#ive seen some talk about this floating around

[rassicas]

We are getting playable Cuttlefish in Splatoon 3.

i dont like saying im totally certain about predictions, but the evidence is so subtle, yet so very intentional in the exact way that the splatoon team would do if they were trying to hint at something. (under the cut because long post)

I’m sure some of you have seen PandaUniverse’s tweet introducing the cuttlefish evidence. first two images are from that tweet, putting it out there that i cant take credit for those.

exhibit A: train station gates

the splatoon team foreshadowed OE before release with a blocked off train station in inkopolis square....this seems even more obvious? no entry for squids, mysterious 2 finned squid thing can enter? exhibit B: weird hat

again, two finned squid thingy like in the ticket gates. i saw some ppl saying “its just a weird octopus” but like. why would the splatoon team purposely model an octopus hat super weirdly? also @sprousprou​ sent me a better image:

that is not an octopus lol After i saw the tweet, i remembered a thing that me and my friend dodo were scratching our heads at a few months ago while we were reconning all the s3 stages for details, because... Exhibit C: that’s a fucking cuttlefish

again, 2 fins. found in Mincemeat Metalworks, it’s in the same style as the Angry Squid and Angry Octopus graffiti that’s been seen before.

So how do I feel about this? well... not even a month ago i thought it would be weird to expect a new playable species, but the evidence feels so undeniable now. but i also mentioned in that ask, cuttlefish are pretty much the only species that would make sense with current lore. being ink-producing cephalopods in real life, unlike nautiluses or dumbo octopuses, i would expect cuttlefish to be ink-based shapeshifters like the inklings and octolings. and we have seen cuttlefish in splatoon’s canon before... albeit only once in the japan-only octo expansion artbook....and they look a lot like inklings. However i find it a bit... weird... that they’d be introduced like this with next to zero build up, unlike the playable octolings which were hinted at from the first game. i’m also deeply concerned about the idea of this truly becoming a pattern, like the splatoon team potentially introducing a new species in each DLC, leaning on "play as this New Guy” as the main selling point and not “play this cool story.” I also would prefer if they just expanded on customization for octolings and inklings and not added a new species. but i guess it’s splatoon 3, gotta have 3 species too. and ill take it any day over salmonlings also in the aforementioned ask, the only justification i could think of for a sudden introduction of cuttlefish would be that they happen to live super far away outside of inkadia/splatlands. combine that with the knowledge that the DLC is more than likely going to be a world tour of some kind...well, that’s probably gonna be the reason for their introduction: they just live far away. tl;dr im feeling 100% sure cuttlefish are coming to splatoon whether we like it or not

#i havent seen the nin10doland or whatever his name is's video #ive seen some talk about this floating around #making fun of how implausible playable cuttlefish is but like #the evidence is right there its gonna happen guys. #OK even if not in splatoon 3 like the post title lol #and if im wrong honestly great i dont think we need another species #cuttlefish

[spiderlandry]

Murder Party — ethan landry

Description: You’re the only one who knows where Ethan’s costume is from. You quickly realize you both have more in common than you originally thought.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

Warnings: ghostface ethan is implied, also some sinister energy coming from reader, alcohol consumption (not by reader), mentions of canon typical violence/mentions of murder

Word Count: 1.2k

Author’s note: thank u for the support ive been getting lately!! i appreciate all ur comments and likes and reblogs :] also has anyone else seen murder party? i feel like im the only one lol

At Chad’s request, you attended the one of the frat parties being held for the upcoming Halloween. It wasn’t unusual, you often got invited to parties because of your connection to some people in the football team, like Chad, who you’ve tutored a few times. However, you almost always never went to any of them—except this one.

You were willing to give it a chance. One, because it was almost Halloween and nobody deserved to be alone during that. And two, because Chad said, I have somebody I wanna set you up with.

Chad didn’t know you too well besides what you’ve talked about in the tutoring sessions, so you wondered what could’ve possibly made him think he had the ability to set you up. But you went anyway, out of morbid curiosity. What was the harm?

That’s what brought you to this moment, in the dimly lit kitchen of this random house, the smell of sweat and alcohol floating through the air as you raided the fridge for a soda. The red jumpsuit you wore was just a tad bit too tight and restricted your movement, and you held your scissors in one hand while you took a coke from the shelf.

Ethan wandered the unfamiliar hallways of the house until he found escape from the mass of moving bodies, ones dancing to the music and stumbling around like a bunch of newborn deer. That was how he ended up in the kitchen, leaning against a cabinet, thankful for some space. The kitchen was empty.

“There’s no guy with an axe after you, is there?”

He was wrong. His head snapped to the voice, a sweet sound almost music to his ears, and saw somebody sitting on the counter right at the corner. How could he not have seen you?

“I’m sorry, what?” He didn’t catch it the first time, frankly because he didn’t think anyone was there at all.

You laughed, an even sweeter sound that he must’ve missed out on all his life. “Your costume,” You sipped from a coke in your hand then nodded to his makeshift knight outfit. “It’s Christopher. From Murder Party.”

He looked down at himself, as if he didn’t know what he was wearing. But he met your eyes once more when he realized someone finally knew it. “Yeah!” Cringing at sounding too excited, he toned it down. “Yeah. It is. And no, there’s no guy with an axe after me.”

“No Bill?”

“God, no.” He shook his head, flashing you with a wide grin, unable to help himself. He walked closer toward you. “You know, you’re the only who knows my costume.”

“To be fair,” You smirked. “It is kind of niche. You a big fan of horror comedy?”

He nodded, “Grew up with them. You?”

You shook your head. “More of a fan of elevated horror.”

That was when he processed what you were wearing, and saw the large scissors on the spot beside you. “You’re a tethered. From Us, right?”

“Yep,” You pursed your lips into a thin smile. “Can’t really beat Jordan Peele.”

Something, like a shadow, passed over your face for a singular moment that was difficult to miss. But you recovered quickly and continued the conversation.

“You don’t seem like a party guy,” You commented, more of an observation.

“I’m not, no. Not at all.”

“Me neither. Hate drinking.”

“Why are you here, then?”

You rolled your eyes at the reminder. “Some guy on the football team said he wanted to set me up with somebody. Don’t know where he is.”

“How do you know he didn’t just invite you here for himself?” Ethan got more confident as time went on, maybe it was the shots Chad had him take.

“He doesn’t seem like that guy.”

“How do you know he is who he says he is?”

By then, Ethan had gotten a little bit closer since the music was turned up. You didn’t mind the proximity though, and it seemed that he liked it.

“I don’t,” Your eyes narrowed. “But I’m a pretty good judge of character.”

He raised his brows. “Are you?”

It dawned on you that you never asked for his name. “What’s your name?”

“Ethan,” he breathed shallowly, seeing that you were only a few inches away from him. “You?”

“Y/N.” You held out your free hand, “Nice to meet you.”

Despite his sweaty hands, he took it.

A booming voice interrupted your slowly inching faces, to both of your disappointment.

“There you are!” You saw Chad at the end of the hall, then he did a double take. “And you! You guys know each other?” He was definitely a little drunk, from the slurring of his words.

“N—no, we don’t. We just met.” Ethan replied. Was he supposed to know you?

Chad strutted closer and gestured to you with a solo cup in his hand. “So, thoughts?”

You were taken aback. “Thoughts on what?” There was no way he was asking what you thought he was asking.

“On Ethan!” He shouted over the music. “He’s the one I wanted you to meet.”

He was. You sighed, biting your lip. You looked at Ethan, who was gaping and clueless right next to you.

Before you could say anything, a woman in an orange jack o’lantern top tapped Chad on the shoulder. “Hey, big guy.” He turned around. “You’re needed.”

Chad left on fast feet, leaving you and Ethan.

“For the record,” you tilted your head, leaning closer to him again. “I was gonna say I liked talking to you. I don’t know you that well yet, but I think we’d get along.”

He was relieved upon hearing that, to say the least. “I—I liked talking to you, too.”

You took out your phone from your back pocket, unlocking it, and pushing it in his direction. It was a few seconds until he understood, mainly because nobody had ever done that to him before.

“You want my number?” He needed to clarify that.

“Why else would I give you my phone?”

Ethan laughed. He may be nervous, but not once has he felt embarrassed in your presence. There was no one in the world who could do that to him, besides you.

He put his contact as ‘Ethan :)’ and saved it, closing the phone. As he handed it back to you, it lit up and something caught his eye in that millisecond that he saw your lockscreen. It was you with someone else.

“Who’s that?” He asked out of curiosity. Why did the woman in your lockscreen look familiar?

“Oh,” you sighed. “That’s Amber. She’s my best friend.” You didn’t feel like going into it right now, but by Ethan’s name and matching the description in your head, you had a feeling he was the one you were looking for. Richie’s family that Amber told you about who were just as crazy as him.

It dawned on Ethan. But there was a commotion by the stairs that caught both your ears—one of them sounded like Chad’s voice.

You checked it out, standing right next to Ethan when you finally saw the woman you’d been waiting for—the sole reason you offered to tutor Chad.

Tara Carpenter, the one who killed your best friend.

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Additional A/N: i didnt know where this was going when i began writing so it ended up here…for some reason. originally it was non-gf ethan and reader meet cute but i thought i’d switch it up. the backstory here is that amber and y/n are childhood friends and went to different schools, hence why core four doesnt know them. kind of a plot hole but! its whatever. idk. i also wrote in past tense bc it just felt right

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #scream 6 x reader #scream x reader #scream #scream 6 #scream vi

[tzyuki]

[ 김규빈 ] ONE & ONLY ꒰ K.GV x F!READER

032. banana team

IN WHICH ✶ — Rumors about Y/n pursuing a Zerobaseone member backstage at music bank start floating around the media after she and ZB1 member, Kim Gyuvin are seen talking behind in one of the episodes of ‘Eunchaes Star Diary’. Some netizens believe it and some don’t, some hated her for touching his shoulder and some didn’t care. Y/n went live to debunk the rumors, saying she wasn’t interested in a relationship at the time. The thing was, the rumors were true. She secretly was pursing Kim Gyuvin, or at least she wanted to. Ever since she first saw him backstage at M Countdown when ‘Love Killa’ team got to perform she was starstruck. She saw him at the vending machine and wished him luck in ‘Boys Planet’. She actually never had watched an episode of the survival show at all, she said it would be too painful for her, but that was the night she started to watch and most importantly, vote for Kim Gyuvin.

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jayjay note : btw tzyuki nation 😭😭 i moved blogs to @yizmiu 💔 i was gonna make an announcement after this gyuvin smau was over but seeing that my moots and activity on this account is dead i’ll js say it here that after this is over i’ll officially stop posting on this account💔💔 ive also decided to drop the ej alias (rip emo jay) but i just want to start fresh and just go by my usual nickname (jayjay , jay) 😝

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[spacelazarwolf]

if you want to answer (and i totally understand if you dont), who do you think bombed the hospital in gaza? ive seen a lot of different people talking about it and blaming different people & organizations and you seem like you know a lot aboit i/p

IMPORTANT TO NOTE: i am not a news source. i am some guy with access to the internet. please follow the links in this post, as well as doing your own research. please do not use social media posts exclusively as your source of news, and please continuously read and compare several different accredited news sources. keep on top of new sources and evidence that are being put out to ensure that you have the most up-to-date information.

it's not really about who i think did it. i feel like that centers me in a thing that is very much not about me. but i'll give it my best shot.

we still do not have confirmation of how many were killed or who is at fault for the bombing. there are a lot of numbers and opinions floating around online, but as of 4pm on october 19th there has not been a consensus on either of these things from any accredited organizations.

that being said, here are the statements that have been put out as of the time i'm responding to this:

statements about death toll:

the gaza health ministry estimates between 200 and 471 dead

the director of al-shifa hospital where people were brought from al-ahli estimates 250 dead

an assessment from the us director of national intelligence estimates between 100 and 300

an analyst with the center for naval analysis, after viewing photos and video, said the death toll was closer to 50

statements about fault:

(taking these directly from the article)

J Andres Gannon, an assistant professor at Vanderbilt University, in the US, says the ground explosions appeared to be small, meaning that the heat generated from the impact may have been caused by leftover rocket fuel rather than an explosion from a warhead. Justin Bronk, senior research fellow at the UK-based Royal United Services Institute, agrees. While it is difficult to be sure at such an early stage, he says, the evidence looks like the explosion was caused by a failed rocket section hitting the car park and causing a fuel and propellant fire. Mr Gannon says it is not possible to determine whether the projectile struck its intended target from the footage he has seen. He adds that the flashes in the sky likely indicate the projectile was a rocket with an engine that overheated and stopped working. Valeria Scuto, lead Middle East analyst at Sibylline, a risk assessment company, notes that Israel has the capacity to carry out other forms of air strike by drone, where they might use Hellfire missiles. These missiles generate a significant amount of heat but would not necessarily leave a large crater. But she says uncorroborated footage shows a pattern of fires at the hospital site that was not consistent with this explanation.

Visual evidence from the blast site The BBC was able to match details of buildings and the layout of the Al-Ahli hospital site with publicly available satellite imagery, to establish the hospital was the scene of the blast. Based on available evidence, it appears the explosion happened in a courtyard which is part of the hospital site. Images of the ground after the blast do not show significant damage to surrounding hospital buildings. What the images do show are scorch marks and burnt-out cars.

where the explosive came from

so far, israel, hamas, and palestinian islamic jihad have all denied responsibility

channel 4 news reported that palestinian islamic jihad had uncovered a warhead but they have not produced it

in a since-deleted tweet, hananya naftali, a social media advisor for netanyahu, claimed that it was an israeli airstrike that hit the hospital. he followed up by stating that he had shared incorrect information based on a reuters headline that refered to an israeli airstrike

tentative conclusion based on sources:

what i gather from what i've read is that the blast was likely caused by a misfired rocket originating somewhere in gaza, and the blast was exacerbated by the fuel in the rocket. BUT, as i stated before, new information is always being put out. there could be evidence released tomorrow that it was an israeli air strike. there has been no conclusive evidence yet.

and perhaps the most important section:

what you can actually do to help

if you are in the us, call your representatives and urge them to support the resolution for a ceasefire

check out this list of verified aid groups (if there is not a ceasefire as soon as possible, it won't matter what aid is sent to them and if they cannot get the supplies into gaza, so refer back to the first bulletpoint)

send a donation to your local synagogue(s) and mosque(s) to help them offset the rising costs of security

take a moment to be a human. don't think about the numbers. don't think about the politics. think about the human beings who lost their lives, and the people who are mourning them. the mothers who will never see their children again, the children who will grow up without parents. what did they have for breakfast? what was their favorite song? when was their birthday? were they afraid? were they in pain? what can we do to ensure this does not happen again?

#ask avishai #i/p

[ecstasyhighway]

YOU & I | an ellie williams fanfic series

this is a fic that will be posted and mostly updated on wattpad @ecstasyhighway this ff is heavily based off of you the netflix show and inspired by a ff on here which i cannot remember who wrote it but if yk lmk so i can give proper credit.

there is not smut in this little part here but its a filthy ah fic that will become darker as it goes on.

MEN DNI - 16+ i fear (im 17 so if u feel uncomfortable reading from a minor who will be 18 at the end of the year then u dont have to read this i really dgaf.)

ch 1 ch 2

silly story and more ff info under the cut

Ellie had seen you walking around the music store she worked at... her attention automatically shifted from the customer in front of her to you. Your hair, your curves, your eyes. Everything about you was just...

"hello? did you hear me?" the woman raised her voice slightly to get her attention,

Ellie snapped out of her thoughts and focused on the clearly irritated woman in front of her.

"yea my bad, what was that..?"

The lady rolled her eyes and started asking questions about guitar lessons for her son or daughter or some shit, she wasnt really paying attention to the nonsense floating from her mouth.

"yeah, im not the one you go to about that, uhhh my buddy Jesse is in the back, he can help you"

"thanks" and with that, she headed towards the back, muttering words under her breath.

Ellie's attention quickly turned back towards you. She examines you closely. Watching you grab a vinyl from the shelf, Call Me If You Get Lost, is what you had grabbed. Ellie wants to walk over to you, and talk to you but shes scared. What if she says the wrong thing? What if she freaks you out? What if you think shes a weirdo.. She turns away to stop looking at you, her cheeks are red and shes shaking, she is just so nervous and she's not even planning on talking to you... She puts her face in her hands and begins to calm herself down.

"Hi! hello"

A voice chimes from behind her, she turns around and a lump forms in her throat.

Its... you.

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YOU & I | ellie williams.

this is a DARK fanfic. Based heavily off of the show you on netflix and inspired by a fanfic I saw on tumblr. This story has adult themes, sexual themes, stalking, thoughts of killing (no actual killing just thoughts), themes of hate, ellie has slight mental issues (obv shes stalking) age gaps (only 3 years and they're adults). idgaf how old u are this is dark and you have been warned, i am not responsible for any type of reaction you may have to this as ive given you a warning. I will give warnings at the beginning of chapters that might be too dark. again you have been warned.

important - ellie might be a tad ooc, shy!ellie, switch!ellie if you squint. this is a lesbian ff.

MEN DNI I WILL FIND YOU.

reader is afab and 20

ellie is 23

modern au

jessie, dina, joel, tommy, maria, most of the main tlou cast is in this (not everyone will be mentioned or even really have a place in the story, just know they are present)

based in New York (obv)

i am not a professional writer, im simply a girl who writes shit when shes bored, do not expect me to have an upload schedule. I get drained v fast and i want to enjoy writing, its not a job with deadlines. so with that my grammar might be bad, spelling might be ass and if there is any math it will probably be wrong, it might be written in third, or first person i be fuckin up with that but yall will be fine.

YOU & I | ellie williams.

story created and written by @ecstasyhighway

tlou and the characters belongs to Neil Druckmann and Naughty Dog

the story of "YOU" belongs to Netflix

Story was ib by a ff i saw breifly but i don't remember who wrote it so, if yk pls lmk so i can give proper credit

THIS IS FICTION. DO NOT DO THIS SHIT IRL BRUH ITS ACTUALLY WEIRD ASF. AGAIN THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. thank yew

uhhhh yeah enjoy ig and i do appreciate any supportive criticism as i am not a professional writer and shit could just be wrong.

also im new to tumblr fanfic writing so yeah 😭.

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut #ellie x you #fanfic #ellie is so hot #i need her so fucking bad #lesbian #ellie williams smut #ellie williams series #new to tumblr

[sunarc]

HQ boys as Love Songs

a/n: Uhhhhhh hi so I made this and I wanted to include some of my favorite artist. I thought why not do one of theses with artist other than most of ones ive seen. If you haven’t heard some of these songs and artist nows a chance to enjoy some new music. Please enjoy the music links I’ve made for you and let me know if you want more

Bokuto Yebba’s Heartbreak by Drake/Yebba

“And all the times you wasn't chosen, well, I'll make it up to you

All of the feelings you're not showing

When your river's overflowing, mmm”

Bokuto falls in love with you the moment he meets you. He knows people talk about how love at first sight isn’t real but all he can think about when he sees you is how he wants to have you in his life forever.Bokuto knows you can handle things on your own but he wants to shelter you through any storm that comes. You have his heart and if there's ever a time when you feel overwhelmed or that everything is just too much Bokuto will always be there to wipe away every tear that may drop. He loves you too deeply to ever watch you fall. 

Kita Picture Perfect by Jhene Aiko

“Too perfect of a thing

Too a perfect, you're a dream

Too good to touch

Too good, too much

Much too perfect to be reality”

Loving you feels like a dream, it’s so calm and blissful and Kita can’t help but to catch himself randomly smiling at the thought of you. You have him under a spell. He finds himself daydreaming of you any moment he gets. Getting to see your smile makes Kita’s heart skip a beat. In any reality or dimension Kita knows he’d fall in love with you each and every time. The words fall past his lips so easily. He’s like a kid who has found an endless supply of candy. He feels himself blushing and getting shy at the mere thought of you. You are the soft melodic feeling that Kita has been waiting for and he never wants to lose the feeling

Suna Frozen by Sabrina Claudio

“Cover the window and come uncover me

Let's forget the world even exists

Cause nothing compares to this”

Suna feels like his heart might jump out of his chest. He’s never felt like this over someone. The way your skin feels against his and the way your breathing has calmed he can tell you are asleep. He refuses to move for the fear that he may disturb you. You look so beautiful like this. The world seems to fade away and all that's left is you. There’s your tank top that keeps falling off your shoulder. There’s the blanket that covers the two of you. There you snoring ever so softly but it's the cutest thing Suna has ever seen. And there’s him. There’s Suna laying with you holding your head against his chest and wondering what he did to deserve you. Suna isn’t sure and he’s not sure if he’ll ever know. All he can think right now is how he never wants this moment to end.

Ushijima Everything by Kehlani

“Love the way you teach me

Love the way you listen

You know all my details

You so damn attentive”

Ushijima feels so shy around you. His tall and strict demeanor crumbles whenever you’re around. You know so much about him and he is the same. He can’t help but pay such close attention to you. From your favorite color to your favorite book he knows all of it. He likes to keep track of all these things so that he can gift you with your favorite things to show you his love. He’s not great with his words but he is a giver. He’s so good at listening to you. He pays attention and is thoughtful. He’s a man of very little words but his actions speak a thousand words within themself.

Sakusa Find someone like you by Snoh  Aalegra

“Nothing's ever perfect but you're perfect to me (uh huh)

And fuck bein' asleep, you're a dream, I need you

Though we got a past, I want you, yeah

And even when it's bad, I love you”      

Sakusa knows he can be a bit difficult to be with. He knows he’s a lot to handle yet somehow you love him through it all. He’s never loved someone so deeply. With  you everything feels different. He feel like he’s floating on cloud nine with you around. You’re so sweet and gentle with him and Sakusa can imagine living in a world without you. You’re so perfect to him. He has spent his entire life desiring the feeling of needing something and he’s finally found that in you. Sakusa needs you more than anything in this world. He feels so at peace around you. He can’t believe he’s found someone like you. He can only dream that you feel the same way as him.

#bokuto x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader #ushijima x reader #sakusa x reader #bokuto fluff #kita fluff #suna fluff #ushijima fluff #sakusa fluff #Bokuto Koutarou #kita shinsuke #Suna Rintarou #Ushijima Wakatoshi #sakusa kiyoomi

[janinemel]

A Gift

author’s note: hi, sorry for not being active. ive been dealing with life but im in a stable place now. please feel free to send in requests to keep me writing!

Pairings: Egon Spengler x reader

Warning(s): a bit out of character, i haven’t been active much in the fandom.

Not proofread

Every year was the same, you spend Christmas alone and spend New Years alone. You were okay with that, until you met Egon Spengler. A local Ghostbuster, you met him during one of his busts because you had called them for help. Your apartment was being weird and you put up with it but when you began to see floating people standing by the end of your bed? You immediately called them up and asked them to come help you.

After they arrived and dealt with the problem, a certain Ghostbuster recognized your collection of books that were filled with ecosystems. He asked about it and you told him that you had a hobby of reading about ecosystems. Eventually, you both began to talk about it while the rest cleaned up the place and haven’t noticed how much time went by until ‘Peter’ interrupted you two. When you were given a quota of the payment for their services. you were surprised to see that it was cheap and you decided to give the payment up front.

The night ended with Egon dragging Peter away who was protested about the quota you were given and Ray apologizing before shutting the door. After that, you were intrigued with the Ghostbuster named Egon and hoped you would see him again. Christmas was coming up, you didn’t really have friends to spend time with so you just decorated your apartment while watching old Christmas movies. Maybe, because of how alone you’ve spent most of your life, you felt alone for the first time after meeting Egon.

Was it a bad thing? You’d like to think it wasn’t, after all, you didn’t know anything about him except his name and that he collected spores and fungus. It was nice talking to someone, especially about stuff you enjoyed and now, you just yearned for company.

Out of curiosity and desperation, you took out your embroidery supplies and began to embroider a handkerchief. You were thinking about making him a customized handkerchief with his initial and some fungi on it. If he asks why you made him this, you’d tell him that the holidays was coming up and you wanted to give him something in return for giving you a deal on their services.

After a few days, you finally built the courage to go see him and give him the handkerchief. You baked cookies just in case he thought it was weird that you brought him something and not for everyone else. You put effort into your appearance, telling yourself that it wasn’t weird and it was okay. (Was it?). After a nice walk, you found that the Ghostbusters headquarters wasn’t far from your apartment and just a little walk away. Your nerves began to act up, you felt yourself shake a bit and you unknowingly chewed on your bottom lip as you got closer.

Standing outside, you cleared your throat and prepared yourself. Part of you wanted to walk back to your apartment but the other part of you wanted to go in. You didn’t know how this was going to turn out and that scared you. What if Egon thinks this is weird and turns you away? Pushing yourself, you opened the door and peeked inside. It was very large inside, a car, equipment, tables, etc. It looked cool, you’ve never seen anything like this.

“Hello?” You called out, walking inside and looked around.

You noticed a woman sitting at a desk, she was flipping through a magazine and chewed on gum. You studied her for a bit, her hair was red and she wore a comfortable outfit. You liked it, you wanted to ask where she got her cardigan from. “Uh, hello?” You held the container of baked goods a bit too tightly for your liking, you never had an issue with speaking to strangers. The woman looked up and put down her magazine,”I am sorry, I didn’t hear you. How may I help you?” She asked. Her accent was heavy, it was nice to listen to.

“Oh, umh, I’m looking for the Ghostbusters? I would like to speak with them if that’s okay?” You asked. The woman nodded with a little smile,”Of course, just give me a second. Wait here, please.” She stood up and made her way around the desk. She walked upstairs, you heard faints voices and footsteps. You began to feel more nervous, was this weird? Maybe, you should run off and never come back.

Before you had a chance to make a final decision, you heard them coming down the stairs and you felt yourself stiffen. Here’s now or never. You felt your face warm up a bit when you seen Egon, he wore a lab coat and a suit. He looked so handsome in his attire and you felt yourself stare a little too long. “Thank you for waiting, here they are,” The woman says with a gentle smile before returning to her desk.“Oh, it’s Egon’s lover.” Peter teased, earning a little shove from Egon. You chuckled a bit at that, you shook your head and cleared your throat. “My name is [your name], if you had forgotten. Uh, I just wanted to come by and thank you personally for helping me.”

You showed them the container of baked goods, Ray took it and looked inside. He gasped,”Oh, you’re such an angel! They look and smell wonderful!” He complimented, you smiled at him and nodded your head. “Thank you, I am glad to hear that.” You fidgeted with the end of your scarf. Peter looked at you and back at Egon. He rose an eyebrow and nudged Ray’s arm. Ray stopped eating to ask him what, Peter motioned his head to you. After realizing, Ray nodded and closed the lid to the container.

“Thank you once again, Peter and I have something to do! Egon, show our guest to the door!” Ray and Peter rushed upstairs without another word.

Egon gave a weird look up at them as they ran up the stairs and looked at you. The two of you walked towards the door but you stopped and turned to him. You gave him a little nervous smile,”I…Uh, I wanted to give you something, if that’s okay with you?” You asked in such a nervous voice. Egon nodded and walked closer to you. You reached into your pocket and took out a neatly folded handkerchief. You extended your hands to him, Egon gently took it and looked at it.

He examined it and found that his initial and some mushrooms were embroidered on it. He never had anyone make him anything like this and he wasn’t sure how to thank you. You gave him a little smile and Egon felt something. “You told me you have a collection of spores and fungus so…I thought adding that would be nice…Do you like it?” You asked. Egon nodded and folded it up,”Yes, I like it very much. Thank you,” He said, rather too quickly which you noticed.

You felt yourself chuckle at that and fixed your scarf. “Well, I should be going. It..It was nice talking to you again.” You said. Egon tucked the handkerchief into his square pocket of his suit and he nodded, stepping away. You gave him a smile before opening the door to leave until you both heard Peter.

“Just ask each other out already!” He yelled.

You gave Egon an embarrassed look and grabbed the collar of your scarf. Egon straightened his tie a bit and walked closer to you. “Let’s talk outside without being disturbed.” He muttered, opening the door a bit more for the two of you. You two stepped outside and you gave a nervous laugh,”Peter doesn’t have a sense of boundaries, doesn’t he?” You said.

Egon pushed up his glasses,”Unfortunately but that is one of his qualities as he says.” You laughed a bit at that and fixed your jacket as you felt the wind. “He’s right, I’ve been wanting to talk to you again.” He said which made you happy, he was thinking of you? You smiled at him, you really hoped this worked out because you really enjoy his company.

“Assuming, you’d like to. Would you like to go out on a date?” Egon said, quickly and you noticed it again.

You laughed a bit, covering your mouth and he felt a bit embarrassed, was that a no? You nodded your head,”Yes, Egon. I would love to.” You say, reaching over and fixing the handkerchief so that a little mushroom was peeking over his pocket. Egon smiled a bit? He cleared his facial expression before clearing his throat,”I will pick you on tomorrow at 8, if that’s a reasonable time?” He asked. You nodded and began to walk down the steps.

“I look forward to it,” You say, turning to him.

Egon smiled slightly, you smiled because he looked so handsome with a smile and you turned away to walk home. Egon watched you leave, fidgeting with his handkerchief and smiled upon remembering that you made it for him. A gift, from someone he found interesting and hoping would be more than that.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters fic #x reader #ghostbusters imagine #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler

[jackienautism]

The fact if Nick was a yt girl and Emma was a guy y’all would lose your minds at the truth or dare scene, hate Emma and sympathize with Nick

(Not saying you have to like Nick it’s fine if you don’t) but the whole logic of “he could have gotten out of the situation but he didn’t” is kind of gross and giving victim blaming vibes??

Emma was there to see him express he was uncomfortable with kissing her but she still initiated it. He probably got awkward and too nervous to stop her. He’s also characterized as someone who “falls in line with others around him” so he most likely lacked the confidence to tell her to stop. Even shot of his face after Emma pulls away, he looks nervous and upset rather than pleased with the kiss.

And your whole logic of “he wants tits and ass” is so inaccurate it’s not even funny lol. He told Jacob to “don’t be gross” when Jacob implied something sexual between Nick and Abi. And the whole pool scene where Nick was saying weird stuff? Him saying “you smell so good” and “I want to taste you” means he LITERALLY wants to taste her. He’s a WEREWOLF. Not defending him in that scene and Abi had the right to be freaked out but I’m saying it’s not sexual. Even Evan Evagora, Nick’s actor, confirmed that he acted the way he did due to the infection and it’s not truly him (there are screenshots of an Instagram story he said that in that are floating around on tumble) so I have no idea where you got the idea that he wanted sex from Abi

what thje FUCK ar eyou even saying right now? ppl fucking HATE EMMA OVER THE TRUTH OR DARE SCENE???????? PPL BARELY SYMPATHIZE W/ HER??????????????? thats just in fucking accurate my guy. NO ONE EVER BRINGS UP NICK'S INVOLVEMENT THATS ALL IM FUCKING SAYING LMAO. PPL ALREADY HATE EMMA OVER IT LIKE I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOURE TALKING ABOUT

victim blaming for WHAT? please TELL ME.

then why the hell was he there w/ his tongue down emma's throat?????? he didnt have to go all in and yet he did! and also, my friend, his arms / hands were wide fucking open ready for emma? and he also leaned in just as much as her????? ALL IM GODDAMN SAYING IS IT ANNOYS ME THAT PPL ALWAYS BLAME EMMA FOR WHAT HAPPENED. WHEN NICK WAS JUST AS INVOLVED. I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK HAPPENED. and i took the shot of his face being nervous or fucking whatever due to jacob literally screaming at them to stopl. and the fucking fact that he just kissed his "crush's" best fucking friend.

mauybe im wrong w/ that, i dont rly fucking care though. i dont care. i jsut took the infected nick as exposing hsi innermost desires. similar to what we've seen w/ the other characters, it makes them super vulnerable and whatever. and i just took some fo what infected nick was saying as him exposing himself! "easy pickins, right off the bone" yeah maybe that was just him being hungry bc hes a werewolf or whatevr but i took it that he was just going after abi bc shes an "easy" target. i dont rly care what the actor has to say sorry. i moreso care abt the writers but like sure i get it. since i like ace laura and ryan and i know both justice and siobhan talked abt it and i take their word for it. i hahd a better explanation as to why i thought nick wanted tits and ass butits been awhile since ive played and i forgot most of my thought process. anyway im gonna go kill myself now i guess.

#im so fucking mad

[fancy-fangs]

William Wisp and falling

Ive been egged on ( @birdsflypiecemeal @ambrose-d ) so here we are. I wrote 1000 and something words on William and the concept of falling and falling as a theme and symbol of his character.

I have not fully finished season 2 yet, so if there is another big moment i might add that in the future, for now this is about everything up until S2 Ep35 so obviously spoilers for that. Also just a general need to have seen that because i do not give enough context to just go in without any knowledge.

Anyways here goes.

All of this starts even way before the actual first episode of the show. Because the first time William Wisp falls he’s like 16 and he’s in Deadwood and he’s alone in the forest. He falls – and dies.

And he thinks it’s the end but really it’s the beginning of the William wisp we all know, and that he knows himself to be as well. He falls and he dies but it’s the beginning of all of this. The first piece of the puzzle laying down for him and his future.

Now the second time he falls is already difficult to place. Probably still at some point even before the show, or sometime during season one. Its so unspoken that we can’t even really tell when it happens.

At some point William Wisp falls for his best friend. Its not as fast, he doesn’t slip and suddenly ends up on the forest ground, his face covered in dirt. It happens slowly during movie nights and homework and fighting petty crime.

And it’s a different kind of fall but the adrenaline is the same.

The third time he “jumps” himself. He’s dead, actually dead this time – he can’t feel, his body is actually translucent and he went completely ghost. And he thinks this is it but his brother seems to be an actual piece of shit so he floats out the window and tries to call him. The call is so much shorter than the way down – not that he would’ve expected anything else – and suddenly he hears Vyncent screaming from above him, falling towards him.

And somehow this makes him come back, his body comes back and he starts falling again himself but God at least falling means he’s alive – at least falling means he’s done floating through existence. He makes a trampoline and it catches him and Vyncent and they hug each other – they can finally hug each other again. He’s corporeal again, he can feel things, he can finally feel the warmth of Vyncents arms around him again and he finally feels alive again.

This scene in particular is so big for William and could not be any more symbolic of they tried to. (The fact that this all sort of happened unscripted is insane)

Because William falls and it’s the one thing that killed him but he falls and it means he’s alive again; he falls and he feels the wind and gravity and the anxiety in his stomach and HE FEELS. This entire scene mirrors his original death entirely. But this time he falls with one of his best friend and he catches them.

There is no dirty forest ground, there’s no asphalt, there’s a springy trampoline made out of wisps and his crush in his arms and this time he’s not dead but he’s so alive.

The next time is worse again. The next time he falls he’s in his brothers company – again – and he watches him perform surgery on a friend of his and he chases the others down, injecting them with a serum, and giving one of them a personal nightmare that cannot make William come out a hero. He knows it doesn’t.

He's scared these people but God even he is deathly afraid of what he did to them. Afraid of what he could do to others if he isn’t stopped. Afraid of the look of Vyncents face when he sees him again. Afraid of Dakota’s reaction when he finds out.

And he meets them again and he tells Dakota and they just hug him, they’re worried and they tell him they’ll be there for him.

In the episode dakota tells him that he’s falling and he can tell but he won’t let him fall alone. That he will help him and be there for him.

Then William leaves and finds himself an alley, and he holds a knife to his chest. He talks about how his friends think he’s still falling but he’s way beyond that already; he says he’s landed already and all he’s doing is causing harm. (A lot more happens here but that’s not important for this analysis)

William wisp falls, and he does it a lot . Every big moment of his character and his arc is somehow connected to a fall in some way and it makes so much sense.

Because all of these things are always things that happen to him; accidents that he would go back on if he could. And what is tripping and falling if not a something involuntary you’d like to go back on.

None of these things are things William does on purpose (which is especially important on the last example), but they’re also things that change him as a person permanently. All of these moments do something to him and change his view of himself and the world so drastically, that even if he would want to go back on them he couldn’t.

He is so intrinsically plagued by falling and fucking up and making mistakes, it’s become a theme of his character.

In media especially falling has a lot of meanings, most of them either coming back to  failure, defeat and death, or letting go and new beginnings.

Both of these things are found in Williams falling, but the most important one are the new beginnings. Like I said all of those falls change him so deeply as a person, they show an entire new chapter of his life.

What falling really is about though, is a loss of control, it’s vulnerability and the fear of letting go.

William as a character has this fear of the unknown, this need to understand what is happening around him at all times. He’s an investigator plagued with anxiety.

Still, life keeps forcing him to fall, to let go, to just accept whatever happens next. Falling is a symbol to keep pushing forward even through fear.

Its about letting go of always having control of the situation and himself, about embracing change and accepting it, about being vulnerable. And yes sometimes this is bad and has negative consequences, but sometimes its not.

Either way it’s a lesson William keeps needing to learn. And he’s getting better at it he is, but it’s so deeply carved into his character that it’s hard to get these fears out.

Its Scary and vulnerable and a loss of control, but it’s also liberating and new.

William falls and it makes him a ghost, it makes him in love with his best friend, it makes him a human again and then it makes him a monster.

#jrwi #jrwi pd #just roll with it #just roll with it prime defenders #prime defenders #william wisp #jrwi show #jrwi podcast #jrwi william

[fandomsnstuff]

I got a booster shot yesterday so ive been exhausted all day, so we're back to 700 word ficlets for @taznovembercelebration

Day 11: seven/gone

Taako gets into a little pickle, but it's nothing he can't handle. He'll be back on the ship in no time

Read it on AO3

Every time Taako thinks he's seen everything, something else always has to happen.

They're a couple dozen cycles into their own personal purgatory, and he and Magnus are out scouting. Magnus is up ahead, clearing a path through the brush, when Taako's foot catched on a root and he falls forward. He throws his hands out to catch himself, but instead of landing on the squishy moss floor of the wilderness, he hits stone. He looks around and finds himself in some sort of subterranean cave system, with no indication of how he ended up here.

It's a gruelling two days as he hikes through, hoping for an opening somewhere. He has rations, fortunately, and there doesn't seem to be any sort of life down there aside from some bioluminescent moss that he's careful to stay away from. Eventually he sees daylight, and emerges back to the surface. There's a deep slash cut into a tree a short distance ahead of him that he recognises from their scouting, when Magnus got startled by a bird and swung wildly. It's what prompted Taako to trail behind him.

With his bearings, he heads back to the clearing the ship was in. He reaches it just as the sun's beginning to set.

It's empty.

The ship's gone. There isn't so much as an indent in the grass from where it was.

He fishes in his bag for his communicator. It didn't work down in the cave, but it hopefully should now. He fiddles with the dial until the frequency picks up another one of their comms.

“Hellooooo,” he sing-songs, “Taako to Starblaster, where the fuck did you go?”

The connection crackles, silence on the other end. Then, “Taako?”

Lup's voice is meek, which is very unlike her. “The one and only, Lulu. I thought we were gonna hang out in the forest for at least a week. Where'd you go? Am I in the wrong clearing?”

“You-” her voice catches, and she sobs, “you're alive?”

“Why wouldn't I be? I thought we all learned after the hide and seek incident not to jump to conclusions after a few days.”

“A few- Koko, it's been seven months.” Her voice still shakes some as she talks, and he can picture the tear tracks running down her cheeks, but she's not actively crying anymore, “Magnus came back and said you vanished. He had no idea what happened or where you went. We waited for almost two weeks before we moved on. I- we all thought you were gone.”

“I'm sorry, I'm still processing seven months?! It's only been two days!”

“No, Taako. It's been longer. The cycle's almost up.” There's some shuffling on the other end. “Where are you? I'll go tell Davenport right now and we'll come get you.”

“I'm where we fucking started, Lup!” He doesn't need to raise his voice at her, but he can't comprehend that she's had to go through all this time thinking he's dead, when he was just underground. Apparently in time fuckey caves.

He can hear Lup running on the other end of the comm. “Dav! Dav!” She's a little breathless, “Taako's alive.”

He sighs. “Lup-”

“Hey Cap'nport.”

There's a long silence.

“Taako?”

“Would you be a dear and come get your favourite arcanist-slash-chef? I'm way back at Go, and I certainly did not collect two hundred dollars.”

“Holy shit. Yeah! Shit. Fuck. We're on our way, just sit tight.”

It takes them about a day to get back to him. When the ship descends back into the clearing, Lup doesn't even bother to use the door. She hops over the railing around the main deck and floats down. She hits the ground running and tackles him in a tight hug. “Asshole,” she mutters, “making me think you're dead for months.”

“I was involuntarily teleported.”

Lup laughs and pulls back, taking in his face. “You're filthy,” she licks her thumb and starts rubbing at his cheek.

“Gah!” He tries to bend back away from her. “Cut it out!”

She takes his hand and brings him onto the ship where the rest of the crew express similar sentiments about being happy he isn't dead. Especially Magnus, who, when he turned around and couldn't find a trace of him, assumed he had gotten eaten by a beast or something.

“Nope,” Taako says, “just got consumed by the Earth.”

“Also,” Magnus looks deeply guilty, “we ate all your cookies.”

“The caramel ones?!” Magnus nods. “Fuck!”

#taz fic #taako #lup #taz #taaco twins

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

There’s something weird I never noticed before. So in ASOS, Stannis tells Davos that he saw the upcoming battle against the Others in one of Melisandre’s fires.

The ashes were white, rising in the updraft, yet all at once it seemed as if they were falling. Snow, I thought. Then the sparks in the air seemed to circle, to become a ring of torches, and I was looking through the fire down on some high hill in a forest. The cinders had become men in black behind the torches, and there were shapes moving through the snow. For all the heat of the fire, I felt a cold so terrible I shivered, and when I did the sight was gone, the fire but a fire once again. But what I saw was real, I’d stake my kingdom on it.

- Davos IV, ASOS

The “men in black behind torches” seems to suggest Night’s Watchment who are in the process of confronting the Others (“shapes moving through the snow”). I think it’s quite interesting that there is a sort of Azor Ahai imagery with these men, as they hold burning torches.

But then as I was reading this passage, I was suddenly reminded of one of Patchface’s jingles.

“Under the sea, it snows up,” said the fool, “and the rain is dry as bone. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.”

- Prologue, ACOK

And I got to thinking, it seems that Patchface and Stannis are seeing the same thing (snow “falling” upward). Stannis also sees snow falling downwards, which kind of evokes a cycle. We don’t really know exactly what Patchface saw since the entire section contains several broken up and vague “prophecies”.

But regarding what we do know, my initial assumption was that Patchface’s jingle was essentially about death and the rising of wights. But then I also considered that he could also be referring to Jon Snow who seemingly dies at the end of ADWD and might be resurrected in TWOW.

They found Her Grace sewing by the fire, whilst her fool danced about to music only he could hear, the cowbells on his antlers clanging. “The crow, the crow,” Patchface cried when he saw Jon. “Under the sea the crows are white as snow, I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.” Princess Shireen was curled up in a window seat, her hood drawn up to hide the worst of the greyscale that had disfigured her face.

- Jon XI, ADWD

P.S: Coincidentally, Jon would (more generally) be among the men in black presented in Stannis’ vision since he is a member of the Night’s Watch; these men are also referred to as crows.

And speaking of Jon, we know that Melisandre has received visions of Jon’s death and possible rebirth.

The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadow half-seen behind a fluttering curtain. Now he was a man, now a wolf, now a man again. But the skulls were here as well, the skulls were all around him. Melisandre had seen his danger before, had tried to warn the boy of it. Enemies all around him, daggers in the dark. He would not listen.

[…]

“What do you see, my lady?” the boy asked, softly. Skulls. A thousand skulls, and the bastard boy again. Jon Snow.

[…]

Yet now she could not even seem to find her king. I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R’hllor shows me only Snow.

- Melisandre I, ADWD

So Mel is seeing Jon in danger, but the “now he was a man, now a wolf, now a man again” seems to suggest that he will return. She has tried to rely this information to Jon and we get a rather funny exchange, where Jon assumes that the “snow” Mel is talking about is frozen rain.

“And what of Mance? Is he lost as well? What do your fires show?”

“The same, I fear. Only snow.”

Snow. It was snowing heavily to the south, Jon knew. Only two days’ ride from here, the kingsroad was said to be impassable. Melisandre knows that too. And to the east, a savage storm was raging on the Bay of Seals. At last report, the ragtag fleet they had assembled to rescue the free folk from Hardhome still huddled at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, confined to port by the rough seas. “You are seeing cinders dancing in the updraft.”

- Jon X, ADWD

Note: I searched “updraft” and got this definition: “an upward current of air.”

Jon thinks Mel is talking about the very literal snow moving upward(?) in the air, but she says,

“I am seeing skulls. And you. I see your face every time I look into the flames. The danger that I warned you of grows very close now.”

Not snow, but Snow.

And just a final (random) thought to wrap this all up,

“One bird croaking my name was bad enough,” said Jon, “and snow’s nothing a black brother wants to hear about.” Snow often meant death in the north.

- Jon II, ACOK

Hmmm 🤔



#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #stannis baratheon #patchface #melisandre #jon snow #prophecy and visions in asoiaf #my stuff #Team Dragonstone: why do we keep getting visions of that bastard boy? #It’s a bit of a reach lmao but oh well #Stannis’ vision is so interesting to me because he sees the nights watch #And it seems like this is seeding for him riding north in asos #But then my headcannon is that he looked to see azor ahai #As urged by Mel - maybe she was trying to show him the vision she saw of him #Which made her think he’s the prophesied hero #And he did - only he only saw something vague in the fire #Snow ->Torches -> The nights watch -> And a hill up north #Just by unneeded two cents hehe #I also want to add that in Jon’s asos winterfell crypt dream #He journeys into the ~underworld~ carrying a flaming torch 👀

[strawberriesshi]

not art, but who's this girl who looks like homura? gonna do a theory here. long post here, so click on read more.

now, in the trailer for the new movie (about time!) we've seen this girl who looks like homura but at the same time is well, not homura. this shot below that everyone is using as profile pictures?

she so happens to be this second homura, as we can see in the next shot of her

this shot has her wearing the same black leggings that she is wearing in the key art as well as no ribbon, while the actual homura has black stockings and madoka's ribbon in her hair. minor detail but her hair appears to be more purple than homura's usual black, and the bangs are slightly different.

now theres a couple theories ive seen floating around. one is her being the homura who answers the phone at the start of the trailer. however, this homura wears a bow, meaning she is likely to be the original homura.

another theory is that she is a familiar of homulilly, given homura's familiars have been seen with her at the end of rebellion. this could works, but how would it relate to homulilly's funeral thing for homura to have a doppelganger?

alternatively, she could be a doppelganger for devil homura, as she probably can't do all her duties and be around Madoka full time. but, i have a theory which might be kinda wild but i want to share it.

what if this girl was Walpurgisnacht or at least, the girl behind the original witch that ended up fusing with other witches?

the movie clearly has something which is going to happen with Walpurgisnacht given the well, title, as well as the references to her in the trailer. but we don't really know WHAT her role in the movie is. so, could this girl possibly be Walpurgisnacht somehow managing to make it into homura's world? a plot of kyuubey perhaps? additionally, this form is similar to homura, and Walpurgisnacht does have quite a few similarities to homura. heres a list:

Homulilly and Walpurgisnacht look very similar, with their dresses and hourglass like shape. Their familiars also appear similarish.

Speaking of hourglass like shape, Walpurgisnacht and Kriemhild Gretchen both are designed to be two sides of an hour glass, with Homuras shield actually supposedly being/having a sand timer according to production notes. So, Walpurgis is directly tied to both Madoka through the hourglass, with Homura's hourglass tying all 3 of them together.

Walpurgis is described as symbolizing "the fool who continuously spins in circles". guess who else is associated with continuously spinning in circles?

Walpurgis' nature is helplessness. Homura probably felt helpless within the amount of timelines she went through.

why am i bringing these similarities up? well, to sort of explain why Walpurgis would be looking similar to Homura as a doppelganger. We dont know why or how this walpurgis girl is in Homura's world and what she wants. but its an interesting angle that i wanted to talk about. besides, if this is true, then im sure in the movie theyll be some reason to explain all this.

so yeah, thats my take on this and an idea of who this girl is, and others ideas as well. but, if you guys have any ideas, let me know. madoka is FULL of symbolism and all that jazz and all the theories that can come out of it is part of what makes this series great imo.

#NOT ART #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica walpurgisnacht rising #walpurgisnacht no kaiten #walpurgisnacht rising #homura akemi #long post #text post #madoka magica

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ive seen the f/o werewolves au and I absolutely love it. From the way it works to how they all handle their wolf side in different ways... I just find it so neat!

Callahan especially got my brain going 100 miles an hour, Just imagining him and the YN from your series dealing with it...

The days leading up to the first transformation where the animalistic-scary grows from "hot" to "concerning".

Him missing out on a date because, as fate would have it, happened in a full moon and then just... Ghosting, because he doesn't like the fact he can't control this quite yet.

He wanted to ravage YN before the transformation? absolutely. Make them his (mate)? Certainly. But this is beyond him. He can't control himself, just the sound of YN's voice from when they showed up at his doorstep (one last check. Giving him the benefit of the doubt.) is enough to send him into a bit of a frenzy, and he hates it.

And then one day YN returns to their dorm to find this big, weirdly wolf-like, old dog (if the grey muzzle is any indication) at their door. One that's weirdly docile and (even more surprisingly) friendly with them, despite the fact they never saw this dog in their life.

The dog approaches, carefully sniffing their hand, before pressing the top of its head against the palm. Still a bit weirded out, YN gives the animal a few tentative scratches and pets, which the dog seems to like.

(Mate is caring for him after so long after all...)

And just that presence, that care, that absolute freedom to be at peace with the one the two of them love is enough to bring the two consciousness together for long enough of a moment for Callahan to detransform.

Thankfully the shock of petting a naked Callahan (clothes having bursted out from the initial transformation) sent YN reeling back, which ended up reverting him back into a wolf. Wouldn't do to have that image floating around the college forums after all.

YN was able to guide Callahowl inside to wait out the moon. But in the morning, they would talk, as they made sure to tell the dog. Whether he could fully understand them or not was still up to debate, but at least he seemed to understand their tone and looked a bit chastised.

For the all of five minutes before YN relented and began to pet him again, cursing whatever entity that ruled their universe and made Callahowl such a cute dog.

FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND

I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE MORNING. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO ANSWER IN KIND.

First of all I am s o so jazzed to see that you, too, are mad about Werewolf!Callahan like me!! XDD And 'Callahowl'???? OMG perfect XDDD Second of all-

YOUR FIC HERE. IT IS MAKING ME INSANE. Y/N being affectionate with this wolfie that loves her even though they have a sort of temperamental relationship when he's human?? 'Mate is caring for him after so long after all...'- this this this!!! Because like??- thats Aaron and Y/N loves Aaron. They do. But usually they cant show him that, because he's an ass and it would kill them- and he cant show it to them either because, again, he's a total ass-- but in this form??? His underlying desire for affection from them (His mate!! <3) comes out and Y/N doesn't have to worry about teasing (or worse) ^^

I also love your detail that his muzzle is lighter to show his age!!

Thank you so so much for sharing this!!!!!!!! ^^ I wanna write for Callahowl so so bad and one day I will XD I swear XD For now though here are some imagines for you, too!! In these, Y/N is actually his student but the relationship is basically the same apart from that.

Werewolf!Professor Aaron Callahan x Fem!Student!Reader || Imagines

Plot: Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon.

Warnings: There are smut imagines at the end that involve male masturbation topics as well as sex, and breeding ref's.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon appearing in class dishevelled. His short hair unbrushed and ruffled like he's been constantly running his fingers through it, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, his jacket clenched at his side in his hand instead of on like it just got way too hot despite it being the middle of November, his glasses constantly crooked from rubbing his wild eyes.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon only being calm when its just the two of you. When, after class, you stay back to check on him in the office. He slumps on the corner of his desk and watches you with a certain warmth you've never seen on him before. You fix his glasses and his hair, and his eyes fall shut at the feeling for half a moment before he can pull himself together. You offer him his blazer before you leave, and he takes it simply because you offered it, wanting to hold onto you in any way he can, but only holding it in his hands as you leave instead of pulling it on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting snippier and snippier with students, breathing heavily through his nose and rolling his eyes up to the sky and looking dangerously close to throwing things- but not to you. Not towards his mate (Not that you know you're that).

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making a guy in your class with you, who was arguing con to your pro in a hypothetical court topic feel dumb and mortified in front of the whole class. He told the guy to oppose you (Its a regular law class activity!) but it turns out to be too much for him- he cant handle it. He has to stick up for you, protect you. And its nasty, and unfair, and awful, and everyone in the room feels the aftershock of it. Luckily, he's still him enough to brush it off and move on, but you're looking at him like he's insane the rest of the class and he knows he fucked up.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making up excuses why he's acting the way he is and why he keeps cancelling on you and they just keep getting worse. He's a smart guy, he's actually scary he's so smart, but now he's acting like an idiot and you're actually getting kindof concerned. You ask him, genuinely, if he's okay?

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon looking up and to the door any time you walk through it, looking over at you like he knew it was you who came in even if its too loud in the room for him to have heard the door even open and he had no way of knowing when you were going to get there. Because he's so tuned in to your scent, and his nose is so sensitive this time of month.

~ Hornycanons from here ~

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting hornier the closer his transformation closes in on him.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to cover his mouth with his hand tight and hang up quick when you call because the bulge in his pants grew at record speed hearing you and he's going to moan if he stays; the sweet sound of your voice making him painfully turned on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to jerk off under his desk during lunch. You stay back to check on him, he takes his blazer from you, and then he sits down slowly and takes out his red headed, leaking cock to quickly pump one out; riding the high or your lingering scent and your voice in his head and the feel of your fingers on his hair just before.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom more often just in order to jerk off and keep his shit together.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who will fuck all night if you come to stay over. He'll fuck you against the wall when you come in, he'll fuck you on the couch, he'll fuck you all night in bed. He tries to bang it out, make the rest of his week easier, but thats not how it works.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who has to fight himself not to fucking cum in you, goddamnit. He doesn't want kids, he tells himself over and over. He doesn't want kids, he doesn't want kids. But the wolf in him desperately wants to fill you with pups. Luckily Cal's just strong enough to control that. Just.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who is just a mess, and completely enamoured with you, and desperately wanting to hide it from you.

#Professor Aaron Callahan x Reader #Professor Aaron Callahan x Reader Imagines #Professor Aaron Callahan x Reader Imagine #Professor Aaron Callahan #Professor Callahan #Broadway Professor Callahan #Professor Callahan Broadway #Imagine #Imagines #Musical Villains

[slymewitch]

Christmas Carol autism rant

Honestly of all the stories and songs and such that get oversaturated during christmas, I unironically enjoy how many versions of A Christmas Carol there are. Not only because its a good story in general, but because unlike something like Rudolph, every single version has a uniqueness to them. The simplicity of the plot allows for so much messing around with the setting, the timeline, the mood, its all so malleable. And then there are the characters. Scrooge, Marley, and the ghosts specifically are all fairly simple archetypes, but because of their simplicity, each variant of the story can expand on said archetypes however they want, heck they can even completely zigzag the archetypes and put something completely different in the slot of one of the characters. Especially for the ghosts. Usually they’ll just go with the archetypes of angel, santa, death, but every single version gives the trio their own flavor. An angel can be a lot of things, like a girl, or a candle, or a dirty taxi driver, or the Eleventh Doctor. But Scrooge himself is probably the most interesting. Compared to the other characters in the story, he’s the one that changes the least between each adaptation on the surface. Grumpy old man, hates christmas, greedy, bad childhood, bad friends, bad breakup, the works. These guidelines are mostly unflinchingly rigid, but the exact brand of bitterness, and the details of the events, are left up to whoever’s writing. My favorite version by far though is unironically the Muppets version. Unlike most other adaptations, Scrooge doesn’t seem that hateful in that version. He still does the same greedy and evil crap as the other Scrooges, but he isn’t as angry as the rest are. You don’t get the impression that he hates anyone, and he seems more depressed than anything else. Even when he outright says that poor people should die, he just sounds done. Like he’s only saying it because he doesn’t care enough to filter what he says. And of all other Scrooge’s he’s the most willing to change. When he’s shown his past he immediately brightens up upon seeing simpler, more familiar times. When hes with the ghost of christmas present and sees the cratchets and his nephew, he makes the least wisecracks of any other Scrooge, and seems genuinely hurt by how lowly people think of him. And when yet to come arrives, he goes with him willingly, knowing that this is something he must face if he wants to be saved. Oh yeah, if you can’t tell, the muppets version is my favorite, the Marleys scene solidified Statler and Waldorf as my favorite muppets and is easily the highlight of the movie for me. But for some close contenders, George C Scott’s version is definitely the creepiest version Ive ever seen and it gives a lot more context about Scrooge’s life than most others. The Ghost of Christmas present is surprisingly intimidating, and dear GOD yet to come gives me chills. It’s strange how much mileage you can get out of a creaking gate sound effect. The Doctor Who version is also a personal favorite for being both weird and clever at the same time. Weird because its on an alien planet where sharks float in the air and can be used to drive chariots, but still SUPER clever for how it screws around with the story. I dont want to spoil too much, mostly because I want an excuse to not explain how bonkers the story is, but the way they mess with the “past present and future” theming is genius, because of course it was this is doctor who we’re talking about. And of course theres Spirited which is also extremely clever with how it messes with the story, but is also just really fun and charming to watch.

I’ve already written so much that I do not have the energy for a well written conclusion so uh, my point is that Christmas Carol adaptations are awesome despite the fact they probably shouldn’t be, and um…stay hydrated!

#a christmas carol #christmas movies #christmas #long rant #autism rant

[agonyaster]

brain said ‘what if they just talked’ and i ran with it

kind of a brain dump but lots of fun anyway! tried to fit as many refs to art ive seen, especially @pigdemonart’s submas and nimbasa trio stuff <3 bonus points if you can spot all of the refs and double bonus points if you go look at their art rn

blankshippers dni, please. you will be blocked.

…

Emmet stifled a yawn and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, nearly stumbling over Galvantula as she skittered around his legs excitedly. He crosses into the living room and Archeops tumbles off of the couch at the sight of him, his claws scraping against the floor as he trailed after Emmet as well. Emmet is grateful they live on the first floor; surely no downstairs neighbors would tolerate routine disturbances this early in the morning. 

While he contemplates how to stop Archeops from destroying their floors every morning, Emmet enters the kitchen where to his surprise, Ingo was stood at the counter. Chandelure floated idly nearby, chittering and hissing at her trainer, who was nodding along like he could understand her. 

“Hello, brother. It is early.” Emmet nods to the window for emphasis, where the sun was just starting to peek above the horizon.

“It is indeed,” Ingo agrees. “Did you sleep well?”

Emmet hums in affirmation, opening a cabinet as he sticks his nose high in the air.

“Liligant tea?” he guesses, grabbing a battery and tossing it to Galvantula, which she catches in her mouth before scuttling away.

Ingo nods and Emmet puts the brakes on full-stop to sit and watch. Ingo grabs the tag dangling over the side of the cup in front of him and bobs the teabag up and down before whisking it away. His other hand reaches for a jar on the counter and spoons honey into it.

“You take your tea with honey?” Emmet asks, breaking his self-imposed silence as he stares at the jar. “That is new.”

Ingo twists the lid back on and nods. “Yes. It… it was how Lady Calaba always prepared tea. I find myself quite attached to the flavor now.”

“It is good to see you’ve acquired some taste while you were away.”

His brother chuckles and they fall into comfortable silence as Emmet prepares coffee for himself. 

In the domestic air of their kitchen, Emmet is grateful for how quickly they got back on track. Balance is a verrry difficult thing to find on its own and Emmet cannot imagine what it would be like to try and discover a new balance with Ingo. They never had to think about it before— when they existed as a two-car train, moving in tandem no matter what came their way. 

He was worried about that in the early days of Ingo’s return. Three years was too long to be apart from someone you’d spent your whole life standing beside. He knows things have changed and he knows it is ignorant to believe otherwise, but despite that, they were in sync once more. Not perfectly, no, but moving forward nonetheless. Together all the same.

Emmet finishes adding the sugar to his coffee and clears his throat. “Calaba… she is the leader of the Pearl Clan, correct?”

“Close, but no.” Ingo shakes his head. “Lady Irida was the clan leader, while Lady Calaba was a warden; the same as I.” 

“Ah. I see.” Emmet pauses. They hadn’t talked about this yet. For all of the time they had together since Ingo’s return, it had been spent settling back into normal. Getting their lives back on track. The only past they ever talked of was the one held within the photo albums Elesa brought over, not the one within a Sinnohan history textbook.

Emmet knew a few names and the general story of Ingo’s arrival and departure, but the in between was where things started to blur.

Hisui had changed his brother in many ways, far beyond the honey in his tea. It was the reason he woke before the sun had risen every morning; the reason he looked so lost when he stared up at the stars, hidden as they were by the light of Nimbasa City. Its horrors left pronounced dark circles under his eyes which didn't leave for weeks since his return, and had etched lines into Ingo’s face that shouldn’t have come for another five years, at least.

Hisui was the reason for the notebook Ingo kept tucked within the inside breast pocket of his coat, filled with photos, neat drawings and lines of writing— of the things he’s scared to forget again. The letters to and from the professors assistant who disappeared for months and came back alongside Ingo, the wooden pokéballs Emmet found scattered around the apartment, the trips out to Pinwheel Forest or Twist Mountain, the scars that were peppered across his hands and up and down his arms— all were because of Hisui. Even the haunting flute music Emmet heard echoing off of the walls when he woke in the middle of the night. It was just another way Hisui left its mark. 

Perhaps it was finally time to learn more. To figure out the how and the why. 

“What was it like, your life in Hisui?”

Ingo pauses at the words, frown deepening ever so slightly as the cup of tea stops halfway to his mouth. 

“That is a complicated question.”

“We do not have any scheduled stops today."

Ingo pauses. He is tempted to deflect, Emmet knows. Emmet will not let him. He stares, and Ingo relents. 

“Then I suggest we get comfortable.”

“All aboard!” Emmet cheers, and they head into the living room. 

Archeops rises into the air sloppily and perches on the back of the couch as his trainers sit down, tail thumping against the wall happily as Ingo scratches under his chin. Emmet sets his mug down atop a sleeping Crustle, and the Joltik resting on her carapace scatter like a flashbang had erupted. Some dart under the couch, others flee to the kitchen in search of Galvantula, or head towards the TV stand where they are bound to chew on the wires.

Emmet looks at his brother, and again is reminded of the impact Hisui left. The faint lines around Ingo’s eyes deepen in the low light; his shoulders tense and hunched, unable to shake the habit even after his arrival in Unova. 

“What was Irida like? You have mentioned her often.”

Ingo snaps to attention and processes his brother's words before pressing his lips together into a thin line. “Lady Irida was strong,” are the words he decides on. “Too strong someone her age needed to be. Without that strength, I doubt I would still be here to tell you about her.”

“Oh.”

“She battled her own father in an attempt to keep me within the clan, despite being an outsider with no memories. I’m still not quite sure why she trusted me so much, but I am forever in her debt for it.”

“She sounds like a lovely lady.”

“She is. Was.” Ingo slumps even further in on himself. “They all were.”

Emmet picks up Ingo’s tea and takes a sip before handing it off and washing the taste from his mouth with a swig of coffee. “You said you were a warden. What is a warden?” 

“A warden is someone who tends to a noble of the clan. They try to keep the peace within the noble’s habitat, tend to their children, evolve the next noble when the time comes— things of that sort.” Ingo stares down into his tea. “Before you ask, nobles are the descendants of the pokémon used by the legendary hero of the Celestica people, and which have been blessed by Arceus.”

“I see. Is the Sneasel…?” Emmet’s voice trails off as he looks around for the pokémon, yet another remnant of Ingo’s life lived in the past.

“Yes. She is the child of the noble I tended to.” Seeing his brother’s failure at attempting to find the Sneasel, Ingo starts to whistle. 

The tune is short and low, long high notes starting it and a sharp trilling repeating at the end. It makes the hair on the back of Emmet’s neck stand up. 

There’s a scuffling sound in the distance before a purple streak of a pokémon shoots out of Ingo’s room. Her claws scrape against the hardwood floors as she bolts towards the couch and leaps up onto Ingo’s lap. 

“Wouldn’t it be easier to simply call her?” Emmet asks, reaching out a hand; the Sneasel sniffing at it and nipping the tips of his fingers.

“I suppose it would be, but I do not want the young one to forget what the song means to her.” 

“What is it supposed to mean to her?” 

“Home.”

Emmet pauses before asking his next question. “What does it mean to you?” 

Ingo scratches under Sneasel’s chin and tilts his head to the side, lost in thought.

“Home," he says again, firm in his words.

“I see.”

“Does that bother you?”

“I don’t see why it should.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

He cannot look his brother in the eye, so Emmet stares at the teacup held within his hands instead. It is painted to resemble a Chandelure, though the orange color and leafy handle gave away its Kalosian origins. It was one Elesa had bought for him years ago at a festival in Kalos. He wonders if Ingo remembers that.

“Were you happier there?” he asks, staring into the painted eyes of the teacup. They stare back, soulless. 

Ingo is silent for a while. Emmet fears he has said something wrong, which is strange. He has never had to worry over things like that when it comes to Ingo. 

“I don’t think I ever could have been satisfied," he finally says, which only leaves Emmet more confused than before. 

“What do you mean?”

Ingo draws a breath that is long and low, like the ones he takes before he bellows out congratulations to a challenger for emerging victorious. 

“At the start of my time in Hisui, despite my lost memories, I could tell something was… off. Seeing a Zorua in the icelands or an Electrode tumble out of a tree— they felt wrong in a way I didn’t have the words to describe. I wanted to know more but simply couldn’t. It didn’t seem within my ability to learn more about my life before the rift on my own, and now I know it wasn’t. My truth only returned when Lady Dawn arrived.”

Ingo scratches under Sneasel’s chin, who purrs in delight.

“My first memory to return was of a person. A man in white who shared my face, and who loved winning more than anything else.” 

He smiles to himself, the Ingo version of a smile that doesn’t change much about his expression at all. Not many people would be able to tell, but Emmet could. He sees the happiness in his eyes.

“That was what kept me going for a long time, this mystery man. I needed to know what he meant to me.” Ingo’s voice grows softer. “Even when some of my other memories started to trickle in, it was always you who kept me going.”

“You did not know who I was, yet you left your home in Hisui to find me.”

“It’s as I said before: I could never be satisfied. Perhaps if every last one of my memories had been stolen, I would’ve been. But they were not, and not knowing was so much worse than anything that could have awaited me beyond the space-time rift.”

“I see.”

Emmet cannot stop himself from asking the next question, even if he wanted to. He barely knows he is thinking it at all before his voice rings out. 

“Will you ever go back?”

He sounds scared, even to his own ears.

Ingo looks at him out of the corner of his eye. “To stay for good?”

“Yes.”

“No.” There is no hesitation.

“Why not?”

“Hisui doesn’t have you.”

They are quiet for a while. Ingo drinks the last of his tea. Emmet watches as Durant stomps after a pair of Joltik who are chirping at her excitedly. He can hear Chandelure and Galvantula talking to one another over in the kitchen.

When Ingo speaks next, his voice is quiet. He sounds small. 

“Is it wrong of me to miss it, sometimes?" He sounds small. Emmet doesn't like it.

There is no hesitation when Emmet shakes his head.

“How are you sure?”

“What I do. What I say. Always the same.”

Ingo sighs heavily, the kind of sigh Emmet hears a lot more now than before. He looks so tired. Emmet wishes there was more he could do. 

"I can tell that I belong here in Unova, but sometimes it feels like a piece of myself was left behind in Hisui.”

“Of course you do. That is what happens when you love someone.”

Sneasel leaps out of Ingo's lap and starts to chase after Durant as well, the Joltik squeaking in delight. Durant gnashes her mandibles in annoyance. 

Ingo watches her leave, his eyes glowing eerily in the light of the early morning. 

“They gave me so much. A home, a purpose, a family. Even the freedom to leave, when I wished it so.” Ingo screws his eyes shut. “They gave me everything and now they are all gone.”

His voice breaks on the last word, and Emmet has never felt so helpless. He is good at battling. He is not good at emotions. But this is Ingo, and he’s never been the best with emotions either. 

This is Ingo, so he has to try. 

Emmet reaches out and takes his brother’s hand in his. It is shaking. 

His fingers curl around to hold onto Emmet’s hand more securely. Ingo’s grip is strong and it reminds Emmet of when they were children, screaming at the top of their lungs in a mixture of fear and delight as they fled from the army of Venipede scurrying after them. Ingo’s hands were different back then, so small and delicate. Now his left pinky sticks out at an odd angle and his palms are rough with calluses. 

It is still Ingo, though, so Emmet doesn’t mind.

He brushes a thumb over a thin white scar that has sliced its way across Ingo’s knuckles. He wonders how it got there.

“Everyone says things get better,” he murmurs, thinking back to the woman with kind eyes who Elesa forced him to visit when things were especially bad. “They do not tell you how hard it is in the beginning.”

Ingo’s grip loosens the slightest bit. 

“I was not myself when you were gone.” A beat passes, and Emmet knits his eyebrows together before correcting himself. “I didn’t know how to be myself without you.” 

How could he? He never had to be without Ingo, even in the earliest time in his life. Ingo was older, after all, even if only by seven minutes. Living in a world without Ingo was something he never had to think about, before. He never wants to live in one again. 

Emmet swallows. “The Ingo that came back is a different one that left, and that is okay. You shouldn’t have to leave him behind because you are back in Unova. That Ingo is still Ingo. I am sorry if I ever made you feel like he wasn’t.”

“It is alright.”

“No, it isn’t.”

They fall silent again. Ingo’s voice is quiet when he speaks.

“Perhaps… I should ask Lady Cynthia to look through some old records of Sinnohan history. It would be nice to know where they all ended up.”

A smirk overtakes Emmet’s face. “Perhaps we can find more photos of you.”

He can’t help but laugh when Ingo reaches to pull his cap down to hide his eyes in embarrassment, only to realize it isn’t there.

When Excadrill waddles into the room and Archeops launches himself off of the couch to wrestle with her, the gears in his head start to turn. 

“You know… We could go to visit. Hypothetically speaking.”

“I don’t think Almighty Dialga would allow such a thing.” Ingo watches as Elektross twirls around in the air merrily. “Besides,

the Diamond Clan would be very upset with us for using their god to go on vacation.”

“Dialga isn't the only pokémon with control over time.” Emmet reminds, grin turning sly. “Perhaps we should put a stop to Ilex Forest on the schedule.”

“I do not think the depot agents would appreciate our departure.”

“They will get over it.”

Ingo snorts at that. Elesa would’ve compared him to a Tepig, but Emmet disagrees. It is too loud not to be a Pignite. Perhaps even a timid Emboar, if you were generous.

His face turns somber once more as he lets out a long breath. 

“I think…” He pauses, still deciding in his words. Emmet’s leg starts to bounce in anticipation, but he forces himself to stop. “I think you would’ve liked them.”

Emmet does not need to ask who. He knows. 

“I think I would have too.”

#the teacup is based on another comic i saw #couldnt find it but the teacup stuck with me #submas #ingo #emmet #subway bosses #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #pearl clan #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pla #elesa is mentioned a bit #so is irida #sneasel #joltik #ingo and emmet #pokemon bw #writing #also posted on ao3 but thought i would put it here just because

[kerabinberries]

kers on tumblr? kers on tumblr

Our Ker: @getstoneddrinkwetcement (based on a vintage pin ive seen floating around here)

ton of cool vontage punk and queer stuff. anarchy posting. black and white photos of angry girls in heavy makeup. music blogger whos blog is full of spotify links (she has the hacked app) and photos of artists. a lot of jokes but not like looky or the admiral, more sardonic and jaded humor. big in the cripplepunk and madpunk communities. posts a lot of her thoughts and they dont read as very coherent at first just because of the foul informal rude and slightly jumbled way she talks but if you dig into it she really has solid opinions. shes just sooo bad at expressing them. then again some of them go completely off the rails stupid. so many vintage pins like the one she got her url from and motorcycles and weapons. she WILL give you instructions for a pipe bomb but only over dms. this ones kinda short but she knows what shes like and its reblogging the above items.

Looky: @lookywhatthecatdraggedin

she has soooo many mutuals and if you follow her your dash will be COVERED in her talking to them via asks and dms that get screenshotted and @ing eachither and reblog chains and art trades and so on and so forth. she plays up the social in social media to the extreme. her blog is almost all jokes, cool art, and stuff like educational or donation posts. she likes furries and has a ton of furry mutuals and really fun sparkledog type sonas. most of the images and art she reblogs is BRIGHTLY COLORED but she hasan eyestrain warnjng in her blog title for accessibility. she posts tons of art, and has a bunch of sideblogs. shes got a furry sideblog and is comstantly churning out really cool and cutesy digital art and occasionally a traditional doodle or two. mutuals with her actual real life dad and uncle. sends her brothers annoying anonymous asks. occasionally gets into discourse but in the most uninvolved annoying way possible, mostly to back up friends or people getting dogpiled. posts wild shit that happens to her family all the time and only occasionally exaggerates. she posts a lot of videos from when she was a little kid that would have gotten her taken away by cps if they had gotten out sooner. absolutely irresponsible tomfoolery thats only funny in retrospect because it didnt kill her.

The Admiral: @admiralawesom/e

she would absolutely post a lot of marine aesthetic stuff, just for jokesies, although she would love to have a motorboat she would not be posting navy blue stuff and anchors and tallships if she wasnt joking about her name. lots of nature photography especkally of the pacific northwest. lots of animals, lots of educational posts about nature, and so so so so sooooo many stupid fucking memes and joke posts. she makes a ton of posts and while shes no funnyman occasionally she makes just the right mix of unhinged words and just the right person sees it and she ends up with a 50k note joke post. she has a lot of mutuals and loves to message them and send them asks and tag them in stuff. frequently lies, shes singlehandedly keeping tall tales alive. she loves urban legends as well and for some reason creepypasta (you wouldnt think it.) the kind of girl to post half her medical history in her blog description. has a caard or carrd or whatever and it looks terrible. ironically? genuinely? impossible to know and she wont tell you. travels a lot and posts insane vacation photos with obi wan. she always refers to him as dad but he occasionally audibly refers to himself as her uncle in videos she posts. this causes confusion and gets her a barrage of anons. she answers one with "we argue about it all the time" and that was the end of it. everyone probably thought she was joking but its true. they have a longstanding argument on whether hes a dad or an uncle. neither of them have made any headway with the other.

Shmii: @sliveredsilve/r

she wouldn't really Get tumblr, but if someone were to set her up an account with some blogs already followed she could easily get the reblogging part. navigating tech is second nature, but social stuff? finding things online? i just dont think she would do it. she probably likes more hands on activities. a modern shmii would be obsessed with a motorcycle her dad got her when she was little. the ones they make for kids but with the speed inhibitor taken off, obviously. she would always be buying parts and tools to upgrade it (well) and painting it new colors (poorly). she would defjnitely post pictures of it all the time, but they wouldnt be very good pictures. she'd probably post more than reblogging, using it like an actual blog. she'd be really into big metal sculptures and welding, she'd collect knives, especially throwing knives and hunting knives, and she'd post videos of caring for them and pictures of her new ones. she posts pictures of her puppy (her mouse droid would be a puppy in a normal earth au) all the time and pictures of her family, and childish art she did on paper with crayons or on whatever free art program cane with her computer (said fondly, childrens art is good)

Baby: @bab/y (guess how she ended up with a url like that)

she would totally be like, 2000s pink aesthetic with lots of makeup and outfits and accessories and piercings and shit. like @pinkflipphone if i reblogged less tech and more fashion, and it was a liiiiittle trashier lol. she'd have one of the top blogs and would constantly sic her followers on people who annoy her or have opinions she doesnt like. stochastic terrorist. posts her own fashion as well. she always has tailored outfits, but theyre a little more douchey and a little less bimbo than the fashion she posts. like if a really terrible man from jersey shore dresses exactly the same except the shirts swapped out for a pink cheetah print crop top type corset. yes she wears snapbacks. she has intentionally rancid takes and will die on any hill, she'll die in a valley if she likes. yes some of her followers will doxx and stalk you irl about these hills and/or valleys. queen of the new age cyberbullies.