spend the next 40 yrs moving the thermostat around

syd|25|they/xe/it

[sydliminal-moved]

Do you want to transform into a cricket?

lotsa friends

[archive-deactivated20260501]

And if I’m a monster possessed to mangle You’re the only dancer I don’t wanna strangle

[kittenmeats]

[artanogon]

the thing is, las nevadas is cold.

las nevadas is always cold.

foolish knows what deserts should feel like— he knows his desert, a real desert, where the sun beats down until it burns mortal skin and heats his golden arms to boiling. where is is bright and blinding, and the sand is spacious and filled with husks.

his desert is warm. it’s where his summer home is, a labour of love and sandstone and gold and emerald that has been his passion project ever since he arrived. his temple—the source of his power—and the villagers who wander from their homes occasionally to marvel at what he’s created. it’s the best imitation of the religion that once used to follow him. he used to be great— at first feared, but then worshipped. then something to wish for.

he’s proud of who he was when he left the mantle of death behind. he’s proud of who he was when he settled in this server, and decided he would do nothing but create.

his desert is warm, and beautiful. that’s where he and eret have laughed, where eret has walked into cacti and barely contained their startled yelps. it reminds him of old times, to see them sheepishly try and keep their dignity after a silly mistake. it’s where l’sandberg ground every one of his gears but still turned out to be something exciting. it’s where ponk—he misses ponk almost more than anyone—would show up and build her fridge and pester him until he broke out of the monotony.

he always laughed when she was around.

his desert is full of laughter and sunlight and heat, crowded and beautiful and so very him. las nevadas has nobody, save for the fleeting glimpses of fundy or purpled in the streets. maybe tubbo and ranboo in the distance, occasionally. or quackity, trying to drag him down to old lows. it is so empty, and quiet, and artificial.

sam told foolish, once, when he asked, that las nevadas used to be snowy. that all the sand was just moved— to create an illusion of something warm and welcoming, something it… just isn’t.

las nevadas is cold.

[butch-king-frankenstein]

“don’t make me tap the sign” meme where the sign says “developing an elaborately justified hatred of an internet celebrity over their perceived minor failings is also a parasocial relationship“

[goobra]

bro is it parasocial to experience art

[mx-selfdestruct]

[cuuno-moved]

i've been thinking about the different places on the server... and holy shit.

you have a hole. that's it. it's a hole. there's a sheet of glass over it, and some wreckage around the edges, but it's really just a deep deep hole. sometimes people stare at it sadly. sometime the children go there and hold hands. sometimes, people tell stories about what once stood there. a beautiful nation, a beautiful home. it's gone now. it's just a hole.

there's a casino. it's in a desert. the desert is cold, though, because it's not supposed to be a desert. it's supposed to be a snowy area, but it's not. no one wants to be there. the employees have nowhere else to go. the house always wins. it's too cold.

kinoko kingdom looks beautiful. there's flowers. there's mushrooms. the residents aren't sure where they are. one doesn't remember anything. his hoodie is white. was it always? he's not sure. his husband is trying his best. he doesn't know what's going on. he's tired. the last one looks pale, washed out. he stands in front of the prison, staring at the gateway, sleep walking through town. kinoko looks beautiful, but it smells like rot.

the prison is dark. a monster stalks the corridors. he wasn't always a monster. he used to make pumpkin pie for people. he used to hold his lover tight and sing songs. he built a robot for a child once. now, though, he only knows blood and death. his arms are covered in scars from his own teeth.

the eggpire is the worst. vines made of meat trail from the ceiling. the whole place looks just a little faded. once, these things were human. once, that demon sang songs and danced with his son. once, that cat kissed his boyfriend and laughed. the vines reach out for you as you walk by.

there's other places too. a room with a table to seat the most dangerous people alive. a woman's garden, riddled with tombstones, most of which aren't for humans. a mansion for children. a palace for one person. a half-rebuilt community home.

this server was once something. something it isn't anymore.

no one talks about the past.

it hurts more to admit it didn't always hurt.

[archivezinc]

an interpretation of mine of what various dsmp characters' limbos would be: /dsmp roleplay

quackity: a casino after hours, one never inhabited by him, after it's been closed up. none of the machines work, and none of the doors open. sometimes, he'll hear familiar laughter from the other side of the doors, and sometimes, he'll smell nothing but alcohol and cigarette smoke.

dream: his hall of attachments, or, somewhere that looks like it, at least. the nether portal is broken, as is the elevator. on the walls are pictures of people he used to call friends - sometimes, he'll try to touch them, after which they'll disappear. they won't appear again.

badboyhalo: a brilliant ballroom, decorated with sapphires, blue ribbons, aquamarine drapes, and diamonds, diamonds, diamonds. in the ballroom, he is alone, and the hallway outside leads to closed doors encased with unbreakable, shining diamond. the room reminds him of where he once held a banquet.

techno: somewhere cold, a place that doesn't truly reside in any physical plane, but rather just exists. he cannot heat himself up, no matter how hard he tries, and he's always just the slightest bit too cold for comfort. fresh blood drips from the nonphysical space above him.

ranboo: a box, just tall enough for him to stand up straight in. there's only one exit - a hole too small for him to fit through. water is constantly seeping in from the hole, lapping at his feet and sometimes rising high enough to reach his thighs. the box's walls and ceiling are made of obsidian. he thinks this place feels familiar.

sam: a spacious gray platform in the middle of both everywhere and nowhere. below the platform, there's lava, and above him there are chains that hang down and connect to his arms, hands, neck, and shoulders. he can traverse the platform all he wants, but he cannot wiggle out of the chains. as the days progress, he feels the chains' grip on his left arm become more and more strenuous.

[lelamack]

taking a uquiz is either like ‘haha ur wrong’ or like ‘how did you see the very depths of my soul’ and its a complete fuckin lottery each time

[electraheart2012]

i have to be the most unique person in this uquiz results section

[devil-acid]

MICHAEL MY BELOVED

[belovedgamers]

You know… it’s really interesting exactly what questions Foolish asks other characters when they tell him about their past.

When Tubbo told him about his time as a spy for Pogtopia, with all that he said about the Schlatt administration, all the way to the destruction of New L’Manberg, Foolish asked him about the memories he’d collected: “Are they good memories or are they bad?”

When Tommy tells him about his past and about Wilbur, also talking about how you shouldn’t give up on people and how the most important thing is to learn from your mistakes, Foolish asks: “You believe in second chances?” and also “Do you consider yourself the good guy or the bad guy?”

And when Quackity told him about L’Manberg and the election, when he says how Schlatt getting elected and Quackity being his vice-president was “all a big mistake” and when everything started going downhill, Foolish asks him: “Do you regret it all?”

We know that Foolish had a dark past, and I think these questions show that he understands conflicting feelings towards one’s past self, decisions and situations, but they also show that Foolish himself is full of regret. 

[atombombbaby]

What I wish had happened in Fallout 4

Sarah Lyons shows up at Sanctuary Hills. She is older than we remember her, of course. She is bloody and battered, her power armor looks like it lost a fight with a trash compactor, and she walks with a limp. There’s murder in her eyes that says you’d best not mention that last one, though.

She throws a holotape at the Sole Survivor. “Want to know what really happened on the day I ‘died’? It’s all here. Maxson and those other reprobates we called the Outcasts set me up, murdered my squad, and stole both the Prydwin and Liberty Prime. I’m here to get my ship and my giant robot back, and stick Maxson’s head on a fucking spike as a trophy. Are you gonna help me, stand aside, or try to kill me? Think very carefully before you answer.”

[dykesymmetry]

YO everyone shut up new techno&phil quote just dropped

Phil: Pog. [reading chat] “Your honor, the blood god told me to do it.” [laughs] I swear under oath, the pig told me to- to- to blow up the government. He said it. He said it, dude! And I followed him to the ends of the earth, through fire and flames. Why? ‘Cause he’s a friend. [laughs] “Yes, that’s all well and good, but. Video game?”

[lacystar]

When Tommy died, it was void. It was the flaring, heated hurt all over his body and nothingness. Unable to see, unable to feel anything but pain. Screaming and getting nothing back; not even an echo. Feeling Wilbur and the cards in his hand, and the feeling of the other moving around him, and hearing him painfully close, but being unable to see him. Alone yet trapped.

When Wilbur died, he was shoved rudely off a metro and into a station. He paced it up and down for years, yet the stairs to the outside were firmly blocked off. Trains would pass, but none stopped. Only when Schlatt visited, which wasn't often, and only that time when Tommy came. And only when it came to take him back, of course. But it was close to agony to be passed by so many times. Alone. The world moving without him. His world moving without him.

Schlatt... has no idea what's going on. He's in the gym, but he's corporeal enough for Quackity to visit him. Sometimes he goes to see Wilbur, Sometimes he catches glimpses of the outside. He really, truly has no fucking idea what's up with him and why Wilbur is stuck in a whole other realm while's stuck all Ghostbusters'-future-victim. He knows it hurts though; heart palpitations, killer headaches... his voice has gone so rough on some days he sounds like a scratching record. His lungs are full of lead, and if he doesn't want Quackity to bring him back for the chance to taste power again, he at the very least wants it so he can stop feeling the burn in his throat.

When Ranboo dies...

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[that-sweet-jester]

Arson, ya know?

[satomidee]

✧I’ve been thinking about doodling my fav shiny for a few days now, so here she is! ✧