell doesn’t pick up. Benjamin dials a second time and once more, waits.
…
……
Russell doesn’t pick up. When the third call rings to voicemail like the rest, Ben opts to leave a voicemail. “Russell? I-I’m taking Regina into town. I hope that’s okay. I-I, um, I don’t know what else to do. She didn’t see anything. I made sure she didn’t.”
Regina pretends she’s not listening by petting Léon and scratching his chin. She is, though.
“She’s okay. Um, text me when you get this, and c-call me back when everything is clear, please. I’ll get a hotel room if we need to. O-OK, um, I’m hanging up now. Bye.”
Ben slips the phone back into his pocket. He’s quiet for a long time.
“…I’ve never been in a hotel before,” Regina comments quietly. Trying to do anything to ease the silence.
Ben smiles. It’s a small smile and definitely not real, but he tries, and Regina appreciates that. “It’s fun. They— um, t-they have room service and stuff. And, and pools sometimes. I’ll find a nice one. With free breakfast, maybe. W-We can go shopping. We’ll have fun.”
Regina is trying not to think about what’s happening inside the tent. She doesn’t want to wonder. Ben is thinking about it enough. Still, though…
“What about Léon…?” She asks.
Ben’s eyes widened a bit. He looks down at the lion, who looks back up at him blankly. “Oh. Um, h-he’ll be okay. Your dad will take care of him.” He doesn’t sound really sure of himself, but Regina has done enough prodding. She’s never been so scared before. She doesn’t know what to do about it.
“…Okay.”
“Mhm.”
More silence falls between them. It’s not silent at all, really. People are talking to each other and on their phones. Cars are leaving the parking lot with impatient drivers honking and yelling out the window. It’s only at the sound of distant sirens that Ben finally decides it’s time to go.
“This way,” he says in one breath, whisking Regina away by the hand.
Léon watches her as she walks away. She’s not going to see the Big Top for a long time. She knows that.
hi all! this is wendy @musashi. my tumblr blog was wrongfully terminated, i presume because i recently made a popular post that vaguely mentioned loving trans women and got sacked by the t/e//r////f mob's mass reporting campaign.
the official reason tumblr banned me was for "hoarding urls" which i very much did not do. i just had a lot of sideblogs, almost all of them active at some point or another. now no one can use those URLs because they are tied to a terminated account. if tumblr needed me to release some of the less active ones, i gladly would've.
it appears as though i was mass reported and tumblr just tried to find a reason to nix me because the ter//ve///s were clogging their pipes and i'm the easier answer to the trolley problem at their HQ.
many of these sideblogs are now gone, and i will be working to get them back up in time if i cannot get my account back.
i am putting on a brave face but i am fucking heartbroken. 14 years of my life were on that blog. that is literally half of my life on earth. countless pieces of art, memories, and snapshots of my adolescence and young adulthood just, like, gone. when i suffered from severe traumatic amnesia in 2016, it was that tumblr blog that helped me recall a TON of my life experiences & who i was. that blog literally saved my life.
with it i lose countless memories and almost 10k followers, as well as a community that i spent a very long time building up. tons of friends whos usernames i did not get, and anons who were never able to give them to me.
please share my story! my name is wendy. my old url was musashi. i liked ace attorney. i liked pokemon. i made youtube videos where i talked autistically about my faves. i liked to write, and make people laugh. i loved it here and i am sad tumblr has chosen to side with the mob instead of listening to that story. i have been here since 2010, and my blog and community meant so much to me.
please reblog this post. i am working hard to get my account back, but if i cannot, i want to find my friends and followers again.
