tristan and isolde by rogelio de egusquiza, but make it hannigram. suggested by @quiet--menace

the discrepancy between the representation of women's and men's emotions in fiction is absurd. like today i watched a movie where a child was shot in front of both the parents' eyes and the mother was wailing in despair while the father literally just stared stoically. and this will happen in like every single movie. someone gets the shit beat out of them, a house blows up, the world ends in disaster, i guarantee you the woman will weep. it could be silent tears, it could be ugly screeches, but she cries. bonus points if the man comforts her. and it's not wrong for her to cry. of course she's going to cry at something traumatic, but why not the man? why is he the soldier? it's gotten to the point where seeing men's grief is unnatural, uncomfortable, shameful, ludicrous. you want to look away. it's undignified. pathetic. why do we as a society accept this as not fucked up? holy fuck just let men cry. let women have emotions beyond hysteria

going angst week 2021 - corruption

Here’s how my days going:

Woke up

Sliced my finger on a ruler

Legs turned purple

I ate lemon cake (•o•)

Put on warm fluffy socks

Got bitten by the insect hiding in my warm fluffy socks

Played sims 4

My hair is fluffy today :)

[Wilbur had asked Ranboo why he trusted him so fast]

Ranboo: I- I know what it’s like to have no one, or at least feel like no one trusts you. And i realised that, if no one's with you...then how can anyone really know if you’ve redeemed yourself?

Wilbur, smiling: so you want to be here to see the fireworks huh.

this better not be foreshadowing to ranboo watching/helping wilbur blow up las nevadas sir!!!

Gajeel: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Carla: Does anyone in this godforsaken guild ever think before they speak

My obsession with the Candypulse thing does not end does it.... yeah I am not getting over this any time soon, my brain has been cursed by @red-rose-gown n @shadeswift99 (I swear I will stop with the spamming of yall now Yall just have good ideas aaaaaaaa)

Anyways yes take this candy man i have fallen in love with.

(Reblogs with tags/comments are very appreciated. Thank you.)

the virgin kacey “dream if you flirt with george you’re oppressing the lgbtq+ community” vs the chad minx “dream are you jealous? would you consider marrying george? would you KILL for george? omg you guys act like a married couple” 

さきいか

Bug??? Why did your legs turn purple???? I'm concerned???

I have problems with my circulation! It’s actually a pretty common occurrence but it’s just been worse the past few days! Doesn’t hurt but it’s very uncomfortable

You think people know but they don’t!

Idk how to spell or draw but here. White people reblog but do not say anything please edit: you don’t need to be an expert on every Asian name possible! just don't say "oh my gosh its so hard to say your name" or "do you have an english name? your name is too difficult" or “omg i loveee japanese names they are so exotic” because im sure we would have a hard time pronouncing some names, just keep making an effort to learn without complaining basically!

I wrote another Candy Man Curse AU drabble, kind of a direct sequel to this ficlet. Thanks to @red-rose-gown​ for giving me this obsession. And @shadeswift99​ too because that’s where this pain started and I’m going to call that out.

[TW: Body horror, candy gore, Zed is slowly going mad]

-Mod Slime

Zed should have noticed something was wrong when his hands started feeling unusually wet. It’s not like he took the gloves off, no, he had no reason to, but somehow some kind of liquid must have gotten into them. Yeah, yeah that was it. He wasn’t feeling weird or anything… he was fine.

He’d spent endless days observing Tango’s strange, caramel covered state. He’d been able to identify the cause, which was actually a mix of confections he found on Tango’s person. The most concerning of these was purple rock candy, as it didn’t seem natural. Where did it even come from? The question lingered in Zed’s mind as he put the candy aside, trying to resist its allure. 

He’d been trying so hard to make a cure for whatever had befallen his friend, trying so hard to come up with something… He had stopped checking his communicator early into the experimenting. He couldn’t handle the panicked messages of the other Hermits about the situation. He ignored all the discussion about whatever was going on, because if he could find a cure, if he could save Tango… then they could save everybody else.

But he couldn’t be distracted.

He wouldn’t be distracted.

                                                          * * *

Something was definitely wrong with Zedaph. He didn’t know what it was, there was no way it could be the infection. He hadn’t eaten any of the candies he’d taken from Tango. He’d put them in a secure seal so he could study them and figure out what they were without consuming them. Maybe that wasn’t enough, though. Maybe… maybe it was enough just to be around the things. Maybe that’s why the air seemed… glittery. Everything seemed brighter than it normally was, mundane experiences had a bit of whimsy to them. It almost felt good…

No. No he couldn’t give into it. He mentally scolded himself, pulling his hair into a ponytail and ignoring how it had gotten much fluffier at the bottom. Usually he made a habit of chewing on his hair, but he’d noticed it getting fluffier and easily dissolving in his mouth… he may have accidentally swallowed some of it while he was working. 

But he was fine.

He was fine. Truly…

                                                          * * *

Every day Tango seemed to get worse, and Zed couldn;t help but fear he wasn’t being fast enough. He hardly recognized the Netherborn when he looked at him now, what with the amount of caramel coating his skin combined with the purple thorn-like protrusions… it hurt to see. He also hadn’t responded to Zed at all. It’s like he wasn’t even aware, just a husk of his former self, being eaten by the inside out… it’d be almost ironic enough to be funny... if it wasn’t so painful.

If Zed wasn’t so worried about Tango, he’d probably think the caramel hair looked a tad delicious… what? No that’s disgusting, yes caramel tastes good but that’s Tango’s hair. And quite possibly his skin. 

Zed shook the thought off, returning to his work, lightly pulling at his hair and plopping a small bit of the fluff into his mouth absentmindlessly.

Zedaph was not okay.

                                                          * * *

It was much worse now. Zed hadn’t taken proper care of himself since this started, so he hadn’t had time to fully look at himself, but staring at his reflection in the glass of one of his test tubes while taking a small break… it terrified him. His once long hair had fluffed up even more, it looked like cotton candy, almost. It tasted like it too. His skin already seemed a tad more sticky than before, like he was sweating constantly, but it wasn’t falling. 

All of that aside, it was his eyes that scared him the most. He usually had purple eyes surrounded by a sea of white just too bright to be natural. Now? It was pink surrounded by a light purple. Vibrant pink, too. Oh void this was bad… he needed to find a cure. He needed to find a cure and fast, he couldn’t be close to doing so and then turn… the Hermits needed that cure… Tango needed that cure…

Soon, he would need that cure too.

                                                          * * *

Zed had accepted that he was slowly turning into a candy abomination whether he wanted to or not. He’d accepted that he couldn’t stop it. He was fine with that. He could handle being infected himself. What he could not and would not accept, is Tango being stuck in a perpetual candy coma.

He was gonna get out of this, even if Zed had to turn into a goopy pile of candy for it to happen. Tango had come to the lab clearly in pain and Zed was not about to let him suffer anymore. If he had to suffer to save his best friend? So be it. Tango needed him more now than ever…

                                                          * * *

It was done… Zed had no idea if it would work, but he’d made a cure. He’d had to turn himself a little more to see if it would work, actively consuming the catalysts of this virus. It had made things so much worse for him, he didn’t care though. He’d manage to revert his hand back to a normal state with a small bit of the cure, meaning Tango would be okay… and that made all of it worth it.

Zed had already taken extensive notes on the cure in case Tango decided to recreate it. He needed someone to cure the other Hermits, and Tango was one of the few people who understood Zed’s weird notes. He just needed to leave Tango a note telling him where to find the cure’s ingredients. So he got to work on that… it was messy, almost illegible given how hard it was to write without properly separated fingers, but it would work.

He placed the note on the bedside table, next to where Tango had been resting, and he popped open the vile with the cure in it. One shot, he had one shot. Carefully, he moved the vile towards what was left of Tango’s lips, and began pouring it into his mouth, noticing Tango’s neck move from swallowing. 

Good, he smiled, Tango would be okay if this went well…

Now that he was sure Tango was safe… well, he had to make sure he couldn’t hurt him.

So, he scooped up what remaining sweets were left, and he made his way down to the basement he created for his testing. The Chamber as he lovingly dubbed it upon its creation. He had planned to use it for something less dangerous… but he had no other option for himself now. 

He stood in the dropshoot for the Chamber, pressing a button and falling inside. It didn’t even hurt upon impact, which was probably a sign to how far gone Zed’s body was. He didn’t even feel it when small purple spikes began growing out of his spine, he just stared at the wall with glazed over eyes, much like Tango’s were, and he let the sweet infectious poison take over whatever was left of his remaining sanity, smiling as it did.

What's it with people in the Dream SMP revealing that they let other characters die to prove a point? First we had c!Quackity, who stood by and let c!Foolish get executed, now c!Wilbur specifically says "I could've saved you" to c!Tubbo, when after it happened I distinctly remember him calling his death a good thing because it proved the point that "no one was on their side", and *side-eyes Sam not doing anything to help Ghostbur* you know, three makes a pattern, and I really don't think I'm liking this one-

just tear my heart out already!!!!!

i hate diet culture so much its unreal. i wish "eating healthy" meant more to people than just making sure they stay skinny and i wish there was better and more accessible information on how to eat healthily that wasnt biased by fatphobia and manipulated studies. i wish diet and weight loss ads didnt exist and i wish i could find health foods that didnt constantly advertise weight loss or no calories or whatever the fuck. i dont want to be skinny i want to know how to have a balanced meal and what vitamins and food types i need without having to be reminded at every turn that people think being skinny is the norm and the height of health and beauty

[ID: A text banner in a round pink font that says, "do not fucking clown on this post or u will be blocked." End ID.]

credit to @/sleepymitsuri on tt

this tiktok reminded me of you

AGSJDVDJDVD EXCELLENT THANK YOU

I don't tend to write based on other people's stuff but @red-rose-gown has been making candy related body horror stuff and it's been too good Not to get in on :)

[TW for body horror and candy gore-adjacent content.]

-Mod Slime

It was a rather soft thud that alerted Zed that someone was in his base, other than himself, of course. The presence of another Hermit was a tad confusing, as Zed hadn't expected any visitors. Had he forgotten about a scheduled test for the day...er… Night?

He grabbed his clipboard and checked, no, nothing was scheduled. He didn't really have anything scheduled, to be fair. He lived all by himself on a mountain, secluded from everyone else, there wasn't exactly a need for a perfect schedule when nothing could interrupt him.

So he thought, anyway.

After hearing the same thud again he decided to go check out the entrance to his lab. Maybe one of the Hermits is just sleepwalking, or they're just playfully messing with him… he repeated these kinds of thoughts, as a sinking feeling grew in the pits of his stomach, settling only deeper when he got to the laboratory's door.

He stepped in something cream colored, it was liquidy, but not fully. Like icing. He got down and picked some of the substance up onto his finger, licking it. Definitely icing… but why was there icing on the floor?

He followed the sugary substance until he found what he assumed made the thud noise. He froze as he stared at the specimen, realizing that it was the thing that left icing on the floor. 

The icing was pooled around it, almost like blood, and Zed hesitantly made the choice to get closer.

As he approached it, he noticed how its skin looked melty, how purple crystalline shards were sprouting up from several places across its body, most notably its shoulder blades.

Its eyes were a glossy purple, shimmering pink when light hit them.

The thing that was the most strange, however, was this… Candy coated thing… was wearing Tango's shirt. Zed only recognized it from the double T insignia on the sleeves, and the more he stared at it, the more he had a realization.

This thing wasn't just wearing Tango's clothes… no… No it was Tango, even if barely recognizable. 

Zed got on his knees to get close to his friend's face, trying not to look at the dull eyes staring past him. 

Some of Tango's now icing-like skin was melting over his eyes, and his mouth was slack, barely expressing any emotion. Zed couldn't even tell if he was alive, but given the two thuds, he had to be. He had to.

The blond sighed, pulling his sleeves down and picking his friend up. Given the state Tango was in, it was a surprise his head didn't melt from his body and splatter to the ground like fallen ice cream.

Zed shook the thought off the moment he had it, though. Tango was probably uncomfortable just lying on the floor, so Zed carried him to his bed, laying him down in it as clearly as he could.

Now that Tango was on an elevated surface, Zed could get a better look at his appearance. His once red freckles were now pink and purple, and they looked more like little sprinkles than freckles. His eyes looked like broken crystals, shimmering even more now that he was in a lit room, and a lot of his skin had melted over his left eye.

He had little dots lining his skin, almost like nuts in a chocolate bar or chocolate chips in a cookie. Zed wanted to pull one out to test that comparison, but decided against it. For Tango's sake.

Another thing Zed noticed was Tango's fingers. They were sticking together slightly, and seemed much stickier than his face. They were also a golden caramel, much like his hair. 

In fact, his hair was one of the weirdest things about his new appearance. Rather than being messy, it was perfectly smooth, and reflected light much like a caramel apple would. It seemed almost too similar to be a coincidence.

The only part of his new appearance that confused Zed were the random purple shards. They were sticking out of his head, his back, and his shoulders. Clearly they were protruding from inside of his body, but Zed didn't know where they came from… And was mildly terrified to find out.

To be fair, though, Zed didn't know why Tango was like this at all. Randomly turning into candy isn't something normal, even for the Hermits. There had to be something that caused this, but given his distance from society, Zed did not know what that something could be. 

And he'd ask if he thought Tango could hear him, but he wasn't sure if he could.

And that was the most terrifying realization, and that realization haunted Zed as he stared into his friend's numb, glossy eyes, horrified of what put him in this state...

tubbo lore >>>>>>>>>>>>

twitch vod - “(DSMP LORE) A Year Later” streamed august 3 2021 by Wilbur Soot, timestamp 21:40

yt vod - n/a

TRANSCRIPT:

Wilbur: I know you, you had that—you—at the festival? With Technoblade? I never spoke to you properly about this.

Tubbo: Hm.

Wilbur: I....I could’ve saved you.

[pause]

Tubbo: But you didn’t.

Wilbur: I kn—Tubbo, I’m—I’m reaching out to you here, man, I’m—I’m on my knees, bro. Like, I... *sighs* I’m sorry. I—I’m really, really sorry and I real—and I—literally your forgiveness means so much to me but it doesn’t—it doesn’t...give up what I did to you. And it doesn’t give up how I failed you. As a—as a friend...you, as a— *sighs* —I mean, fuck being it as a coworker but just you know, anything.

[cut]

Tubbo: Wilbur in order for you to gain my trust back, you have to prove it first. I can’t just give it out anymore. I used to be able to but I just—I just can’t.

Wilbur: Tubbo I—I really appreciate it. And I mean that, genuinely. I appreciate it. And I’m gonna go out. And I’m gonna—I’m gonna prove to you that I’m worth being trusted again. I promise. I’ll do it.

Tubbo: Okay...

Wilbur: I’ll do it! I’ll redeem myself! And you’ll—you’ll—

Tubbo: You know I still have dreams, right? Of the explosion? And, and of the fireworks, and—and all of it.

Wilbur (quietly): Bro...

Tubbo: I—I still—I vividly see all of it. Every day. [pause] It hurts. [overlapping] It hurts a lot, Wilbur...

Wilbur (overlapping): I kn—Tubbo I kn—Tubbo, Tubbo, I know, I know, I—

Wilbur: No—Tubbo, Tubbo, Tubbo, please. I—I know.

update i think i might have covid