THIS GUY GETS IT!!! (w/ Gender Neutral Intention) Like, Guys Cmon Can We Stop Turning One Of The Characters

PSA: Love is possible with and without sex, as long as both parties are content :)

<3

Love without Sex

I’m doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.

Hey quick ask regarding the splatoon irl community lmao

Could you please not use #reefing ramblings as a tag? It's the personal tag I made so people could find my character Reef's posts easier there

Thank you!

No worries!! I just used it because I thought haha Splatoon, but I had no idea what it meant. I’ll keep that in mind from now on ;D

Op, you stabbed me

You stabbed me

How dare you

You Are What You Eat

CW: mentions of cannibalism, manipulation and despair toward a young child (Kokichi is three here)

It had been two hours. Kokichi stared at the bowl in front of him—a creamy white soup, with a handful of meatballs floating in it. It was probably cold by now. He poked a meatball with his spoon, his stomach lurching as it bobbed. He swallowed thickly, glancing across the kitchen at the grownup stirring a pot at the stove.

At the severed arm tossed on a cutting board on the counter beside him.

"I don' wan' it," he tried again.

"Aw, that's enough'a that, boy!" Teru-onii-chan turned from the soup to pointedly brandish his spoon at the boy. "There's no way you ain't hungry. You're still growin', ya know? And after I even ground it up nice 'n' fine so ya couldn't tell the difference. The others don't get half as much kindness outta me!"

"B-but—"

"Not like you can taste it, anyhow. You wouldn't know human from pork from beef," he huffed. "Such a waste of my Talents, I swear."

And yet Teru-onii-chan always did seem to go above and beyond for Kokichi's meals specifically. So much effort, so much seasoning, all for the most boring textures. The small boy always wondered why that was. This happened every time. He didn't want it. He never wanted it. It was bland and boring and always had meat. He whimpered, looking back down at his soup. He wondered who it was, floating around inside it. If it was a mommy or a daddy, or...

Maybe a little kid just like him.

The image of a person roasting over a fire wasn't nearly as funny in real life as cartoons always made it out to be.

"I swear, Kokichi, if ya don't eat somethin' soon, you're gonna get sick," Teru-onii-chan tutted. "I'll hafta get your sister—"

Kokichi's blood turned to ice.

"N-no!" he cried, frantic tears springing to his eyes. "Not Nee-nee! Not the tube!"

It went down his nose and felt cold and weird when Nee-nee fed the slurry into it. He swore he could feel it as he hiccuped out panicked little breaths. It felt like he was choking on it.

Teru-onii-chan's expression softened, and he set his spoon aside to approach Kokichi at the table and give him a little pat on the head.

"Ya need ta eat, sugar," he insisted. "You know your Nee-nee only does it 'cause she cares. She'd be awful sad ta know you ain't eatin' again. It'd fill her with so much Despair..."

That word again. Despair. Nee-nee and her friends talked about it a lot, ever since the bad things started and they brought him down here. Kokichi didn't really understand what it meant. They were always so mean to each other on purpose. It almost sounded like Teru-onii-chan wanted him to refuse just to make his Nee-nee sad.

He looked down at the soup again, sloppily wiping his nose on his sleeve. The meat stood out clearly in the white broth, bobbing there like the most normal thing in the world. Teru-onii-chan could give him any other meat, and it'd taste the same, feel the same, may as well be the same. It didn't matter if he couldn't taste it. It didn't matter if he couldn't tell. It made his stomach churn just knowing what it was.

But... Kokichi didn't want to make his Nee-nee sad...

"T-Teru-onii-chan...?"

"Hm?"

"Can... make it hot again...?"

"Sure thing, Pumpkin."

This time he'd do it. This time for sure.

For Nee-nee.

I wore sunglasses on my head one time, and a guy said I looked like Nico Robin

Then I looked her up and she was beautiful

That guy was probably lying to me, but thinking about it makes me happy

have you ever been told you look like a celebrity?

yes (who? 👀)

no

Right now, mine is Summerlove (feat. Annabelle) Scorccio Edit because it’s so silly and bouncy sounding x3

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

I think he’d be shoved in some kind of cultural museum exhibit with the same set design as Celestia’s execution (to make it look more fancy)

with some artifacts here and there, and a few historical weapons scattered around

And a museum curator mistakes him for a thief, so he throws artifacts like a vase at him, a thick book’s spine hits Kokichi right in the nose maybe, plates, broom,

and then eventually just crushing him with a cave drawing slab or something (as a little nod to his og death)

What do we think, op?

what kind of execution do yall think talentswap Kokichi would have? (idk who will be a killer in my fic yet, so I decided to brainstorm execution idea for all of them lol)

All my stuffies love me, my favorite blankie too

*flexes bicep*

Yeah, I’m like the coolest ever

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

MUNCHES AND CRUNCHES TO YOUR ART

SLURPS YOUR ART

FEEDS UPON YOUR ART

FEASTS UPON YOUR ART

old psychonauts stuff i never posted, i miss this game (and this raz design. 14 year old me was so smart)

Next time, if you want to hurt me, please just shoot me

It’ll hurt less I think

everlark in the big 25?? crazy

Congrats on your success Elvis, hope you have a swingin’ time, a-huh-huh

Yesterday at work I said “woah mama” and a coworker said “are you quoting tumblr Elvis”

Woah mama I'm everywhere