First post on this god given account woop woop
Tbh, I was thinking of how the deputy gets the entirety of Hope County liberated in what seems to be a week/month. Imagine if each region took a different season.
Imagine trekking through the Whitetail Mountains in the winter. Imagine the blood that gives the white landscapes just a hint of color as its scattered on the peaks and hills. Judges, with their white fur, blend in near perfectly.
Imagine how GORGEOUS the Henbane would look in the autumn. The red and orange hues of the trees giving a near surreal and dream-like feel to add on to how the Bliss flowers fuck with you. You're unsure if you hear the crisp autumn breeze blowing through the leaves or if that's Faith's singing and taunting.
Holland Valley in the summer is an almost unreal shade of green. Its half nostalgic seeing the planes whisk through the bright blue skies as you travel through the small hills and across the farm fields. It would also make a perfect premise for the Testicle Festival!
And finally confronting Joseph in his compound come springtime. How ironic, that the season that promises new beginnings and the Earth blooming is the same time that the nukes hit. One moment, the trees are finally regaining their leaves and the icy cold ground is returning to its soft fresh blades of grass and budding wildflowers, and then the next it's all ashen and flames.
I dunno. Its fun to think about
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Chara Week Day 5: Ghost
Every time I see that machine in the True Lab, I wonder if it could possibly be Chara's soul in there? Probably unlikely, but not impossible... It's interesting to think about what the implications of that would be.
A version with no text and then a version with just the machine, because I think it looks pretty cool and ominous alone as well.....
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It’s back!
If you missed it the first time around, the “human are weird” anthology is back for a second printing. (There’s even a new story included: “Black Box” by Dara Brophy.)
Here’s the blurb:
In science fiction, humans are usually boring compared to other races: small, weak, with no claws or tentacles, and no special abilities to speak of. But what if we were the impressive ones, the unsettling ones, the ones talked about by all the other aliens? What if we're weird?
If you’d like a collection of excellent stories about humans inspiring awe, fear, and utter confusion, it’s available everywhere books are sold!
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Workin on Redesigning Jackies Colorful version and Im stuck as hell on clorors to pic for their Hair. Tried a billion different ones but These 5 seemed to work best I think
Also also Redesigning Isaac as well as his Sister. The old story I had for them was okay but then I got a better idea that makes Isaac the irredeemable shit I wanted him to be originally!
Also this idea allows me to tie in the whole thing from the cannon creeps comic of everyone seeming to hate LJ. Only in PM I plan on it to be a bit different with Ragz. Mainly that they didn't really do anything but SOMEONE did.
A Hint on why Ragz may be heavily disliked.
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Every time I see a purring Saiyans headcanon I am once again tempted to use purring for angst lol. Actual cats don’t only purr when they’re happy, sometimes they will purr to self soothe if they’re very stressed or injured or sick. It lends itself nicely to a fic where Vegeta tries to hide that he’s injured and gets outted by purring (or, for bonus angst, it is not interpreted correctly and it’s assumed that he’s happy, same as people don’t realize cats do it when in distress). Or just putting it in a sad and angsty moment, as involuntary self-expression of a need for comfort, almost as bad as crying. Like, I understand why the purring thing gets used for like every nonhuman species ever because it is cute, but it has hidden evil potential and I’m still not bold enough to write any actual angst yet so I’m putting the idea out there in the meantime lol
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i feel i should preface this with saying that this relationship analysis "takes place" before qcellbit's emotional exhaustion and motivation crash---
---but i have been having SUCH crazy thoughts abt the archivists (qcellbit n qphilza). guy who needs evidence of Everything 🤝 guy who takes pictures of and hoards Everything. two-cars-passing-each-other meme whenever cellbit (practically nocturnal at this point) makes a late-night run to the Ordo to grab some notes he left there and bumps into phil (trouble sleeping ever since the birdhouse incident) who's sitting in one of the evidence rooms organizing a new backpack of photos to hand over to cellbit.
"oh. hey phil." "hi mate."
their conversations and interactions center mostly around cellbit's investigations---the ones cellbit lets the public know about, anyway---and whatever new info phil managed to scoop up since the last time they saw each other. theories are exchanged, and photos are passed between them as easily as pleasantries. "how're you doing?" "oh, doin' alright, doin' alright. you?" "eh. busy, you know?"
they don't talk about much else.
see, they both understand secrets. intimately. things you did you would much rather leave behind you, if you can, or thoughts, worries, doubts you would much rather keep to yourself for fear of speaking them into existence. sealed lips; a tight lid. they look at each other and know they're only seeing what the other wants them to see, but that's okay. they get it. sometimes, it's just easier to focus on what is directly in front of you. what you can see, what you can touch; what you know is true, what you know is real.
what you can do.
so cellbit generates and bounces his theories off of phil, and phil is more than happy to be a sounding board. phil fills up a backpack with photographs, and cellbit is more than happy to take it off his hands. they focus on The Work, on the spiderweb of red string and loose ends and grainy pictures and scrawled notes pinned to the wall, madness-incarnate sprawled out before them. they trust each other's judgement, and they trust each other's skills, and they trust each other, and neither asks too many questions. they both appreciate it.
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speaking of great bleach mysteries, i often hear people wondering 'oh, did hitsugaya and matsumoto recognize isshin when they were in the World of the Living during the advance team arc?' and there was even a klub question about it, but what i want to know is, did anyone notice that Worst Ryouka and Savior of Soul Society Kurosaki Ichigo's one and only attack, Getsuga Tenshou, was also used by Captain Shiba Isshin, a guy who conveniently disappeared roughly 20 years ago?
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Ten twirls Rose around sometimes when he needs a quick escape.
It's a win-win for both of them, he thinks! Rose always seems to enjoy, even if it's usually sudden and out of nowhere, and Ten gets to make her smile and slip away before she can even figure out what's just happened.
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