This Thing Is So Cute Omg!!!!!

This thing is so cute omg!!!!!

Tagging (but no pressure!) @private-snippers @solis-nova @dreamydorito @castibella-shipper-of-the-lord and @ anyone else who wants to do it too!! :)

Everyone stop what you’re doing and create a magical you with this picrew

@thechaoscult @pluto-is-real @goswlogpncmcrfobpjstltruaqhtma42 @everyone

This is STUNNING, thank you so much for sharing!! I’m so glad that something I created could inspire you to create something of your own! :)

Made this based of Fragile god by @randomfandomginger !! Absolutely one of my favourite xdnf fics I’ve read :]

I have decided to redesign the United States.

Some important geographical changes include:

DC is now it's own state

Wisconsin has taken that weird bit of land that used to be Michigan's but was on Wisconsin's side of the Lakes

Speaking of lakes, Alabama is now a Lake called "Racists go to Hell"

Florida is now called "Yikes"

ColoRADo now has puzzle piece notches to make it more interesting

Utah is fenced in

The Dakotas go back to the Natives

Hawaii is now it's own country

Tex-ASS was too big so that rectangle at the top is it's own state called "Big Tiddy City"

Iowa now has a second, smaller iowa inside of it called "Iowa Jr"

It is now illegal to capitalize the letters in "ohio"

New York has been split into New York and Cool York. Cool York, of course is where all the aliens land and the movies take place

Jersey has been modified to look more like a J

Vermont, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, and Connecticut have all merged into one state - Bastard

Rhode Island and Delaware have merged, creating Rhodelaware Island

Washington is now called Upper Oregon

Oregon is now called Weed City

LA now has a moat, making it an island, and it is it's own state.

California, now just Cali, had had the top part slot into a new state "Wine?"

North Carolina is now Beetlejuice

South Carolina is now Beetlejuice

Georgia is now Beetlejuice!

Kentucky is now Kentucky 2, there is no Kentucky 1

Michigan is now The Whole Shack Shimmay

Whyoming now also has puzzle piece notches

Balaska is where the US Capitol is, but no one knows exactly where.

For reference, this was the original image

Some more name changes

New Mexico - Not Mexico

Kansas - Sauce

Nebraska - North Corn

Oklahoma - South Corn

Indiana - Indiana(polis)

Illinois - Cootie Junction

Arkansas - Our Kansas

Missouri - Mississippi's Younger Brother

Mississippi - Eye-pee-pee-eye

Tennessee - South Tennessee

Virginia - Extra Virgin Olive Oil

West Virginia - Virgins

Minnesota - Mini Soda

Idaho - Poh-Tay-Toes

Nevada - neVAHda, nuVADa

Arizona - The Zones

Wisconsin - West Wisconsin

Pennsylvania - Pencilvania

Louisiana - New New Orleans

Maine - Woof

Maryland - LobsterLand

Alaska - Balaska

Texas - texASS

New Jersey - Jersey

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Prison Snippet I’ll Never Finish

Hey y’all! I haven’t posted in a while, so here’s a little something I had started writing literally the day Techno got locked in prison with Dream but will never find a meaningful end for lol. Enjoy!

TW: panic and hysteria

“Dream, please.” Techno let out a soft sigh. “Stop breathing so quickly. You’re going to make yourself hysteric.” 

Dream, to his credit, had already made himself hysteric, letting out short labored breaths as he slid down the wall in a graceless heap. His eyes were glazed with panic, and at Techno’s words, he tightened his arms a little tighter around himself, as though hoping the action could ground him. 

Techno pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at the man on the ground in front of him. “Dream, how long is this going to last?” 

There was no answer from his new roommate, who instead opted to shake his head back and forth and begin muttering to himself, eyes now flickering around the small room shiftily. 

“Right.” Techno nodded, more to himself than to Dream, and propped himself against the lectern in the corner, watching him with no small amount of concern. “‘Cause, bruh. It’s not all that bad. Sam’s been gone for...” He checked his internal clock. “Four and a half minutes.” 

That got him his first response. 

“How do you know that?” Dream whispered, head whipping up so fast it probably gave the other man a head rush. 

Techno blinked in surprise, giving him a little shrug. “Dunno, it’s kind of a piglin thing. We don’t have a sun in the nether, but you kind of get a basic awareness of the passage of time.” 

Dream was at his side in an instant, emerald eyes wide and desperate. “What day is it? What month is it? How long have I been in here?”

“Hey, man,” Techno batted the other off of him with a small frown. “Touchy. I don’t really know, to be honest. I was asleep for a while. Then I woke up. Then…” He cocked his head to the side before recalling, “I fell back asleep again. The only reason I’m here is because Quackity said you wanted to call in a favor.” 

“You’re such an idiot.” Dream buried his head in his hands, mimicking despair. “It was a trap, he made me write that letter.”

Techno let out a small snort at that. “Someone made you do something? Quackity made you do something? Yeah right, the man is like the size of a footstool, I don’t believe that for a second. Besides,” the piglin hybrid continued, “Why would he lie to me on my birthday? That would just be cruel.” 

“I- Techno, Quackity is cruel. Quackity is the very definition of cruel.” Dream gave him a look of mixed desperation and dumbfoundment. 

Techno clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth thoughtfully, beginning his pacing. “If you say so, Dream.” 

There was a moment where the lava seemed to drip ever sluggishly slower and the seconds dragged on well past their welcome. 

“Do you have a plan to get us out of here?” Dream asked, tone shifting to desperation alone. He sounded fragile and breakable and nothing like Techno remembered him sounding. Then again, the piglin couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the green-eyed man in anything other than full netherite, but here he sat.

Techno scrunched up his nose, shrugging a little as he continued his pacing. “Planning is less my style. It’ll come to me.” He glanced back at Dream, who looked like he’d just swallowed a whole lemon. “I gave Phil a note before I left, just in case,” he added on. 

“So someone knows where you are?” Dream asked him anxiously. 

“Mmh, not really.” Techno scratched the back of his head. “I wrote that Phil was supposed to remember to feed the dogs. He’ll get the gist of it after a while.” 

I pawed through some of my old writing - like 20 years ago old - and let me tell you, it’s not great. But it’s evidence. It’s hard copy evidence that I am better now than I was. That I’ve learned something. Lots of things, really. It’s evidence that at least 20 years ago, I put my fingers to a keyboard and said “I’m gonna create something.” And then I did.

And maybe it wasn’t award winning fiction, and maybe I never finished most of it, and maybe I never even showed anyone most of it, but it doesn’t make a difference. I put in the practice. I created stuff just to see if I could. I found documents that were just me describing things to practice descriptions. I found several that were only a few paragraphs long, a passing thought. A wisp of daydream. A frustration.

A friend of mine showed me her old fanfic account today, and thought that I was laughing at her when I was gleefully pawing through it. And maybe a little I was; but not because she had written things, only because she handed me the link and then made the pikachu face when I actually looked at it. She started going through the motions of telling me that it was terrible, that she had no idea what she’d been thinking, that some of it was weird, and I had to stop her.

Because here’s the thing: I don’t care!! If you are young, or you were young, and you are creating things you’ll look back on in 10, 20, 30 years, I hope that you are kind to yourself. So many people get hung up on the fear of starting something new, of starting and not being instantly perfect, that they never stand a chance at all of being even good. You cannot get better at something you never do, something you never practice. You can think about stuff all you want, but you get better by just doing it.

And yes, you’re going to do it poorly at first, and looking back, you’re almost certainly going to be tempted to say “what was I thinking” too, but… what you were thinking was that you loved something enough to try to bring it to life, to put it somewhere it would survive you. If it was fanfiction, you loved it enough to try to make more of it, or to fix it, or to connect to other people through it; you loved it enough to explore it. If it’s original, you took something that was inside of you and put it outside of you, and that’s so incredibly difficult that to attempt it at all is worthy of appreciation.

What I’m saying is that there are a lot of people afraid to even start writing, and if you are writing now, or if you started when you were young, or if you are starting now when you are not, that’s bravery. You are brave, and you were brave, and if you’re looking back and saying “I was worse at this” then face the other direction for a hot second and think “I’ve become better” and maybe take a moment to appreciate the younger you for putting in that effort for you. Younger you had to go through a lot of work to get you where you are now, and you should be so proud of them. I certainly am. You’ve done and are doing amazing.

All that’s left is to keep going.

very specific tag game: if you are from the US and can drive, pls reblog and say where you’re from and what you call it when someone sorta pauses at a stop sign without fully stopping all the way