Everyones Asleep. Post The Zedaph Edit.

watching a grown man rap about digital plastic ducks is my favorite pastime

I'm just SAYING, Grian only got two lives because the game knew about his win, and the game knew how badly Scar needed them so they gave him 6.

...who wants to place bets either grian or jimmy dies first /hj

Hi fellow fwhilbur shippers you may not know me but I and a friend of mine have just been roleplaying this ship and they made a playlist for these two and their slowburn.

Here's the playlist:

Have fun!

Look I know I've been more than dead but hear me out.

Okay we all have the dadschlatt theory and the fight versus him and Jordan but what if Tubbo was Dream's unnamed child? Thoughts in the comments this is 3am flare speaking.

Referring back to this simply for s2, just in case.

Sausage deserved better.

I think we can all agree that all of them deserved better, but Sausage in particular. Why? Because he was always the third wheel in their friend group, because he wasn't special in any way except that he wasn't special. He tried to be like Gem, with her magic and wonder and sense of right and wrong, but he failed. He tried to be like fWhip, clever and ruthless and full of mischief, but he failed. He even tried to be like Pearl, strong, a warrior, a protector, and oh, boy, did he fail.

Never once did he try to be himself, not until it was too late. by then he'd made so many mistakes they'd compounded on each other and made each other worse. The Blood Sheep were mad because he'd gotten their church in one dimension blown up, the church had gotten blown up because of him trapping his evil self in a new reality, his evil self existed because he fell in with Xornoth.

He fell in with Xornoth because he felt he wasn't good enough.

Now that last one (or first one, if you're looking at it chronologically) was not his fault. It was--and I hate to say this, because I love them dearly--but it was Gem and fWhip's fault. They always revolved around each other, barely including him in their orbits. He tried, man did he try, but he never was included.

He got possessed, and neither of them tried to save him until he forced their hands. He went missing for weeks, and neither of them noticed. Then finally, and most damningly, the empires collapsed, and neither of them tried to rescue Sausage or get him to leave with them.

Sausage deserved better. He deserved better than friends who weren't there when he needed them most, he deserved better than to watch one of his only true friends go up in flames with her kingdom, he deserved better than to have to sacrifice himself for the sake of a kingdom that had already fallen.

He deserved better.

yay! ^_^ love your works so much, cant wait to see another masterpiece of yours 🙏🏼🙏🏼 happy holidays 🎄

thank you!!! and happy holidays :D and also here's the smallcrow fic <3 I just finished it

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holy shit, just randomly came across your blog and im sorry you have to deal with that shit. i wouldnt even call myself a checo fan but people are just abominable towards him and his fanbase lately wtf. youre truly a strong soldier for putting up with this.

Hi, Anon!

What these haters fail to know is that us Checo fans never stop showing our loyalty and support towards him. He may be the best in the grid or the worst in the grid, it doesn't matter. The fact of the matter is; he tries and tries despite all the negativity and that's what makes us stay here. It's his motto, Never Give Up. We take that very seriously.

It's hard being a Checo fan purely because of all the racism, stereotyping, etc. But to me? it's a true blessing. I've met amazing people. I've come to know a different sport of what I usually like. Nothing I regret.

But at the end of the day, it is what it is and we move on. Simply as that. Thank you for your kind message. I truly appreciate it. Have a blessed day!

No this is now a BigB apologist account thank you for listening, sorry Cleo.

ooughg random little snippet from the lethal company poly au be upon ye

“I hate these fucking beds,” CJ said.

Smallant rolled onto his back to glare lightheartedly at the bottom of the bunk above him. “It’s the middle of the night, dude. Just go back to sleep.”

“We’re getting an early start on the next moon tomorrow,” Failboat reminded them, his voice floating up from the bunk below. “We’ll need all the rest we can get if we want to meet quota with the next haul.”

“We always get an early start, though!” The bunks swayed as CJ swung his head and shoulders over the edge of his bed. Della grumbled above him; he didn’t pay her any mind. “And we never get any sleep because the mattresses are, like, an inch thick, not to mention that there’s only three of them so we can’t even actually sleep on an actual mattress every night—”

“Hey, you can’t complain,” Della shot back, “You’re not the one on the board tonight.”

“And I’m saying none of us should be on the board!” CJ huffed out a sigh and threw himself back into his bed. The bunks swayed again, hitting the wall.

“That’s just how the company is, man,” Failboat sighed. “I wish it was better, too, but there’s not much you can do about it.”

“Well, the company sucks ass.”

The others chuckled and smiled. “Amen to that,” Della said. There was a beat.

“It’s just…” CJ started again, softer now. He sighed. “It’s lonely. You know? There’s no fucking room in these bunks. I want to cuddle with my girlfriend for once. And you guys, too.”

“Aww,” Smallant chuckled. “We’re your girlfriends, CJ?”

A heavy pause. Then, gently, CJ’s voice wafted into the ship once more. “Yeah,” he said. “Something like that.”

Smallant looked more intensely at the bunk above him, at where he knew CJ’s head would be. He could feel a warm sort of comfort start to flood his cheeks, and he couldn’t help but smile at the words.

“We could always pull the mattresses out,” Failbot said at length. “Put ‘em all together on the floor, sleep in one huge pile. If you guys are interested.”

“I’m interested,” CJ said immediately.

“Would they all even fit?” Smallant asked.

CJ was already hopping down from his bunk. “Only one way to find out!”

The mattresses did all fit, in the end — albeit with the help of a furniture overhaul (read: they shoved all the cabinets and scrap metal into one corner). There was barely enough room for all four of them, but once they got close and got comfortable in a tangle of limbs, it was the best night of sleep any of them had had in a long while. As they floated through the cold void of space, they held each other, warm and happy and together, ready to face another day.