#like some Frankenstein ish

[sarcasticscribbles]

What's your opinion on Jared Hopworth?

I imagine him as a big square with extra limbs but sexy

#i hope this helps! #lmao #like some Frankenstein ish #mag #jared hopworth #the magnus archives #tma

[ghostskyee]

what lineart brushes do you use in CSP?

OKAY ill be honest i dont have many lineart pens that i like on csp ( i dont DO lineart much anyways, mostly I just clean up a sketch and call it a day) but here are some of those type of brushes i recommend and use!

download links ⬇️

frankenstein

obongbong

rough-ish pen

pilot kakuno

#it sucks cause i def have some that i LOVE on procreate that idk how to recreate #maybe ill figure that out but WHATEVAH #ask

[forthegothicheroine]

Do you have any gothic novels that you can recommend off the top of your head? Especially to people who want to try their hand at the genre? I've hit a wall in my project and I need to get some fresh inspiration, but I don't know where to start and the book side of tumblr failed me the last time I tried asking them for recs

Hell yeah! I made some old posts for this a while back, but it's good to look at it again with my more recent taste! Let's see...

Classic Gothics

Dracula: The one, the only. Often imitated, never equalled.

Frankenstein: Short, sad and world changing! Can get a little slow at parts, but definitely worth it. (True story, my parents read this to me as a fetus to calm my kicking, so it's part of my personal mythology!)

The Case of Charles Dexter Ward: The most gothic of Lovecraft's work, and possibly my favorite. Novella length, usually found in collections.

The Picture of Dorian Gray: Sinister, sexy, philosophical, with a main character I want to punch in the face!

Carmilla: Another novella, about as lush and swooning as vampire stories get.

The Hound of the Baskervilles: A very readable gothic mystery.

Confessions of a Justified Sinner: This one isn't as action packed, but if you have big religious issues like me, it's incredibly haunting.

The Monk: Like the above, but sleazier and crazier!

Northanger Abbey: A gentle parody of early gothics, starring an adorable proto-goth girl.

The Italian: I'll be honest, I find Anne Radcliffe kind of a slog, but if you liked Northanger Abbey and want to read what Catherine Morland reads, this is probably the most accessible.

A Long Fatal Love Chase: This starts as campy and then takes a plunge into gut-wrenchingly intense. The book Jo March was always trying to write!

The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: Another novella, and Stevenson is one of the best writers out there for excitement!

The Werewolf of Paris: Gothic monster as serial killer, still scary today.

Rebecca: The foundation of all gothic romance to come afterwards. A ghost story without a ghost, with an ending that's still debated as happy or sad!

Jane Eyre: The other foundation of all gothic romance to come afterwards. I bounced off the child abuse-heavy beginning a few times, but I'm very glad I finally read to the good stuff!

The Castle of Otranto: Considered the first gothic novel, a goofy b-movie in written form.

Modern-ish Gothics (post-1950 or so)

The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein: Fuck the haters, I love this book.

Mexican Gothic: Genuinely scary, genuinely romantic, genuinely creative. A favorite.

Blackwater: A southern gothic saga of a family in a flooded town, whose scion marries a woman who isn't quite human. A whirlwind ride!

A Bloodsmoor Romance: Another family saga, this one northern gothic, with sisters whose lives all go off the rails in different supernatural ways. Give this a try before writing Joyce Carol Oates off entirely!

The Silver Devil: A nasty, problematic bodice ripper where you'll cheer for the heroine to bring the hero down low!

Interview with the Vampire: To be honest again, I'm not super into Anne Rice, but this is a page-turner, and every vampire book that has come after it has had to respond to it in one way or another. Read the next two Vampire Chronicles books if you like it!

A Taste of Blood Wine: My own preferred sexy vampire romance!

The Bloody Chamber: The ultimate dark sexy fairy tale work, accept no substitutes.

Haunted Castles: Contains the brilliant novella Sardonicus, as well as some other campy gothic stories!

A Great and Terrible Beauty: Many millennials were introduced to the gothic genre via this, Fear Street Sagas, or A Series of Unfortunate Events. This is my favorite of the three, though the sequels are a bit of a letdown.

Gormenghast: This series is a throwback to the pseudo-medieval, Otranto-style gothic, but much better. Don't read Titus Alone.

#books #gothic literature

[hana-no-seiiki]

SOME YANDERE FLUFF TO BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY.

// fantasy creature cruelty. yandere themes. heteronormative society (sort of?? both your paternal and maternal grandparents come in hetero pairs)

I don’t know if you guys read my yan! father fic yet but do go check out @yoru-no-seiiki for it (Unless you’re a minor cause that acc doesn’t allow those) as it happens in the same universe(ish) as this one.

So by now you’ve already met yan! father.

BUT WHAT ABOUT CUTE HIGH FANTASY YAN! GRANDPARENTS AND OLD MENTOR.

(honestly would love to see my moot’s takes on yan! grandparents so if ya’ll see this. it’s not only a sign but a call to aid plez)

mostly based off of mairimashita iruma kun’s sullivan, your YAN! PATERNAL GRANDPA and GRANDMA spoil you a shit ton.

YAN! P! GRANDPA is more on the type to spoil you physically/monetarily. If you have a need or even the slightest hint of desire for something, consider it received. He has saved so much of your drawings and if you happen to be the kid who drew monsters/weird abominations as a child then ya boi definitely has frankensteined some into being. His creations happened to net him a ton of money which he spent all on you as ‘thanks’ but everyone knows it’s just cause he’s infatuated with his cute grandchild.

YAN! P! GRANDMA leans heavily on the ‘unhealthily allowing this kid(you and yan!dad) to do whatever you want and even encouraging it’ sort of parenting. She taught how to kill and do it efficiently as a young child. Uncaring of whatever prophecies schmofeces oracles have of your future. She will make you into an indestructible machine and is hell-bent on it. … You have probably ingested a lot of poison from her cookies as a way to built immunity to the stuff.

Now your maternal grandparents are a lot let on the damaging side but are still pretty over the top.

Your YAN! MATERNAL GRANDPA loves showing off. He’s probably like a war general with many wives and sees love as ‘you worship/admire me’ which he sorta maybe passed unto you. He’s kind of like a caveman and believes a show of strength is in order to be successful. So there’s a lot of him flexing and challenging YAN! PATERNAL GRANDPARENTS to a duel.

Only for YAN! PATERNAL GRANDMA to swiftly have his ass wipe the floor.

YAN! MATERNAL GRANDMA is a jaded woman. She never loved her husband and had always wanted to flee the family and high society until you came along. I see her as the old version of those Manhwa female protags that have rebirthed multiple times and is just tired of the shitty life they’ve been dealt with. She’s incredibly knowledgeable on fashion, trends and the industry as a whole. She’ll make sure you look good at every turn. Maybe even start trends of your own. It doesn’t matter your body type and if isn’t what’s in at the moment, she’ll make it the moment. Unlike the paternal grandma and her husband, she would never put you in harms way. Even extending your time with her so you don’t have to do those barbaric acts with the others.

And then there’s YAN! MENTOR who swore to never have another child under him ever again. The last time he did that, said child (your father) destroyed his precious astrology tower and had him imprisoned for 5 years for a thing he never even did. Sure, 5 years is nothing for thousand or so year old man but boy was he pissed off.

YAN! MATERNAL GRANDPA had to threaten him to have you and YAN! MENTOR is almost thankful that he did.

YAN! MENTOR believes you to be his best student. It definitely did not start off that way. He thought that a prissy, spoiled brat like you would leave the moment he gave you a difficult task but you surprised him with your tenacity. Throughout all his trials for you, you always came out at top, if not persevered until your body couldn’t handle it anymore.

He definitely wants you to kill your dad as compensation though, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up writing him as the reason why you plotted to end the dude’s life.

To keep things fluffy, let’s say in this timeline, he saves you from your dad’s entourage and adopts you.

Your YAN! GRANDPARENTS definitely riot but all are mature enough to understand the situation in the end.

will write more on this on the future but for now, i gotta go! byeeee!!

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #platonic yandere #yandere family #yandere scenario #yandere drabble #yandere headcannons #yanderecore #yancore #yandere core #yandere concept #yandere idea #yandere fluff

[cellarspider]

27/?? The Measure of a Movie

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We return to this movie that’s trapped me in a five minute scene for three whole days, Prometheus.

Content warning for death of a man who didn’t look convincingly alive in the first place, death of some extras.

So, David has just followed his orders from Weyland, and hit a hungover Engineer with a demand for eternal life.

Naturally, this doesn’t go well! Particularly as, stated previously, Shaw is also concurrently screaming at the Engineer in a language they don’t understand, and Weyland ordered a security NPC to hit her. 

Frankly, this is one of the most relatable facial expressions the movie’s shown me thus far. This big bastard expected to be waking up two thousand years ago, on a mission to kill humans for their moral failings. And then they wake up and the little suckers are everywhere.

As said before the PIE ate me, the original intent was for Weyland to declare himself a god for creating David, a perfected version of humanity. And there is a very brief moment here between the Engineer and David. 

A tiny little glimmer of hope for this weird, fucked-up little android, that he might be accepted for what he is. Saved from the Last Judgment for being a good little guy who only killed someone the Engineers wouldn't have liked anyway. The chance to start anew.

Nope!

The Engineer’s expression may indicate they're slightly sorry for what they do to David, but that doesn't stop them. He’s the robot Son of Man, because the movie’s religious themes have been so over the place, and being fully human and fully divine is not a selling point to his current audience. The “human” part seems to be the sticking point. In fact, this may be part of why the Engineers decided to destroy humanity in the first place–if they didn't get ahead of their wayward children, then humans might attempt to imitate their creators, imparting their bad ideas on to whole new forms of life in the process.

Of course, we don't know what the Engineers planned in the first place. We don’t actually know if humans were the intentional result of what the Engineers were doing. Anything Homo sapiens-y could have potentially been a mistake. Maybe they were trying to recreate themselves! Maybe they really liked Australopithecus!

Regardless, their behavior has not convinced the Engineer to change course. In fact, the Engineer seems to be noping out extremely hard, starting by ripping David’s head off and beating Weyland to death with it.

David wanted to see Weyland die, but seeing it so up-close was probably not as planned. I was struggling not to laugh in the theater, because. Really, how are you supposed to take this?

The last security guy also dies after trying to shoot the Engineer, so they sure added to the movie. Doctor Frankenstein also dies due to aggressive yeeting, which I will admit is a little harsh, state and local law in the US tend to list desecration of human remains as a relatively low-level felony. See, this is why you should’ve had the Prometheus classed as a diplomatic mission, then she could’ve gotten immunity.

In amongst the chaos, there is one little quiet-ish moment of the dying Weyland, muttering to David’s severed head: 

“There’s nothing.”

“I know. Have a good journey, Mr. Weyland.”

You know, marketing and discussion around this movie said that it touched on big themes, like “where do we come from” and “what happens when we die”. This, as far as I can tell, is the only thing the movie has to say on the latter. Well done, we’ve got that one sorted. Or rather, the movie did, I distinctly remember having not a single clue what Weyland was saying. When David said “I know”, I didn’t.

Totally unrelated, here’s a quote from Damon Lindelof, who took over writing on the movie:

Blade Runner might not have done well [financially] when it first came out, but people are still talking about it because it was infused with all these big ideas. [Scott] was also talking about very big themes in Prometheus. It was being driven by people who wanted the answers to huge questions. But I thought that we could do that without ever getting too pretentious. Nobody wants to see a movie where people are floating in space talking about the meaning of life [...]

Yes. Truly, nobody wants to see that. Wise words from one of the writers of Star Trek: Into Darkness (2013). Truly, there has never been a science fiction fan who’s wanted that.

[Video description: A clip from Star Trek: The Next Generation s02e09, The Measure of a Man (1989). Picard is defending Data’s right against an order to submit to disassembly so that more Soong-model androids can be mass-produced. The scientist wishing to do so asserts that Data is not sentient, and Picard challenges the scientist to prove that Picard is sentient, and asks the court to carefully consider the precedent they might set if they determine Data has no rights, and then thousands of him are created.]

This is what could be. Right here. Four and a half minutes of courtroom drama in a dull room, debating the definition of sentience and the meaning of creating new forms of life, earnestly defending the rights of a man in body paint and funny-colored contacts. It brought a tear to my eye.

I don’t feel like saying anything more about Prometheus right now, but we’re almost done with the thing.

Shaw books it, and the Engineer, apparently, does not care to follow her. There’s more important things to be doing, like getting the terracide back underway, and making another Alien reference.

I don’t hate this. It’s a little Iron Man in how the exoskeleton folds around them, but it’s still nice to see this used as an actual, weird-ass flight suit and restraints. And it was something neat to keep my attention. At this point I was just shrugging about the looming threat to humanity, thinking “y’know what, this has been a pretty reasonable response, all things considered.”

So, with that level of investment in the safety of the characters, obviously I was on the edge of my seat waiting to find out how they’d stop the ship.

I wasn’t, actually, I was wondering how the fuck Shaw, a few hours post-caesarian, managed to run so goddamn fast. She ends up on top of the ship’s hangar as it’s opening. This mostly affords us set-up for a moment that did make me wince:

I’m pretty sure surgical staples aren’t built with dramatic leaps across crevasses in mind.

Anyway, Janek decides to sacrifice himself and the Prometheus, which Vickers is not a fan of, given that she’s standing right there. She’s given forty seconds to get suited up so she can eject and survive with her Chekhov’s gu–I mean, her life boat quarters.

The other two crew members decide to sacrifice themselves too, because power of friendship or something, I dunno. Their only character traits were “call out stuff on monitors” and “occasionally make bets with each other”.

Is it bad that I felt a bit sad that they manage to stop the ship? That’s probably bad.

I’m saving the dumb thing that comes after. That's for next time.

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Citations for alt-text rambles:

https://www.deviantart.com/pretty--kittie/art/Prometheus-Engineer-407337525

https://www.imdb.com/name/nm1613839/ 

https://flickr.com/photos/jbassett9/6567513029 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smile#Other_animals 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australopithecus_africanus 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gender_in_Bugis_society 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3FsASNavdU&list=PL100AFFA291934352 be aware Gandahar is 80s French SF, and therefore you will definitely see female-presenting nipples. Also, Penn and Teller have voice roles in the dub for some reason.

https://youtu.be/muXiufO9dXg 

https://youtu.be/c_iK61aROWw 

https://youtu.be/dVnrWFbaFck 

https://youtu.be/snTaSJk0n_Y 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Strangelove#Sets_and_filming

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_Thunder#Document_leaks

#Prometheus 2012 #Prometheus (2012) #I have so many other things I want to watch right now thanks to this movie

[do-you-have-a-flag]

okay fine, great big horror-ish movie recommendation time

DISCLAIMER: this is not a list of only good or only scary movies this is a list of movies i think are either fun or interesting with the intention of not just listing the top 50 of all time (there will be some standards on here but if you want only good movies it's a very different list and you've seen most of them) this is more like you walk into a video store i somehow have and this is what i have put on silent on the tv. As with most horror check for content warnings before viewing

Barbarian 2022

Skinamarink 2022

Malignant 2021

Spree 2020

Mandy 2018

Creep 2014 - Creep 2 2017

WNUF Halloween Special 2013

[REC] 2007

Silent Hill 2006

The Descent 2005

Saw 2004

The Others 2001

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust 2000

Ravenous 1999

Event Horizon 1997

From Dusk Till Dawn 1996

In the Mouth of Madness 1994

Ghostwatch 1992

Candyman 1992

Tremors 1990

Re-Animator 1985 - Bride of Re-Animator 1990

The Lair of the White Worm 1988

Slumber Party Massacre II 1987

The Evil Dead 1981 - Evil Dead II 1987

A Nightmare on Elm Street 1984 - A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors 1987

Hellraiser 1987

TerrorVision 1986

The Company of Wolves 1984

Something Wicked This Way Comes 1983

The Monster Club 1981

My Bloody Valentine 1981

Possession 1981

Nightmare City 1980

Tourist Trap 1979

Phantasm 1979

Eyes of Laura Mars 1978

Suspiria 1977

Hausu 1977

Death Bed: The Bed That Eats 1977

The Rocky Horror Picture Show 1975 - Shock Treatment 1981

Deep Red 1975

The Stepford Wives 1975

Black Christmas 1974

Madhouse 1974

The Wicker Man 1973

Don't Look Now 1973

Flesh for Frankenstein 1973 - Blood for Dracula 1974

The Blob 1958 - Beware! The Blob 1972

The Abominable Dr. Phibes 1971

The House That Dripped Blood 1971

Viy 1967

The Haunting 1963

Carnival of Souls 1962

The Innocents 1961

House on Haunted Hill 1959

Plan 9 from Outer Space 1957

The Night of the Hunter 1955

[junipers-archive]

Happy Halloween

Word Count: 900

Includes: fluff, tooth rotting fluff really; about Spencer and reader on Halloween night enjoying whatever Spencer has planned!! (also ik its not halloween but in my head it always is.)

You hadn't exactly planned the night. In fact, you'd left it up to Spencer to decide how you'd spend you halloween together.

This of course landed you with tons of unanswered questions as you followed him out of the car, trailing behind him cautiously since he was known for acting particularly spooky near the holiday.

Meaning he was more likely to jump scare whoever he was with at the time.

This year you'd both agreed to dress up as Emily and Victor from the corpse bride, him because he had an affinity for Tim Burtons films and you because it had always been one your favorites as a kid.

However as your dress begins to drag, you get closer to what looks like the end of the parking lot, and you begin to hear carnival music you regret your choice of outfit just slightly.

"Spence where are we?"you question, stopping in your tracks.

He looks back at you, smiling, "Trust me?"

You take a few steps forward linking arms with him then, "Always."

As it turns out, you find he had taken you to Washington's "Spooktacular Carnival" event in one of the many parks nearby. As you entered you were both greeted by a Man dressed as Frankenstein who only grunted and pointed when you asked where you could get a map.

From there you both explored to your free will, first stopping at one of the many food trucks nearby to "aquire sustanacance for the spookiest night ever" as Spencer put it. You marveled at the food given to you seeing as it was halloween themed and your tacos looked as though they were somebody's guts and his burrito looked like the remains of someone's flesh.

Though provoking less than hungry appetites within you, you ate your meals and went on your way, stopping by a myriad of carnival-turned-halloween games,

such as "Witches brew" which involved you making your own liquid nitrogen ice cream,"The butcher shop" in which you both entered a pumpkin carving contest and the "Mummy's Demise" in which you happily wrapped your boyfriend in toilet paper, blind folded him and then guided him through a maze filled with 'ghouls and monsters of the undead'.

To say the least many games such as these drained the life out of you, which Spencer proudly stated was the "point of hallow's eve!"

Your favorite game over all though had to be the apple bobbing contest in which Spencer, being Spencer who was so dear of Halloween, dunked almost his entire upper-body into the barrel of water searching for the apples.

Completely forgetting, of course, that he had put makeup on earlier that night to maintain his "dead-ish" look.

After, if not console him on his loss in the contest but also appease your once more growling stomach, you bought some cotton candy for the two of you, which was needlessly to say, being advertised as the brains of the Walking Dead.

By the end of the night you had explored every inch of the carnival, winning the pumpkin contest and getting the two top prizes, a giant bag of candy, which Spencer took excitedly and a Sephora gift card, which you also accepted with glee.

The last stop, was as both of you had been referring to it all night "the big Kahunna", aka the Haunted House. The line was so long you both had decided to buy the tickets for the latest time, there was no avoiding it now. Both your scaredy-cat butts were about to be spooked.

"Y/n I know you're tired...we can just go home." Pleaded Spencer, but you wouldn't let him chicken out this late in the game.

So, you linked arms with him perhaps for the last time that night and stepped up, giving a woman dressed as The bride of Chucky your tickets while Chucky, which you assumed was her date, led you to the entrance.

To say the least you were jump-scared more than once going into the house with was decorated in an old Victorian fashion that gave you the creeps. As Spencer nervously racked his brain for facts to list off about the time era and how Halloween was celebrated in Victorian England, which you learned was throwing lavish parties including intricate rituals and everyone involved.

You however also learned that he is terrified of spiders more than any of the creatures that were popping out at you. And that you were more genius than your genius for bringing a camera in to record his reactions, earning you tons of footage of his albeit cute but equally laughable surprised face.

The haunted house led you guys through a series of rooms, including scenes played out of 'Frankensteins creation', 'Dracula's breaking', 'The Shining's' most origonal scene and more.

Some were even interactive which as Spencer thoroughly enjoyed, as you were more happy to watch the scenes play by.

In the end, you walked out covered in fake blood, spider webs and god knows what they threw at you, grinning like idiots. But never once had you felt un-safe with him beside you, still with your arms linked you walked back to the car together, hands filled with the trinkets and treats gathered that night.

Just before you got to the car he turned to you still grinning, kissed your temple and whispered "Happy Halloween".

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid Criminal Minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fancfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #fluff #Smut #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #cm fandom #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fanfiction #dr reid #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #please please let these tags work tumblr im begging #junipers-archive

[pitviperofdoom]

It has been a HOT minute since I posted anything here about Caleb and Jack, my vampire-and-frankenstein-monster duo. They're two of my nearest and dearest OCs, and rest assured that no matter what else I get up to, they're always in my thoughts.

But this was the last time I made a substantial post about them, about six-ish years ago when I tried writing their story for NaNo. The way I was writing it wasn't really working out, and I shelved it for a bit so I could continue developing the storyverse they're part of.

And, well, I did a lot of development! Came up with a much more coherent plot for their intro story, ended up working on it last November for NaNo, so it worked out.

Anyway, some time after my previous attempt, Jack in particular went through quite the redesign, and for a while I've been wanting to draw how he looks now, but it's been ages since I drew regularly and I could never get up the nerve and motivation for it.

But hey! Writing's my thing! So I figured, why not just post his in-universe description?

So, here's Caleb and Jack's first meeting, in its current incarnation. Hope you guys enjoy:

Caleb’s hand was halfway to his phone when, further into the woods to the southeast, a pair of high-pitched howls rent the air.

“Shit.” He was already running. Normal wolves didn’t range this far west. What the hell were werewolves doing out here when there was a creature on the loose that already put two of theirs in the hospital?

A third wolf voice joined the rest, not so much a howl as a yelping scream. Caleb abandoned running and took flight instead, shooting upward until his bat form broke through the foliage and flitted over the trees unhindered. The wolves, bless them, continued to howl for help, leading Caleb straight to them. Once he was nearly on top of them, Caleb dove back down through the treetops. He abandoned his bat form halfway down, and let his weight carry him the rest of the way to the earth.

Three small, rangy wolves paced and snarled in the dark. One was limping. The other two crowded in front of them protectively, teeth bared to the gums at the fourth figure crouching in the loam nearby. 

It was a person, or at least person-shaped, dressed in rags and snarling like a beast. It moved strangely, its feet elongated so that it balanced on its toes like a bird. There was blood on the ground, and blood on its long, sharp, shining fingers.

One of the wolves lunged and snapped, and the creature charged. Caleb met it halfway and struck claws-first.

His talons tore through clammy flesh. The blow sent the creature stumbling back, clumsy on its oddly-built legs. Its foot caught on a root and sent it flailing to the ground, and Caleb was upon it before it could recover.

It struggled wildly beneath him, teeth gnashing and foaming as it tried to bite him. Another blow to the face, and Caleb’s claw caught on something that didn’t feel like flesh—string? Thread? Its breath smelled of blood and chemicals, and its eyes—

There was something wrong with its eyes.

It kicked out at him, and he found its feet just as sharp as its hands. He was forced to let go when it cut him in the stomach, and it broke away and scrambled back until a tree halted its retreat.

One of the young wolves charged again, baying like a hunting hound, only to catch another sharp-taloned kick to the face. The cornered creature lashed out again, and Caleb flung himself sideways into the wolf, knocking her out of the way with a yelp. 

“Get out of here!” he hissed, and the wolf snarled back at him defiantly. In the space left by their argument, the creature scrambled to its feet and fled. Caleb was about to give chase when the wolf slammed him back and took off after the creature themself.

By now the creature was wounded, and its gait made it slow. The wolf caught up in two bounds, and Caleb couldn’t reach them before the creature whipped around and tensed as if to attack.

With a deafening snarl, a fourth wolf—easily twice the size of the others, dark brown with a dusting of red around the ruff—appeared out of the trees, sank her teeth into the creature’s shoulder, and flung it back. The smaller wolf yelped in shock and skidded to a halt. Caleb overtook them and pounced on the creature before it could recover. It was trying to rise when Caleb pinned it to the earth, fangs bared. Dimly he was aware of the wolves’ snarling presence behind him, but his eyes were fixed on the creature. His mind raced. Removing the head or destroying the heart was usually a good bet, but he didn’t know what he was dealing with in the first place.

Head was easiest, at this point. If this was somehow a fucked up zombie, it might not even have a heart.

His hand closed around the creature’s throat. God, he wished he’d brought a knife.

Beneath him, the creature went limp. Its jaws cracked open, exposing smooth, shining teeth.

“St—Stuh—Stop.”

Caleb startled so badly he let go. The creature gasped and scrambled away again, before the red-maned wolf darted round to cut off its escape. A snarl from her sent it cowering into the dirt, crying out. 

“Stop please.” The words scraped their way out of its throat. Immediately it flinched, curling in on itself as if anticipating another blow. 

All Caleb could do was stare at it, then at the wolf helping him corner it. “You heard that, right?”

Maya Robinson cocked her head to the side, looking for all the world like a dog that had just heard a new sound.

“Did you just talk?” Caleb demanded, feeling ridiculous. It could be mimicry. He’d heard rumors of necromancers teaching their puppets to imitate speech.

The creature curled into a tighter ball without a sound.

“Hey,” he bit out. “Answer me if you understand. Did you just talk?”

It flinched again. Breath rattled and hissed in and out of it. “Sorry,” it rasped out.

Caleb stared at the wolf cornering it. She stared back, nonplussed.

Behind him, another growl rose from the smaller wolf from before. They crept forward, eyes fixed on the creature. The cuts on their face still bled. They lunged, only for Maya to let out the loudest snarl Caleb had ever heard. Cowed, they immediately dropped to the ground and pinned back their ears.

The creature on the ground startled visibly, rolling to its feet. Maya turned toward it, teeth bared, and made as if to lunge and put it straight back on the ground.

“Wait,” Caleb cut her off, one hand in front of her glaring face. “Just, wait. Give it a minute.” The wolf gave a disgruntled snort. “Don’t. You aren’t even supposed to be here.”

Maya snorted again, unimpressed, before turning away, tipping her head back, and howling to the sky. Answering calls reached Caleb’s ears within seconds.

“You, sit,” Caleb growled at the creature. It sat, arranging its legs awkwardly on the ground, and Caleb stepped back to take his first good look at it.

It looked human, for the most part. Its component parts seemed mostly human. It had two arms, two legs, and a head, all where they were supposed to be. Cautiously he took hold of one of the creature’s wrists, turning it over for a better look. It submitted to the inspection meekly enough, silent as it waited for him to finish. 

Maya had been half-right about it wielding knives. Its hands were knives; the fingers stopped at the second knuckle, and instead of the last two joints were six-inch steel blades. The thumb had been treated similarly, the last joint replaced with a shorter blade. Caleb tested one edge and cut himself easily. He released the wrist and turned instead to the strange shape of its feet, and had to stare at it for nearly a minute to understand just what he was looking at. Below the heel, its foot was an elongated fusion of metal and flesh that split into three toes with long, curved steel talons. It was built to walk like a bird. Like a dinosaur, more like.

Beneath the rags it wore, prominent seams crisscrossed its flesh, making its skin a grisly patchwork. The face alone had at least three different skin tones, each bordered by thick, even stitching. A shock of grayish-white hair grew from its head in uneven tangles. Caleb cautiously brushed it out of the way of its eyes, and couldn’t suppress a hiss of instinctive revulsion.

It didn’t have eyes. No sclerae, irises, or pupils. The sockets were pits of viscous black ooze that leaked like tears.

Caleb breathed in, drinking in the mingled floral-chemical scent, and sighed.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you,” he informed the wolves. “I have no idea what I’m looking at.”

#sdverse #undead bros #tales from the pit #original writing

[smokeygrayrabbits]

vash's coat and hair (specifically trimax) makes him look suspiciously like a mad scientist from some angles and I think that should be discussed more. vash is not only goofy traumatized babygirl heartthrob, but also absolutely fucking unhinged. he's insane. that freaky cackle he did at the beginning of stampede? peak shit. also knives whole human experimentation and 'plants are the ultimate species' thing reads as kinda victor Frankenstein ish? plus vash and nai are both a similar kind of dramatic to victor with their whole sob and cry and play the piano thing while viccy franks would also cry and have a breakdown and then take a nap.

anyway my point is more unhinged mad scientist vash. gimme maniacal laughter over a fixed plant yelling 'its aliveeeeee'

the first time vash makes donuts he does that whole it's alive routine when the dough rises. Meryl and wolfwood, who have not read the literary classic Frankenstein, are very confused.

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun headcanons #trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun wolfwood #trimax #98 trigun #millions knives #i have no excuse #or explanation #does this make any sense? probably not

[joswriting]

•❅───✧❅ joswriting ❅✧

: ̗̀➛ writeblr intro

Hello there! My name is Jo (shocker!), I am in my 20s and I write stories and poems in my free time. I used to have a writing account on here many moons ago and I really miss the community, friendship and support of talking with other writers about our projects, so I am trying to rebuild what I've lost.

: ̗̀➛ about me

very interaction friendly. we're all just people on here (also please tag me in games forever)

science fiction! science fiction is my everything. it's whatever. I'm normal about it

themes I write about a lot include: death anxiety, internalized bigotry, general dissatisfaction and the complex and confusing nature of existence

scifi flavour wise i like doing weird time or multiverse stuff

I'm also queer (lesbian, aromantic, whatever), if that matters. This comes up a lot in my writing be it explicit or not.

I write in German and English

: ̗̀➛ my wips/projects

⸻ On the end of everything 🌠

An "essay" on how the multiverse died, those who noticed, and how they learned to live with their fates

[reblog tag] [posts tag] [wip intro]

⸻ Poetry 🗒️

I don't post my poetry on tumblr, instead I self host it here. I love writing poems I get such a kick out of it!

My favourite poem of mine atm is this one: Lines Out Of Context

⸻ Starship Lovelace 🚀

The Starship Lovelace is an Earth vessel far from home. The human crew mysteriously disappeared decades ago - now a small group of aliens has claimed the ship.

[posts + reblog tag]

A collection of half-assed short trips, I'm trying to build my own kind of space ship show here. It mostly serves as a way for me to keep writing and get ideas out of my head without much drafting or anything. I've got a pretty good vague plot for it in my head and I'm trying to do it justice with my newer, more thought out chapters. You can see all entries: here.

The stories are hosted on the space story collection pubnix/website Cosmic.Voyage, which i just know some of you would get a kick out of.

: ̗̀➛ inspiration

on the comedy side: the two Dirk Gently books, the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, the Red Dwarf novels and Doctor Who and the Krikkitmen in particular (British people are grim, I like it)

on the more serious side: Frankenstein (my favourite book everr), many Doctor Who hiatus novels but especially Dead Romance by Lawrence Miles, the works of H.G. Wells (love that guys scifi that just completely misses the mark but was properly scientifically researched for its own time) and, to an extent, Der Tod und andere Höhepunkte meines Lebens by Sebastian Niedlich, which is a book I remember liking a lot as a young-ish teen

generally I'm a huge fan of Doctor Who and Star Trek

I sometimes reblog posts about media i really like on here too so for more check out the tag: good media

So. The first thing I’d better do is invent my audience. I'll pretend there are thousands of you out there, and I'll pretend you're all just like me; young, smart, pretty, and sarcastic (NB I’m probably being ironic here, although I’m not really sure any more). Just so we’ve got some common ground, I'll pretend you were born sometime in the late 1940s… No, sod that. I'll pretend you were born on 15 August 1948. All of you.

Well, why not? If you’re going to invent an audience, why not invent one in your own image?

-- Dead Romance, First Notebook

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writer #first book #poetry #anthology #scifi writing

[doubleedgemode]

Here's what I've been working on for the last few days! And somehow I didn't catch til now that I wrote patience instead of patient...

I have been thinking quite a lot about my thoughts on "baby" A.B.A, as I have been seeing a bunch of other people's cool concepts for it. Let me explain the drawings in order and detail, under the cut for your convenience:

1.As we have officially seen, she didn't have a proper baby or child form, looking close enough to how she appeared in the classic games. Still, I imagine her stare is more innocent and somehow looks more tired, scared and disheveled than her current self. I have seen concepts of cool older A.B.As with labcoats, but felt an slightly oversized one was fitting for a barely newborn homunculus that is absolutely alone and confused :(. She grabbed it from somewhere in Frasco, possibly one of her creator's spare coats, but, it being found all torn up and a bit bloody isn't a good sign of whatever happened before she was born... Kept her official just awakened leg sutures, but added some more to drive home how she's a frail, just born frankenstein-esque creature. I hope the neck one is visible. Oh, also, her head key's a bit shinier and cleaner! Idk you, but when drawing this I just wanted to give her a big hug :(.

2. I mentioned Frasco's intriguing ghosts here. Were there before A.B.A was born? If so, coupled with her ability to see ghosts, one could think they at least were a sort of human(ish) interaction for her, but I love to suffer so my headcanon is that they have.. complicated feelings about her. TDLR they find her annoying weird cause... She's A.B.A, and while they're civil and might have shared some chats and moments, the ghosts can get kind of fed up and ignore her. Also they probably have their own deep ghostly business to attend. Sorry. Also, because again I love to suffer, Based on the ghosts wearing what seem like old-timey clothes, I headcanon that they can be mentally old-fashioned and, while NOT fully responsible for this (as again. A.B.A is A.B.A, she gets on troubles and obsessive warped up views of living on her own), their stuck mindset influenced A.B.A to (not that unlike Elphelt) think being a super duper good wife is an important goal and... Being SO into the idea that (her idea) of romantic love will be a panacea for her. Geez this went on and got sad. If it makes you feel better, I based off the little sad A.B.A on sad-looking seal pictures.

3. Eh, this is a short one, just me drawing classic A.B.A to compare it with how I draw my younger design. Slightly more confident, still as pathetic, of course. Even though Paracelsus' head came out much smaller than it should have (:/) I'm very proud of how this one drawing came out!

4. Lastly, as a bonus, my take on a barely formed, not yet born A.B.A. As I've mentioned sometimes, (real life alchemist) Paracelsian homunculi were transparent before they were fully formed, and I like the idea. She's just very small also. Don't ask me about the key, idk how that works, I just wanted to add an A.B.A design piece so it didn't look I just slapped an unrelated humanoid doodle in my post, haha.

#a.b.a #guilty gear #frasco ghosts #yep I'm tagging them #I hope you like it! I went beast mode on this one. hope you find the rambling interesting too #art tag2b named #edit: turns out I also had another grammatical fail in the ghost picture oghh

[respectthepetty]

Welcome to the Black Market

I actually watched episode five of Midnight Museum live-ish, so let's see how my theories unraveled in this episode:

The Lotus

The crescent moon, which symbolizes life and death, showed up several times, but the lotus was also clearly shown which symbolizes rebirth (I couldn't figure out if it was a crown or a lotus before). There is also a smaller crescent moon on top of the lotus.

That bbq body is about to get reborn.

Tarot Cards

Khatha was the Hermit, which I guessed he was the Emperor because of his clothing and position in the poster, but the Hermit would make sense since he mirrored the image when he first encountered Dome in the past but he didn't have a lantern, which is a key element to the Hermit due to his introspection.

Sidenote: The Emperor and Justice (who I think Khatha and Bam are) conflict with each other because they are two different types of rule and power.

Triphop was the Chariot, which is powerful and represents overcoming difficulties, but...he hid the card, so I still think he is the Hierophant unless that was his grandfather's position.

The High Priestess was the mystery woman.

New God

Last episode, Dome was told something about his mission involving a new god. The High Priestess left behind a bible with her card in it, and she recited Acts 2.19-2.20:

I will show wonders in the heavens above and signs on the earth below, blood and fire and billows of smoke./ The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord.

That bbq body is looking more and more godly.

Auction

There are six known Fabergé eggs still missing. They held surprises in them such as pictures or other treasures. The auction featured two because Triphop already lost one, and Khatha was outbid for the other.

Van Gogh created several sunflowers paintings which were part of a series. There are two known ones missing, but Two Sunflowers is not one.

Egyptian canopic jars hold vital organs that were removed during the mummification process. This set features the "four sons of Horus: the baboon 'Hapy,' representative of the North and protector of the lungs; the god 'Duamutef' jackel-headed guardian of the East, who protected the stomach; the hawk 'Qebhsennuf' of the West, protector of the intestines; and the god 'Imsety' of the South, human-headed guardian of the liver." Thank goodness Khatha won this because if homegirl is trying to Frankenstein/Build-a-Bear her way into a god, not having the organs would be a big obstacle.

This is the 1727 'Davidoff, Morini' Antonio Stradivari violin. It was stolen in 1995 from a locked room with no forced entry and hasn't been seen since. Some believe a ghost took it.

Although the the High Priestess bought a lot like Perseus' shield with the head of Medusa

She wasn't there to buy anything. She was there to confirm Khatha has what she needed - Dome, which he did by buying the Onmyōdō necklace. If Dome really is the Magician, he has the power to bring back the bbq body.

Brother?

Nope! We already know they aren't blood related in the past nor the present. Khatha first encounters Dome when his boat drifts to shore. Best Friends Forever maybe, but brothers in the blood-related sense is out the window.

@slayerkitty - Thanks for the heads up as usual, and I'm still rooting for Dome x Khatha. I don't care what this Triphop says.

#Midnight Museum #symbols and theories #tin foil hat time #Khatha x Dome #Brothers?! #Nah #Ain't no other way #They were in love

[picnokinesis]

Fic Chain Tag

Got tagged by @godteethed - ahh! Thank you so much!! :D (also dude I'll fight you for saying you have no strong openings, the first line of your latest dhawan!master fic is EXCEPTIONAL and pulled me in right away!)

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I almost wanted it to be unposted works because I've literally been working on three fics in the last week or so HAHA so it would be really interesting to compare those - buuuuut two are for a fic exchange so I can't actually reveal those. However - oh, what the hell. I'll throw in the non-exchange fic for fun. Why not!

[unposted wip] (spydoc-ish, but rancid)

The teleporter spits the Doctor out into the dark, abandoned transporter room of a spaceship, and immediately her knees hit the floor.

Translation Notes (spydoc)

“Ugh,” the Doctor grumbles to herself, nose scrunching irritably as yet another shower of sparks explodes in her face. 

wake from your sleep (today we escape) (Campervan AU p6)

On a scale of one to ten, Ryan thinks to himself, how embarrassing is it to hide in the kitchen at your own party?

a god or a devil, a ghost dishevelled (spydoc)

“Hello, love,” the Master breathes, a spectre.

but mirrors don't lie (there's no other side) (master!doctor oneshot)

There’s orange dust stuck under your fingernails.

FUTURE DUST (blood and rust) (spydoc zombie au)

The survivor camp is built around a hospital in what’s left of Liverpool, and it’s busy.

your ex-lover remains dead (i'll kill who you hate) (spydoc)

She really should not be doing this.

and you will go to mykonos (spydoc)

“This isn’t real,” the Master comments as the wind plays with the tails of his coat.

the wild grass overlapping the front porch (master pov drabble)

It turns out that escaping death particles, frankensteining an army out of the corpses of his own people, and letting an AI share his brain eventually takes its toll.

for a time there is timelessness (doctor pov drabble)

The TARDIS whorps at her, concerned.

Observations: I'd say that, as a rule, I'm a sucker for a one-liner haha! But honestly, I tend to not overthink my first lines that much. They're a means to an end for me, just to get something on the page and get into the story. First lines can be really fun though - they definitely set the mood and honestly it can just take a single word to make them stand out, yknow? Like here, I think that the one for 'a god, a devil' is possibly the strongest. Just the 'a spectre' is really nice, I think. The rest are just like, eh, they exist hahah. They tend to either be establishing lines or setting the emotional tone. I do try and get some character voice in there though, sometimes - I guess it depends on the fic!

Anyway!! Tags of course are optional but!!

@novantinuum | @echo84 | @krebkrebkreb | @taardisblue | @kasterborous-constellation | @gabeorelse | @sunshinedaysforever | @emptyofdust | @koschgay

#taka gets tagged #taka writes #thanks for the tag!! #stuff like this is always so interesting

[foreveryourseternally]

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want This Time

Frankenstein's monster x reader

Part four

The creature recoiled it's hand, almost surprised by your simple question. You said nothing and dared not to move, blinking back tears as you continued to stare. The thing cleared it's throat and appeared to be thinking hard about a response. "I-," began the creature, before trailing off and letting out another throaty sound. It briefly made eye contact with you, yellow eyes still glowing with the intensity of hellfire then focused it's gaze on some unseen point on the floor. "Are you familiar, by chance, with Paradise Lost," the beast finally spoke and again made belief eye contact. You let out a sniffle and shook your head slightly, as you had heard of the story but never wanted to read it. The thing made a grunt in what you could only hope was satisfaction, "Then I hope that this will be easier than I had anticipated."

The creature shifted, sitting down on the floor and relaxing slightly. "There was a man you see; foolish and arrogant. He believed himself to be like God and I: his Adam," the entity paused and glanced at you to confirm you were listening, "Though upon my creation I was cast out; unwanted, hated: I was not Adam but moreover Satan." At this you inhaled sharply, carefully watching the beast, unsure of what any of this meant. It gave you a look at the sound of your breath and seemed almost hesitant to continue but nevertheless pressed on. "I was made through sin and overconfidence; my birth unnatural, my body the product of grave robbery and desecration. I was cursed with life, brought into existence for the sole purpose of one man's pride. No: I was never destined to be Adam, my life is that which is unholy." It's voice rose in frustration it seemed but quickly returned to it's original octave as it went on. "Outcasted and forced to live without love or guidance I was able to become educated and through watching others from the shadows I understood grief, betrayal, and love. I had been shown grief and was betrayed by my creation but love was something unattainable it seemed." Suddenly it's tone shifted to one of anger and desperation, "I've done horrible things because of this, monstrous things. Surely though you cannot blame me? No: it was not my fault but his, forcing me into this lonely existence, dooming me it seemed to a life full of hatred and despair. You couldn't fault me? Could you?" The creature looked up at you and for a second you were afraid that you'd be meeting your demise, but at the realization the the beast seemed to be at the brink of tears you began to soften and feel sympathy. "No," you whispered, "I suppose not," you said making eye contact.

The creature let out an anguished sob before it dove forward, grabbing you and pulling you towards it. This startled you yet oddly you weren't afraid still feeling overwhelmingly sad for the creature. "You are a divine creature truly," it wailed, hugging you to it's chest while you simply sat there and listened. "You do not deserve to have been cursed by my presence. I am a Hell-ish beast and should be left to decay and wallow for my sins. I was foolish to still believe that there was still good left for me. No: I'm sorry divine creature, sweet angel, for bringing myself upon you. I simply could not help myself, you see," it's grip on you tightened slightly as it sobbed. "I saw you once out in the forest, unaware of my presence. I watched you, first in curiosity then in envy before finally being overwhelmed with adoration. A heavenly being untainted by the same hatred and loathsome world it seemed. So pure that I was overcome with the desire to follow you to know more about you, and as it seems I've gone too far. I've tainted you and yet I am still so selfish in my desires that I sit here holding you, cradling you knowing that by doing so I will only curse you to damnation. I beg your forgiveness, please," the thing sounded desperate as you tried to fully understand the words leaving it's mouth. "It's, I-," you struggled to find the words, "Would you like to stay?" You were only met with heavy sobs as the beast hugged you tighter, you couldn't figure out why you had asked such a question, maybe it was the overwhelming amount of information you had just received or maybe you felt bad for the thing's apparent loneliness but you were surely weren't afraid anymore. The thing's sobs subsided slightly and it choked out a thank you.

Note: Apologizes for the long wait on the next chapter, I've been swamped with school and work. I'm writing this on my phone so if there's any formating or grammar/spelling errors I'm sorry in advance

#frankenstein #frankenstein's monster #frankenstein's monster x reader #monster x reader #the creature #x reader #creature #monster #monster lover

[sol-shines]

@ your tags PLEASE talk abt your parker designs!!!

this is for you and @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars THANK YOU for enabling me :3 sorry this took a little bit

if you don't know what this is about i drew my takes on the parkers here !

rambles under the cut:

SO what i sorta wanted to do was make. each parker flow into the next while subtly changing in between ,,, something something losing yourself to the game, becoming unrecognizable. so let's cover it parker by parker:

prime: i personally Love the hc that the coin is parker's mom. so prime is a lil ancient roman coded guy. he's SOOOO eldest sibling coded help. like he and his mom have a very strained relationship but also he thinks that if he just does whatever she wants she'll finally be proud of him :P whoops! and yeah v explosive anger (firewalker reference!), leading to ego, leading to. You Know. anyway. oh ALSO the parkers get younger as we progress so :))) they all STARTED at 19 but have varying degrees of age. so prime is in his mid-thirties.

parker ii: AH the most elusive of the parkers. SO: in my personal lore interp, parker ii was created when prime starting to push back against the coin more and more to the point where it was becoming a problem. and prime of course is very destructive and makes a mess when he's angry. so ii came about from me going "...what if parker just. said fuck it and left. didn't give a shit about ego just didn't wanna play the game anymore and found a way out." and that's exactly what my ii did. absolutely fucking vanished and quit the game for good. somehow. which uhhh MIGHT have been what caused prime to go apeshit ("why does ii get to leave and i'm stuck here?") and end prehistory. whoops. so i wanted to make them look very vagabond-y. somehow got even edgier than prime (impressive). also they're abt 30-ish. and have crazy gender stuff going on. possibly transfem. "but how is that possible if you hc the parkers as transmasc-" shhh. i don't know <3

park3r: GOD i loved doing this one. this parker is such a bitch and i love him. the first commissioner parker, created bc "OKAY so we gotta make him more young and impressionable and less unstable AND take him out of this game bc very clearly Bad Things will happen if he stays" so they made. a chronically online teenager and made them commissioner AMDNFM. god yeah i love this design he's sooo. just a 19-year-old trying to fill an impossible role and putting on a cool face about it. tragic, yes. but they're gonna complain the whole time and make everyone else miserable too. fully believe he was just scared and out of his depth the whole trial :( oops why are parkers iii and iiii so sad. i drew him closer to mid-20s here but honestly he could easily be younger

p4rker: LOVE this guy's lore so my hc is that after the trial that killed park3r it was like "uhhhh FUCK we need a new one of those. stat." so. they just. took park3r's incin'd body (ik it's not really Canon that park3r was incin'd he just Died but. let me have this) and like. stitched it back together. so p4rker is covered in burns and stitched together like frankenstein all over, and they just threw a mask on them like "see!!! new guy!!" the result of this being they didn't have. a whole ton of time to add shit like Personality, so p4rker is the outlier in that they're very naive and even polite? they don't understand what all the fuss is about them and just wants to be. nice? shame he didn't stick around long :/ the drippy bits are a little percolation nod! in this particular drawing he's like 20 :(

pvrker is. obviously the least human. park3r was more of a prototype of a commissioner, p4rker was a temporary placeholder at best, pvrker... was well and truly made For The Game. and his appearance reflects that. kinda a combination of iii's bluntness and 4's naivety. in-universe some people think he's the most sinister or whatever bc he's so directly Controlled By ILB Shit and that's not NOT true but like. give him a break guys he's like 6 days old he's new at this :(

ANYWAY that's so long holy shit. here are my rambles i hope u like them. im So Bad at blaseball lore so someone yell at me if something i put in there isn't accurate but. yeag :)

#parker macmillan #blaseball #WOO god this took so long to write and so much of it is just vibes but. I Like Them :) #they're so fun to draw!! so similar but different!!! h!!!!! #sol speaks

[meteor752]

Double life kids name meanings

Like I’ve said before, all of the names are very arbitrary, so don’t expect a lot of like, fitting or thematic things

Also we’re doing the middle names too, so Liana’s gonna be fun (Sarcasm, I hate myself)

Liana Sharina Ace Xelqua Sage Aurelia Francesca Octavia Jellie Monroe

Liana means “To Twine Around” and “My god has answered”. Wildly different meanings, and neither really mean anything to her

Sharina means “A gift of god”, and like considering all of the kids are created by the watchers who are kinda gods I guess, so maybe? It would also tie into Liana’s second meaning

Ace means “Expert”, which like alright. She’s good at what she does

Xelqua is Grian’s old username, and a lot of people says it means “Sun” or something of the sort. I guess

Sage means “Wise” or “Healthy”, neither of which Liana is.

Aurelia means “The Golden One”. Her hair is golden? Eh?

Francesca means “Free”. Liana is not free

Octavia means “Eight”. Liana was the last born of the kids, but there’s only seven of them. Nothing in her life has anything to do with the number eight

Jellie means “Worthy”. That’s very cute actually

Monroe means “Mouth of the river roe.” ??????

Wes Ethoslab Double-SV

Wes means “Western Meadow”. He lived on the east side of the map I’m pretty sure. We’re nailing nothing so far.

Etho means "Copycat"? Apparently? Idk what that says about him

Gertrude Praline Statz-Diggity Dawg

Gertrude means "Strength". First name to be actually fitting, huzzah. Gertrude is a strong gal, both physically and emotionally. She's the rock of the kids

Praline doesn't have a clear meaning, from what I've seen. The name comes from one of my favorite cookies, so like yeah

Johnathan 'Johnny' Norman Tek

Johnathan means "God has given". We're involving god a lot in these names

Johnny means "God is gracious". He is not

Norman means "Man from the north". Johnny has a clear Southern accent, so like what the hell

Jassy Slab Smallishbeans

Jassy means "Love". Jassy is from one of the platonic ish pairings on the server, so like we're missing the mark here, come on

I do not think I have to explain Slab

Jekiv Joe Inthelittlewood

Jekiv is a made up name and of course has no meaning, so I thought I'd explain how the hell I came up with it. When making the kids for the first time, I was spitballing names in my head to try and find something that fit them. My mind went to "Kevin" for this lad, but ew. Then came "Jakob". Also a no. And somehow my mind just frankensteined the two names into "Jekiv" Beautiful

Joe means "God will add", because our dear friend god is at it again

Novo Stellar/Cerulean Major-Moon

Novo means "New young", and was apparently used in the middle ages for a child born after a sibling had died. Novo died after Jekiv in the "Dead ending", his brother, but that's the only correlation I can find

Stellar means "Of the stars". I think in the post I made about the Dead Ending, I made some Star symbolism with the kids? Idk

Cerulean means "Dark Blue" or "Sky". Novo is destined to aim for the stars I suppose

This was a mistake

#double life smp #dlsmp #dlsmp fankids #dlsmp children #double life fankids #liana no last name given #Wes Double-SV #Gertrude Statz-Diggity Dawg #Johnathan 'Johnny' Tek #Jassy Smallishbeans #Jekiv Inthelittlewood #Novo Major-Moon #name meanings #Desert Duo #Scarian #Impdubs #RenB #team rancher #Solidaritek #Boat Boys #Smalletho