Tumblr's body is cold. The exploding dildo managed to tear her open and kill her, something that HSG managed to figure out all by himself.
However by fate or circumstance or luck, she landed on the stone slab that clinches her ascension to God Tier.
Her planet is teeming with life around her dead body. Things like frogs and several thousand different types of bugs, one of which is the common green dragonfly.
One singular common green dragonfly breaks away from it's glowing, buzzing group to where Tumblr's corpse is. His name is Stephen. Stephen has a wife named Artemis and he's been thinking about having little dragonfly babies with her, mostly because he won't live that long. He's also been preoccupied with other things as well, like eating a lot of mosquitos and avoiding the sticky tongues of frogs.
Stephen has a lot on his plate right now, but when he heard the low hum emanating from Tumblr's body, he diverts off-course and lands on her forehead. Artemis is quick to catch up to him, landing near him on the tip of Tumblr's nose. Artemis flutters her wings irritably. Stephen flutters back that she should just trust him on this, and if she wants to go back to live in her mother's swamp that is perfectly fine with him, frankly.
More and more green dragonflies swarm over Tumblr's body, covering her like sheaves of grass. Every dragonfly in the land is flying towards her quest bed.
A pendulum swings.
Their wings buzz together, translucent teardrops covering each other and backing away.
A pendulum swings.
Teeny dragonfly feet tread through the blood on Tumblr's stomach.
A pendulum stops.
Death not heroic death not deserved. Get back in there, tiger.
Blood pools down Tumblr's arms as she rises off the rock slab. Her body remains horizontal, eyes still closed. She glows brighter and brighter as she ascends, skin shining pure white beneath the blood. Every single common green dragonfly on the Land of Stumps and Dismay flocks to her side, wings buzzing into a symphony. The cloud forms around her as all the dragonflies let go to buzz around her body.
Her heart begins to beat, and she starts to breathe again. Her clothes change from her dark blue t-shirt to a black shirt and loose pants, which are tucked into light grey boots. The hood of her outfit is black, and tapers to her midback. The blood on her arms vanishes, evaporating.
Last, but not least, the white, spiraling symbol of space forms in the middle of her new shirt.
Tumblr's Dream Self, on Derse, has been slowly slipping away in the catacombs of the planet, taking deeper, more labored breaths as she dies.
Her new God Tier self opens her eyes.
Looking down at her hands, and at the dragonflies buzzing around her in a cloud of green, Tumblr floats. She tries to retrace her steps, back to why she's suddenly in different clothes and what the hell is with these damn bugs. She braces her palms against one another, focussing, and drags them apart slowly. The blue-black space she creates between them thrills her. Portals have that effect on people.
"Wow! Guys! Guys! Come see!" she calls, waiting for her friends to show up. She has complete faith that they'll show up, and hopefully bring that asshole that killed her.
Revenge is gonna be sweet.
She spends the rest of the day flying and stretching her new powers, which include but are not limited to flight, portal creation, growing and shrinking, and duplicating herself.
Tumblr, the Thief of Space, does not bother herself with the Prince of Rage, who is sulking with her friends not too far from where she is.
MSPAF is still with his friends. DeviantArt is berating HSG, who looks miffed and exhausted.
MS Paint Adventure Forum's fingernails dig into the keyboard of his portable fedoramunicator. "C'mon, c'mon, wake up!" he hisses. Behind his glasses, his eyes are focussed and alert, waiting to see if he was right.
When his computer wheezes to life, MSPAF goes apeshit, whooping like a warrior, jumping like an idiot, and flailing his arms with wild abandon. HSG jumps, and DeviantArt screams, totally not prepared for that.
On LOSAP, Youtube is lying at the bottom of a ravine on a rock slab. A moth dazedly flutters down to where she is, flying down in a corkscrew pattern and eventually landing on her eyebrow. A second moth follows the first, feather-soft wings hushing down to where she lies.
A pendulum swings.
Moths scuddle across the landscape towards the ravine. Catsbysprite pounces into a great cloud of them, swatting at the tiny things.
A pendulum stops between gold and purple.
Youtube's white skin starts to glow as she rises off the rock slab, surrounded by a whirling cyclone of moths. Her short hair pitches forwards over her eyes as her torso falls forwards. The tissue in her heart mends together, and starts to pump new blood as the old vanishes from her body.
The armor she worked so hard to customize starts to collapse. The built-up shoes shatter to reveal curly-toed slippers. Her pants are form-fitted, as with the shirt. Both are dark green. The pants even come equipped with a codpiece. The jester collar of her shirt is also light green, as with her hood. Pulled up, her hood extends up almost a foot high above her head.
The cape she gets goes to her knees, a simple affair. The symbol of Mind forms on her chest, a light green circle with wavy lines branching off it.
On Prospit, Youtube's dream self wheezes out a gush of blood and dies.
Youtube's God Tier self awakens, crimson irises taking in the new world.
Immediately Youtube flinches hard, head snapping down into her chest. Sound, noise, static, voices, and her own thoughts are crowding in her mind, so much so that it's tortuous. Youtube starts slapping at either side of her head, whining and wanting all of it to go away. She wants to run far, far away from all of this sound like she's done every time before.
Snapping her eyes up to the choked sky, Youtube grits her teeth. She won't run this time. Not this time. She's run before. She's run, and waited it out, and she's tired of feeling something that she doesn't want. She is done not being in control.
Bringing herself up to the sky, Youtube inhales until she feels her lungs will burst. The chlorine gas rushes in eagerly, not able to do as much damage as it could to a mortal, although it still hurts. However, it's not enough to stop her.
There would be no accurate words enough to describe what happens. The scream that tears out of her lungs is primal and desperate, a howl of lonely people. It is the scream that shatters bones, the cry of a banshee, something inhuman.
"I AM IN CONTROL! NOT YOU! THIS IS MY MIND! I CONTROL MY OWN MIND!"
Her voice echoes across the desolate plain. On the ground, Catsbysprite falls in a heap, hands clutched over her ears.
Youtube drops out of the sky like a missile, cracking the surface of the LOSAP before she hits it. The ground breaks under her feet, splitting apart with the force of her own mind. Tufts of white-blonde hair are tossed around by an unseen breeze like little bits of seaweed. Pushing her mind forwards, Youtube splits the rock face deeper, and then deeper again, heading down into the caves of her planet.