#IT EXISTS NOW

[mawofthemagnetar]

Alright, here it is! The bizarre crossover nobody asked for but you're getting regardless. It was a whole lot of fun to work on, so I hope you like it!

Or: Xisuma (And EX) aren't, strictly speaking, human. What species they actually are is something Xisuma is quite happy to keep mum about. But when a ghost from his past comes calling with designs on his eyes, the truth will out...in the messiest way possible.

Enjoy!

#magnetar writes #Iron Bleeds Green #Hermitcraft fic #This is it this is the thing I've been babbling about #it exists now

[castorochiaro]

cinematic parallels

#The Ghost and Molly McGee #Scratch #tgamm spoilers #i don't know what this is #but #it exists now

[melittarilow]

Thinking about how we heard a song called Fake Your Death and (understandably!) went aha! The breakup isn’t real/was never real! But actually? Faking your death is just killing your identity so you can escape with your life. It’s meant to be permanent. And it was/is! Cause that part of you stays dead even if you come back later, and what have we been saying about how this tour feels like them laying their past selves to rest?

#mcr #my chemical romance #fake your death #3 am rambles #is this coherent #who’s to say #it exists now

[zombieboyarise]

made this in a blur at 4 am a couple of nights ago

#homestuck #i have no clue why i made this #like at all #but hey #it exists now #homestuck fanart #meme #homestuck memes #z0mbposts

[hollow-bee-demon]

I refuse to give any possible context to these things being brought into existence now

#i dont know #it exists now #thrilling intent #ash #dnd memes #TI fanart

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

#mick tucker #sweet #the sweet #sweet band #everybody excuse this very large post #which i didn't mean to make this big #but i #well #it exists now #this is a post of mick being mick #doing weird things #or participating in being weird #(weird in a good way. the best way) #or standing out in some way #or being cute #and a couple of my favorite pictures of him #because once i started i couldn't stop #(still trying to figure out the giant mick gif post i said i would make forever ago) #(still working on separating them from the rest and deciding what to use)

[magioffire]

a creature of the most autistic variety has appeared before your eyes

(art by eyelicking101 on th!)

#damn what a LIL guy.... #god (me) loves his most autistic creatures (my ocs) #yes i commissioned vali as a yippee/autism creature are you gonna JUDGE ME? #its been sitting inside my mind for so long and i didnt have the skill to draw it so #it exists now #now i can live in peace #visage. #art of. #valeriu.txt #save. #gifts.

[spoonmoment119]

to the one person like 35 years ago that asked if i was going to make a sideblog and i said no, i lied its @spoonmoment69420

#spoon rambles #i just made it but idk how much ill actually use it #maybe like twice and then never again #oh well #it exists now #its mainly for reblogs so i wouldnt suggest following it :/

[pen-of-roses]

Someone hasn’t been able to stop watching them for awhile, though they can hardly pinpoint the source. They laugh as someone else—a stunningly blue bird perhaps costume—drags them into another dance, the flirts falling almost as easily from their lips as the jewelry that slips onto their arms and fingers and later into hidden pockets. Something obscenely rich and too tiny to be filling still lingers on their tongue as they pass to another guest. The glass someone had handed them is passed to their previous conversation partner, a gift from the one before or maybe two ago, undrunk. It’s the tenth time they’ve done it. And it won’t be the last. Their only means of keeping time when it’s otherwise lost all meaning in the flurry of beautiful and elaborate costumes and masks. 

That timelessness is aided by the all too willing fools tripping over themselves for what they can see of a pretty face and voice and the constant stream of cheery music and more food than they see in a month, served on plates that cost more than the entirety of their street. Some of that’s been wrapped and tucked away in pockets too. The ball had started when it was still daylight, but now no outside light spills into the large room, the extravagant scene reflected in the dark windows leading out to balconies. Instead the light reflecting off the crystal and marble and other things they couldn’t hope to name polished of all life has the light spilling outwards with the laughter and music and guests attempting to sneak away somewhere they hope is private.

They detest every part of it.

But they’re so good at playing this part, and oh is it fun.

At the edge of the crowd, someone stands in an oh so elaborate dress of white feathers and a matching mask. It seems so out of place against the bright colors of the other costumes, but so obvious a choice it’s a wonder no one else has thought of it, a taboo of the elite that would fit too well in the mix of twisted masks and dark colors mimicking the abyssals, the poofy dresses made of dahlias, golden ghosts, and colorful hexies. But maybe even the Raven is too controversial for them. Pity.

They kiss the hand of blue with a bow, watching the slight blush under the mask with satisfaction, and a ring disappearing into the dark purple folds of their vest.

An elaborate red suit pulls them into the next dance, a full mask covering all of their face but their brown eyes. No jewelry graces their hands though, but they seem polite enough. But the music has barely started, when someone else steps up behind them.

“May I cut in?”

They make to step out, but the stranger—the White Raven costume—grabs their hands instead.

Red bows out, though there’s a distinct smirk in their voice as they say, “Be my guest.” They frown after them as red moves to the outside of the crowd, and watches after them, but their attention is pulled back to their new partner as the grip on them tightens slightly and they’re led into the dance.

“Do I not hold your interest as much as the others?”

White also has no jewelry to speak of, not even earrings or a necklace. Another pity. But this close, the beauty of the dress and mask are even more apparent, as is the smile underneath and gentle waves of dark hair. “A gem like you, I’m positive you’d hold anyone’s attention.”

A slight smile tugs at the corner of white’s mouth. “Come now my dear, you surely can do better than that. After all, you’ve been working your way quite expertly through the other guests.”

“Perhaps the others are just easily plied by the drink and my good looks.” Their being led through the more complicated version of the dance. The others around them are gliding easily through the simpler version, or stumbling slightly. Their current partner apparently is quite confident neither of them are too intoxicated for this then. Or is showing off.

“Oh but I will be so disappointed to learn that you are just another pretty face, after seeing what you’re capable of.”

The cocky smile slips easily into place. “Ah, are you the one that’s been watching me all evening?”

“I wouldn’t say it was all night. You’re remarkably good at blending in where you need to after all, but once I did see you, I would say it was hard to take my eyes off of you. I was so worried that there wouldn’t be anyone of interest here. What a relief to see you after all this time then.”

Their voice is nice but familiar, and it makes the hair on the back of their neck stand. Still, they smile. “Glad I could captivate you and entertain you for the night.”

“I am curious though, why exactly you’re here.”

White dips them slightly, enough to see the gathering crowd for a second before they’re back face to face.

“To enjoy the party of course, just like everyone else.”

Their laugh is light and beautiful.

“The other people here are hoping to make connections and allies and secret deals and dangerous plots under the cover of faked anonymity.”

“As I said, enjoy the party.”

White spins them, and now some of the other couples have left the floor and the crowd is growing larger. And then they’re back to facing that white mask and the light brown eyes underneath.

“Yes actually, I do believe you enjoy this.” Their breath ghosts over their face. “They’re all such easy marks aren’t they, Flower? How dangerous it would be if they discovered who you really were.”

Heart racing in their chest and blood roaring in their ears, their smile slips for the barest of moments, and the other’s grows. 

“Ah, do you think they’d be upset to discover the pretty face is just another commoner then? I’m sure I could spin it rather well. A fairytale romance as it were, a bit of good charity on their part.”

“I’m sure you could. You are rather good at getting out of trouble, even that of a life threatening kind.” White’s hand settles over the scar, but it’s hidden under too much clothing for it to be more than a coincidence. It has to be.

“You flatter me too much, but I have no idea what you mean.”

“Oh, so if you were searched by the guards, they wouldn’t find more than just food tucked away into your pockets?”

“Of course not.”

The dance is ending, and the final moves bring them closer enough white can whisper in their ear, without anyone actually noticing, “You seem to forget I was watching you, Flower.”

Aren’t they, Flower?

The cold of the blade bites even through their shirt, as breath carasess their ear, so close they can feel her smile. “Do be careful, Flower, I’d hate for you to make this harder for either of us.”

“And why would you risk that, Raven?”

The clapping from the crowd barely registers as they pull her back for the next dance, taking the lead.

“Finally caught on did you? Don’t feel too proud of yourself, I made it obvious enough.”

Their leading doesn’t last long. She also doesn’t shy away from getting close to the others on the floor this time.

They glare under their own mask. “Now which one of us is risking both? Tell me, are you here on business or pleasure yourself then? Or both, like me?”

“And why would I tell you such a thing?”

They move past another couple.

“Why reveal yourself to me?”

Is that beat the music or their own heartbeat?

“Because I enjoy our little game, Flower, don’t you?”

“You mean the one where you almost kill me?”

She hums, “You make such a pretty sight at the end of my blade.”

“I could tell everyone who you are.” They smile at her.

“And who do you think they would believe? Me, or the little thief with evidence all over them? I had an invite to this party.”

She lifts them, and though it lasts a second if that, it's too similar to being in that dark room with her again.

They’re pulled against her as they pass another couple. It’s not a solid brown in her eyes, there’s specks of something else too. And a birthmark just under the lip of the mask. 

“So is that your plan then? Have me caught?” But even as they say it, it doesn’t seem like what she’d do.

“And let you be hung for your troubles? Of course not. I care too much about our game.” 

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

They’re not dancing anymore, but whether that’s because they’ve stopped or the music, they couldn’t say.

She’s staring down at them intently. Is the height difference real, or is she wearing heels under her dress?

There’s no daggers they can see at least, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have any. But they’re not being threatened by them this time if they move a muscle. There’s no ticking clock of time until the marks come home, only hours from the end of the ball. 

Even if there was a dagger somewhere, it’s unlikely she’d gut them here in such a…

They’re both at a masquerade after all, they could be anyone.

They’re tilting upwards before they even register that she’s leaning down.

#writing #writeblr #amwriting #excerpt #wip excerpt #uhh technically nightfall? #though this isnt actually how i imagine the characters for that #but it was the best backdrop for this scene #because damnit i want more masquerade scenes to exist #even this doesn't fully encapsulate what I wanted for it #but eh oh well #it exists now #maybe i can improve it later

[artflameball]

There it is again, that funny feeling...

#not sure what this doodle is but. #it exists now #cassie draws #cuphead #the cuphead show #cuphead show

[taonpest]

#motu #the new adventures of he man #skeletor #shitpost #he's just standing there fruitily #I don't care that this word doesn't exist #it exists now

[weafurry]

When I mentioned that old anti drug commercial with the fried egg but drugs is just replaced with text to speech saying pale nightmare this is what I ment.

#it exists now #i really should go to sleep #i get up at 5 am

[ashs-hellhole]

so, a random thought popped into my head, and i thought it was neat sooo here ya go even if u never wanted it<3 “i EXIST, as a consequence.“

#idek where this thought came from #it just #*pop* #boom #it exists now #and i like it =DDD

[digitalis-obscura]

guess who just finished a FIC

#grey speaks #it’s for an exchange so i can’t post it for a hot minute but like #it exists now

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[coffeeworldsasaki]

Over a 100???? It was just the guy in the photo a couple days ago djsjdjks

#transphobes constantly forgetting trans men exist at least will bring something fun now #a bunch of very masculine looking guys participating at this ridiculous thing