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somegrumpynerd · 23 days
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Thinking about how Nightmare has 4 mortals and 3 of them are so so bad at taking care of themselves
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kaiminluu · 8 months
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nemmet · 8 months
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thinking about be cool scooby doo fred on this delightful evening. he's afraid of widths. he gets emotional over a drumkit. he knows how to apply eyeliner perfectly. he's a sleep deprived, paranoid, manic danger to himself and others. he becomes enemies with a goat. his shoulders are so tense that they can break a chair. he goes to jail twice. where on earth did he get the funds to give the mystery machine all those high-tech upgrades. he hired a guy to make his epiphanies look more dramatic. the exterior of his house is an affront to god. he cannot take care of himself to save his life. he is a middle aged dad stuck in the body of an eighteen year old. he has childhood trauma related to halloween. he accidentally parked his van on a space shuttle. he is consistently aggravated by daphne’s commitment to the bit. he really needs to let go of those tiny red shorts. he's a court jester. he represents the order to his criminal father's chaos. he has control issues stemming from this but tries to overcome them for the sake of the gang and always apologises when he goes too far and knows that even when they wind him up it isn't a threat because he loves and trusts them so much and they care about him in turn even before he fully opens up to them about his childhood and—
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gogandmagog · 9 months
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Considering the duality of man, this evening. Every single time I think I've finally gotten a firm glimpse of just who Lucy Maud was as an admittedly-very-complex human, I'm thrown. Reading more and more Dr. Mary Rubio tonight, and finding out that solitary strand of relationship advice that Montgomery ever gave one of her son's wives, was to never let your husband see you naked, and to never see him naked; that her general approach to intimate relations within marriage was actually very Victorian after all. Further, that her relationship with Chester (the one that was a sex pest, and financial criminal), made people "very uncomfortable." (Nothing outright, don't flee for the hills!) Further FURTHER, that she wasn't interested in votes for women. This I already knew, but was reminded of. A certain Cornelia Bryant quote pops to mind here. ("I'm not hankering after the vote, believe ME," said Miss Cornelia scornfully. "I know what it is to clean up after the men. But some of these days, when the men realize they've got the world into a mess they can't get it out of, they'll be glad to give us the vote, and shoulder their troubles over on us. That's THEIR scheme. Oh, it's well that women are patient, believe ME!") Then when we hear also that Maud astonished the descendants of Herman Leard, when her journals were published, because they maintain that it was Maud who was infatuated with him (her journals imply he was gifting her with chocolates, in order to get her into his bed, think Dean Priest a little bit), despite him being engaged to someone else... get this... who looked 'just like Anne.' (I will assume this means red haired and freckled?)
All odd things to weigh against the woman I've built Montgomery up to be, in my mind and heart, but none of it able to detract from my interest and adoration for her; I'm very simply forever a fan. The hard and ugly parts of someone's life only prove that humans stay humaning.
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cogentsummoner · 3 months
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tomorrow we are
getting ready for dnd sunday
typing what i have of chapter 3
reading trigun
we are, crucially, NOT PLAYING FFXIV
if you see me playing ffxiv feel free to shoot on sight
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doodlesbutawesome · 1 year
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You know what I’d really love for the Rayman DLC?
Is that- despite the chances being low- Ales Mansay and the Phantom join forces to take down both of their enemies.
Like, they both have rivals who made fools out of the both of them, and they both need them out of their ways so they can do their own things in their own universes.
The thing that would make it even more hilarious is that if Ales was the one in charge of bringing the heroes to a specific area (because of all his strange machines he creates), and Phantom is so ready to take down Mario only for him to realize that Ales brought his Rabbid counterpart instead of the actual Mario, and Rabbid Peach somehow ended up going with Rabbid Mario in a strange turn of events.
Might just make this an AU honestly 😭
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mangoes-and-mothman · 6 months
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why can't i be normal about feelings!
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pankomako · 11 months
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they're both total goofs
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soullessjack · 7 months
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rotating in my mind the fact that jack is literally the most autistic character ever and they weren’t even trying to do that. sam reads a “gifted kid” book to understand him. he has meltdowns and sensory issues and misunderstands social cues!!! he struggles with fluctuating empathy between not being able to feel bad for others and feeling emotions so strongly that it’s almost unbearable sometimes!!!!! He needs to be alone for extended periods of time when he’s upset and trying to calm down!!!!
he’s incredibly blunt and literally masks with repetitive behaviors and scripted greetings to be seen as normal and good and safe bc the behaviors and mannerisms that come naturally to him are seen as bad and dangerous and he really just wants to fit in and belong somewhere !!!!!!!! he wears repetitive outfit patterns !!!!!! He has trouble understanding rules and the concept of right/wrong as “bendable” or dismissible once they’re laid down !!!
He mirrors people !!! He always stands and sits in the same positions (cross-legged , hands-on-lap, standing straight as a metal rod implant). He’s able to excel within his special interests (zombies, monsters and fighting) but not outside of it (talking to people). while not being socially aware he’s very emotionally aware and intuitive!!!
he has nervous stims like picking at his hand and fidgeting with his clothes!!!!!!!! not only does he have meltdowns but he has shutdowns and alexythimia too!!!!!! he’s so!!!!!!!!! He’s so perfect!!!!!!! Almost everything about his character encapsulates some autistic experience without that even being the intention !!!!!!! He’s soo!!!!!!!!! He’s SOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
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moon-jellie · 7 months
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How come nobody told me how mfing SEXY michael sheen is
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fernrye · 9 months
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ughhhhh have I told you about this guy...,. Probably not. uhh he's one of my ocs cj he's cool I guess ughhhghbbb
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somegrumpynerd · 20 days
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How absolutely wild must it have been for Nightmare to have like, minimum-to-no contact with mortals for hundreds of years and then the first two he has any regular close interactions with are Killer and Dust.
Like he must have a book in his castle somewhere of all the observations he kept like he was studying a new species
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darlingfreddie · 2 years
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muirneach · 1 year
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i am perhaps the only tumblrina who does not care about the sun setting early. it dont matter to me
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lcec0ldheart · 8 days
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Random OC stuff of the day #3: New OC! Enter Crimson Starius! And some backstory!
So, I missed two days. This is supposed to be a daily thing. But it was my sister’s birthday on the 20th, and we celebrated it until halfway through the 21st, so I was dead tired. I’ll try to post two oc stuff in one day at some point to recover lost time, but i am excusing myself once bc it was my sister’s birthday lol. Have a BIG post to make up for this? Its pretty late but i got forced to cook not my fault
Anyways, new OC! I know it’s really soon but oh well fkrlgkrjejjrjd
I suddenly got the idea (for what he looks like, Violet having a brother has been in the back of my mind for a while even before her redesign) while doodling stuff, and so I made a quick scribble of him before actually drawing him at school. Surprisingly enough, I was able to start and finish him. Here is Crimson!
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Crimson is an 11 year old kid, the younger brother of Violet! The “Sun” to Violet’s “Moon”!
A charismatic, chaotic, fun and bold kid that wants to enjoy himself and make some friends. He’s quite clever, cunning, funny, and is perceptive and likes to share with people. Also very creative and a bit crazy, he’s interesting to be around.
Although he tries not to show it, he’s also pretty emotional, and he’s a bit self conscious of what others think, wanting some attention. Despite this, he’s still a fun, nice and sweet kid who makes mistakes at times. Can be read as selfish, but it’s usually by accident and he’ll do something to make up for it. Shy around new people but that doesnt last long
Somewhat hyperactive and struggles to sit still, and gets bored easily, but he’s really good at being entertaining and enjoyable. He’ll try crazy ideas even if he’s been told it wont end well, and he’s relatively confident in himself, but still wants some validation. He’ll invite a friend to whatever he’s doing, as he wants to make sure they’re enjoying themself too. More relaxed, and kinda goofy.
He draws pretty well for his age (Certainly better than I did LOL), learning how to draw with Violet’s help. A good leader, and smart for his age, notable when he’s around other kids. Relatively mature and knows the most unexpected things (He and Violet share weird fun facts with each other. Sometimes, my irl brother will tell me something he shouldn’t have learned until high school. He’s a great kid, but he scares me sometimes…)
Since he’s so young, he doesn’t really fight (thank goodness although he’s weirdly strong for his age and tall…), but he likes playing with fire, and unfortunately Violet can’t really discourage him due to him being fire immune somehow. I guess he had to pick up some kind of weird trait from her, lol. If he had to use a weapon though, 100% would be a hammer. My IRL brother is having so much fun with the inflated comically oversized one we have.
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(Hey guys, it’s Crimson IRL!)
Crimson and Violet’s sibling dynamic is pretty interesting to me. Due to how he and Violet was left on her own without parents when she was 13 (About a year and half has passed since that happened), they’re very close, sticking together no matter what happens. Sometimes they talk like friends the same age bantering with each other (No joke my brother is crazy smart 75% of the time we talk to each other like we’re twins, and he’s NINE), other times they have a younger brother-older sister dynamic, but Violet’s the one that’s been taking care of him. No idea how she manages to get through it all, but she’s the one who makes sure he’s fed, clothed, has somewhere to sleep, making sure he’s happy, helping him whenever he needs it, and is cared for. Give Violet a “sister of the year” award because MAN i couldn’t imagine managing that at 13 no less
Fortunately, eventually the two get some sort of support system (With Violet getting some friends MAYBE found family…) and they have their older (I’ll introduce her eventually but i haven’t introduced her yet. Maybe i will for lesbian visibility week though) cousin, who is sadly pretty far away and busy, but still tries to help, being the one to buy their living space and giving Violet quite a bit of money to make sure the two can live on their own without having to work or worry. Also gives her advice.
As for how they’re managing to live on their own, they’re doing fine. Because of the fact they’re on their own, they’ve adjusted their living to what fits them best. It’s not all that bad. Still stressful for Violet though
Crimson usually attends online live classes on his laptop (They both have laptops they use for personal and school reasons), and he’s actually taking advanced classes, doing quite well in school. (He still needs to pay more attention sometimes though.) Sometimes he needs help, but he knows what to do for the most part, and if not he’ll ask Violet at some point during the day.
Violet does her school work remotely, not on live classes, but that allows her to go however fast she wants to on her school courses. It also lets her manage her own schedule which is good because the only thing holding her back as a kid in school was having to follow everyone else’s schedule.
Her sleep schedule is naturally fucked up (I swear she’s like some sort of nocturnal creature lmao) and was a bit of an issue when she couldn’t get to sleep all night and got sleepy while in class. But since online courses don’t have that problem, she can sleep whenever the hell she wants! Which is why she’s usually sleeping when other kids are in school lol. Crimson is normal (ish) in the case that he wakes up at the crack of dawn, so usually around 6 AM. Violet is quite book smart. Due to her being able to do assignments wherever and whenever she wants (assuming she meets deadlines), she is zooming through highschool. I imagine the story with Frost, Pyrite and Violet would take place around the summer, so after that she’d be starting courses most people wouldn’t get to until junior year, despite only being 14 and half. 2 grades ahead basically
You’d think that one of them being awake half the time the other is asleep would cause problems, but for the most part it doesn’t. They still eat at least 2 meals a day at the same time, just that for one of them it’s breakfast and for the other its dinner lol. Usually when Violet makes her own lunch (which she has at like 12 am lmao) she’ll have a second plate made, and put it in the fridge to leave for Crimson when he’ll have his own lunch since she’ll be asleep at the time. Though Crimson is learning how to cook too, as he wants to make his own food as well, so that won’t be necessary soon!
While Violet and Crimson don’t judge each other much, they still think some of the things the other does is weird. Like Crimson sometimes goes on rambles and rants talking to himself or the wall about practically anything. It’s like he’s a chronically recording youtuber. Violet isn’t really bothered by this, she just finds it entertaining and kinda funny, and talks back if she has something to add. Crimson also tends to pace around the room a lot. He fidgets if he’s sitting in place, and gets kinda restless assuming he’s not being stimulated in some way, so usually if she sees him doing that she’ll find something for him to fidget with (He might just go find like a wrench to twist himself) but she doesnt think its weird or anything
Crimson might ask Violet a question if he sees her doing something not normal (Like using her telekinesis), but assuming she answers he’ll just take it and be like “Oh cool” and maybe ask her to participate in one of his schemes if her powers end up being useful for it. He thinks the purple markings and nails and glowy eyes is normal bc Violet is his standard for what a person should look like LOL (This is why he doesn’t ask why it’s so difficult for her to sleep like a normal person, or why she’ll manage to infodump about something for hours, or how sounds seem louder to her, or why she gets fixated on specific things, because she’s the person he knows the most, so it feels normal to him. and even if he knows otherwise he doesn’t mind)
Overall, they’re very close, and kinda learned how to socialize by talking to each other lol thats why both of them aren’t too good at talking to normal people. The two will stick together and support each other no matter what. Sometimes they have issues or bicker, but they geninuely love each other (Crimson doesn't say it as much but he ends up conveying that by his actions.) I call them the Sun and Moon duo!
Uh I don’t know what else to put here, but that’s another ramble from me that got super off topic lol. Goodnight guys, hope your day is going well, yuh
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moxfirefly · 4 months
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It's ne again! Coming back at you with another mikey prompt! Going for that 'we're besties, but actually, there's more to it vibe'
platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you
sharing each other's clothes (especially hoodies)
Pookie you always hit 😮‍💨
Let do this!
Rated Mature (suggestive themes)
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The winter air was hitting tonight’s, topside everything felt just a little more chillier than down below.
Mikey surveyed the night life below, patrol had been a bit boring tonight just the usual upkeep, a mugging here a gang fight there. He was going growing bored though, sitting on the ledge of a roof he saw how the night continued to pass by.
He toyed with a bracelet around his wrist, a delicate thing with worn out blocks that spelled out a name.
Your name.
Because it belonged to you.
He still remembers the night he had playfully snatched it off your bathroom sink and proclaimed it was his now. You had laughed, play fought him for it but that had quickly ended in you admiring defeat and that he could ‘borrow’ it.
That word had entered both of yours vocabulary.
So far you both had borrowed so many things it was hard to keep up.
And there didn’t seem to be date of return for the items.
There was a hair clip attached to his mask tail, yours of course.
A necklace you often wore when you went out for the night.
Around his waist wasn’t the hoodie he topically had (because now you were wearing it, but instead one of your own.
Mikey wanted to say it was for fashion purposes, that he simply liked the items you own, and while some of that was true to an extent the reality was that he was wrapped up in your scent so constantly he felt drunk most days from the giddiness alone.
“You’re surprisingly quiet tonight, something on your mind?” Leo sat down for once tonight, next to him on the ledge, possibly aware that the night was next to near done.
“Huh? Oh nah, just people watching, that old lady down there sneezed into her coffee before giving it to her husband, totally saw it.” He heard Leo chuckle but he knew he wasn’t fully sold. He wasn’t exactly ‘focused’ tonight.
Tonight was Friday after all, and on the second Friday of each month you would go to y/n’s for a sleep over. It had become a thing that was going into its second year. You always bought enough food to feed an army (or a Mikey) and he would bring enough baked goods to rot away your teeth with their sugary goodness.
Said baked good we’re protected in his backpack along with a change of clothes (why? Most of his clothes were at your place anyways). No need for a toothbrush because there was one that belonged to him in your bathroom already.
“Why don’t you head out Mikey, I’m sure y/n is waiting for you.” Leo called off patrol via the comms radio on his shoulder, Raph and Donnie both relieved from their own spot a few blocks over.
He didn’t need to be told twice, board in hand and bag across his shell, Mikey gave Leo a goodnight and a don’t wait up before zooming off to your apartment.
A few minutes on a trip he could do backwards and blindfolded he landed on your fire escape and opened up the window with practiced motions. He was hit with the delicious smell of a late dinner but more so with your delightful smile upon hearing him arrive.
And with that same practice ease he caught you just as you jumped to hug him and greet him.
In what appeared to be an old pair of his boxers and that hoodie he hadn’t seen in his closet in what felt like months.
“Im doing some late night laundry so I hope you don’t mind I grabbed one of your boxers.” You chucked as you took the containers filled with two dozen or so cookies he’d made from scratch this afternoon.
“Of course you took my Spider-Man undies, does that mean I get a bra tonight?” He wiggled his brow bones, your giggling music to his ears.
“Please as if my bra fits those steel boobs you’ve got.” You shot him a luck before returning to the kitchen to turn off the stove and get ready to serve.
“Go check your unmentionables and I’ll get us ready here.” He shoo’d you off , grabbing plates and forks while you went to change everything into the dryer.
Each movement felt so natural, finding everything with comfortable ease as if he were in his own home. He knew exactly what you wanted to drink, that you wanted extra sides and some hot sauce. He wasn’t fazed when you caught with him at the stove and wrapped yourself around his arm and began to rant about today’s on goings.
You felt that twinge of something when he hands landed on your waist, to move you away from a cupboard he needed access to. Stifling a laugh when he did the same just to place you back close to him and continue hearing about the work room gossip.
With dinner out of the way, a shower for Mikey, several horror movies later, you both found yourselves in bed and feeling very much like 4am.
“I think Stacey’s just a tramp.”
“Michael! …I mean you’re not wrong…”
You both laughed, sleepy eyes fighting to remain open. In bed you both often talked about all manner of life things. Observations, family life, work life, even love…
Love was always tricky, because it churned deep within Mikey’s stomach whenever he heard you talk about some guy you went on a date with.
And it made your skin prickle with some unnamed emotion whenever he talked about some girl he had seen and how he thought she was pretty.
But even as those feelings died down, as you both felt sleep overtake you, something always remained the same.
Somewhere in the night, in the tossing and turning, in the early morning trip to the bathroom and the sleepy stroll back, you would both wake up so wrapped around each other it was pointless to try and untangle each other.
When those first rays of sunlight hit, it was easy to be greedy and admire you in his arms, the way your skin looked in the morning always left him feeling somewhat gutted. You were soft, warm and so very perfect.
Mikey allowed himself the small luxurious of burying his snout in your hair, the soft strands tickling his sleepiness away.
When you stirred, a small sigh, he watched you glue yourself closer to his body and he felt his stomach flip flop around the thoughts he tried not to indulge.
The ones in the shape of you beneath him (above him) around him, consumed by him, eaten by him.
The ones where you called out his name and asked for seconds and thirds.
The ones where he could arrive to this home and call it his home with you as well.
He felt your lips press to his skin, a soft call of his name and another tumble down the imaginary scenes where he wakes you up with his head between your legs and more soft calls of his name.
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