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the-combsverse · 21 days

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heyyyy there , just came across ur wonderful blog <3 im so in love the "from beyond" theme u have on ur background *_* , the purple and pink are stunning <3 huge fan of the aesthetics of that combs movie <3 im also very happy to see we still have an active community worshippers of Jeffrey Combs XD

so i wanna ask those spicy questions about jeff combs charachters that i know u enjoy to receive 3:) ;)))

1-which of Crawford/Herbert/John reilly/Milto dammers are dommie or subby or switch ?

2-what kind of kinks could Crawford possibly have ?

3- u think Herbert would go for a threesome with Dan and Meg? lol

4-what's Herbert and Crawf weakest spots ? i mean if you do that thing to them they cvmm INSTANTLY XD ?

5- which one of his charachters is more susceptible to maybe reluctantly accept being pegged and end up enjoying too much ?

that's all thank you <3 :* :*

ok uhm.. question 1: I haven’t seen John’s movie nor do I know much about him yet just of him so I’ma play it safe and say switch.. Milton would probably be terrified of sex in general most likely top but by no means playing into any role, Crawford is switch while leaning more toward sub, whilst Herbert is on the other end of that (Whatever Daniel would want so long as it’s him basically-)

question 2: Post worm probably hardly thought to hard about, after worm he bites.. he bites a lot.. I don’t know if it’s a kink or just him wanting to eat you though..

question 3: Herbert would rather not but if that’s his only choice yes.. (I don’t think Meg would though and he’d probably just find ways to kick her out the bed)

question 4:Crawford’s hole in his head.. uh.. probably.. maybe the rest of the eye but I really couldn’t say for sure..

Question 5: Milton would be terrified but into it after awhile-

#jeffrey combs #the combsverse #ask #reanimator #dr herbert west #herbert west #crawford tillinghast #john reilly #Milton Dammers #the frighteners #Castle freak #Spicy ask #I don’t even know what I’ve written at this point #And dont wanna think about it ever again #Please #please don’t read this #Thank you for the ask anon but #Was this all you wanted to know from me??#This???

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sea-jello · 1 year

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ive noticed a pattern in the music that repeats in jeremy and christines relationship so heres my analysis

first up, we have the "christine" tune. you know the one im talking about. i think this tune is used to represent the stage of their relationship when their feelings are not mutual. mostly its used whenever they are talking ABOUT her, or jeremys love for her. for example when she appears and jeremy watches from a distance, or when the squip uses her and jeremys crush as leverage, like in upgrade. it’s also used in the play when christine gets squipped, and professes her “love” to jeremy. again, it’s still technically not mutual

then, we have the whole melody with “why am i telling this to you / guess there’s a part of me that wants to / i guess a part of me likes to [whatever]”. now this bit is used to represent when the feeling IS mutual, or when jeremy (and the audience) thinks it’s mutual. it’s in ilpr, a guy that i’d kinda be into, and when christine finally decides to go out with jeremy in voices in my head. in ilpr that line obviously makes us and jeremy believe christine has some sort of attraction or whatever to jeremy and just the SLIGHTEST chance the feelings might be mutual. in guy that i’d kinda be into the verse is again obviously MAJOR hinting at jeremy and us that maybe christine IS talking about jeremy, maybe it IS mutual. and voices in my head is self explanatory. i’m specifically repeating the word mutual just to make it more obvious

also fun little extra in a guy that i’d kinda be into, “she is totally into you” is the same tune as “why am i telling this to you”. the “why am i telling this to you” tune is a sort of god i can’t think of the word rn but like beginning?? hinting?? at the mutual-ness, which could totally tie back to the i guess voices in jeremy’s head telling him “yeah she IS into you, the feeling is mutual” yk what i’m talking about. it’s all a concept in my brain that i can’t articulate roll with it

now case in point, i think the little scene that made me realise and come up with all this bullshit can better represent everything. the scene at the halloween party, a guy that i’d kinda be into reprise. it starts off with the second melody, the mutual melody. “it’s kinda killer to sit and chat with you” and all that of course leads jeremy (and us) to believe christine might reciprocate his feelings, that it might be mutual. and then it shifts into the first melody, the not mutual melody, when jeremy’s gearing himself up to ask her out and christine turns him down because it’s not mutual

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blackgirlalmighty · 5 months

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Personal vent post incoming I don’t know how to do a read more on mobile I’m sorry:

I’m so sick of struggling like this. I am so broke all the fucking time and I feel like a failure and a loser and a shitty person bc my younger autistic sibling is my dependent and we’re barely making it. He was denied disability. We have no parents to live with or ask for help. They’re dead. Grandparents are dead too. I work full time and technically ‘make too much’ for food stamps or rent assistance or utility assistance

I can barely focus cause I’m so stressed out all the time. I have no motivation no energy to do anything even things that make me happy. My health is in the shitter and some days (like today) I’m literally shaking from not having enough to eat. I am in fucking eating disorder recovery and I have to lie to my care team about how much I’m eating because the answer isn’t that I’m purposely restricting it’s that I can’t afford groceries for two people every week.

It’s not always this urgently bad. Today I am freaking out because I am super short on rent and we have very very little food in the house and I have no idea what I’m gonna fucking do. I’ve texted a friend and an older brother (who literally just got out of homelessness himself) out of desperation but they’re not getting back to me yet. I just don’t know what to do anymore. Every single plan and plan B and plan C I had in place this entire year to try to carry us through financially either fell through or some bullshit happened that cleaned me out, starting with when we moved and the movers charged me $400 over what they told me initially and put my account negative and started the shitty chain reaction I’ve been fighting off all year. Every 2 weeks my account goes negative before I get my check. Every single month electric company is sending me a disconnect notice that I just barely beg them to let me pay a tiny bit of the balance to last me until the next one.

Finally started getting my feet under me a little in September then my fucking car broke down, $2k repair bill. Over $300 a month to pay that off with no ability to change the amount. That took every single cent of my yearly piddly raise and then some.

Then 2 weeks ago my cat starts pissing blood. Banfield can’t see her so she gets rushed to urgent care vet and thankfully she’s okay now but that was $400. The last of my teeny tiny cushion I had to try to prepare for days like today.

I’ve pulled from my 401k as much as I’m legally able. I’ve borrowed from friends and relatives who barely have anything themselves. My younger sibling had a tiny inheritance from his grandma and that’s almost completely gone now which breaks my fucking heart.

Where do we go from here? What the fuck am I supposed to do? Do we just get evicted and try to find a shelter? Do I sell off everything I own? Everyone around me seems to have their shit together and I feel like I’m drowning and drowning and drowning. My mom died and trusted my sibling’s care to me and I feel like I’ve let her down.

#please don’t read this #I just don’t know where else to get this out #personal

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ballmasonofficial · 9 days

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I think I use my voice very strictly as a method for delivering words. Using my voice for things like singing or giving eulogies to large groups of people just feels wrong. The internet amplifies my unspoken words in ways that have previously been impossible and I’m gonna use that until this infrastructure collapses. I feel like if “this could have been an email” was a person.

#please don’t read this #I’m tired

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blueynirvana · 2 months

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POV: you’re so bored that you write a fanfic for a fanfic that was based on the Bible. Also I didn’t finish it I will eventually. Probably not

(Enjoy funky music while you read this abysmal text)

Clarettes Inferno

By: Bluey Nirvana

Chapter 1.

The days of my ancestor's great rule were over. The once sturdy foundations that held our kingdom together have all but crumbled, All that’s left here is famine, greed and an unobtainable lust for power. My father who soon will be taking his final breath has granted what’s left of his kingdom to my mother. Who will soon entrust it to me. I will be married off soon, I have no knowledge of the man I’m about to marry nor does he have any knowledge of me.

Or so I thought…

The queen stepped into the deep narrow dungeon holding her newlyborn baby tightly in her arms. She presented herself with a limp, she struggled to bring herself to the center of the dungeon her legs tired and weary and her back sore her newborn baby girl was crying while in her arms. A half bird- half man creature was enveloped in chains in the dungeon's centre.

“I need your help… Malphus” the queen said with a struggling breath.

Malphus cocked its head to the side and glared at the queen maintaining his silence.

“Malphus, This kingdom is headed towards total damnation and… I need a favor” she said through gritted teeth. The creature cracked a smile at the queen's desperate pleading, “A favour..?” it squeaked. Malphus began to flap its jet-black wings letting out a tantalizing scream as the dungeon began to fill with the demon's feathers. The clanging of the chains around Malphus's body the sounds of its wings and its deathly scream bounced off of every slab of stone in the dungeon making the walls vibrate.

Malphus disappeared behind the curtain of his own feathers, a tall blond man with black wings of his own now coated with the blood and feathers of the bird creature. The man stood in place of Malphus chains drooping over his body like a fine-fitted silk tunic.

“Hello Lucifer… has my offer piqued your interest..?” the queen softly spoke.

Lucifer laughed at the sight of the dishevelled queen “It sure has, but my queen I must say…. You're getting desperate.”

“FOR!...For the safety and the prosperity of my kingdom for the foreseeable future. I offer my firstborn child” She quickly interjected.

Lucifer sprang towards the queen with a ballistic smile on his face “WOW! HAHAHAA you did not disappoint your majesty…” His black wings wrapped around the queen like a dark restless ocean swallowing any light in its path, He reached his arms towards the queen but was mere inches away as the chains only let him get so close.

The queen looked down at her child, whose face was red and swollen from endless crying. She softly kissed her baby's forehead before reluctantly handing her over to the devil.

“On the day of her 16th birthday, she will be betrothed to me and made a servant of hell.” he ran his long black claws along the child's chest and bestowed upon her a hellish mark.

The demon disappeared pulling his blanket of black over the queen's head. Malphus reappeared on the floor coughing and gasping for air.

“M-my queen… you've made a grave mistake” Malphus gasped

Fast forward 15 years into the future. I had quite an unremarkable life really, I was the first and last heir to the throne so as you'd expect most of my childhood was spent learning how to be a proper princess, I knew how to balance books on my head by 8, how to play the harp by 9 and had mastered Latin, English, Spanish and greek by 10. But despite my extraordinary skills in music and language. I couldnt dance as a matter of fact I hated it. I couldnt stand the intimacy of it.

She couldnt bring herself to care about dancing, even when her family would host extravagant balls where handsome princes would come far and wide just to sweep her off her feet. She didn't care for it, Maybe it was because she was no good at it, it's not uncommon to not like things you're not good at.

“Clarette! You're off temp. Do it again” her dance instructor barked.

“Yes ma’am” she hastily replied she began again whispering “One..two…three” under her breath desperately attempting to keep up with the pianist who seemed to be playing a lot faster than normal. As she waltzed around the dance hall she began to study the elegant gold refiner that wrapped around the room's blue walls. She drifted in and out of thought as her body began to slowly relax and feel the vibrating echos of the finely tuned piano. As her dress wrapped around her legs with each spin she began humming the familiar melody to herself. The room's blue and gold walls faded away, the music room transformed into a ballroom with fresh flowers hanging from every window and champaign glasses stacked as high as the eye could see.

“Let me go! I’ve done nothing wrong I swear” a loud voice tore Clarette from her imaginary world, it came from down the hall.

She knew it wasn't in her best interest to peek, there were prisoners brought through those halls daily but curiosity is a powerful force.

She bolted out the door and down the hall towards the sounds of screaming she followed the sound of the distressed prisoner proclaiming his innocence to the guards,

“I am Not a Theif! I swear it” she heard the prisoner yell from behind the dungeon door.

The voice begins to fade as the prisoner is dragged deeper and deeper into the castle's dungeon. The princess quietly enters the palace dungeon and sneaks past the sleeping knight “guarding” the prisoners. She grabs a torch that was hanging off the wall and proceeds deeper and deeper into the dungeon. As she walked through the dungeon looking for the prisoner she was suddenly started by a prisoner banging on their cell.

“HEY! Hey you a little help here” the prisoner shouted. She lifted her torch to better understand the strange man behind bars.

The prisoner turns his head to get a better look at the princess.

“How old are you prisoner” the princess harshly asked.

“Pardon?”

“I asked you a question! How old are you”

“I know you asked me a question, I'm just wondering why… I asked you for help a minute ago and you then asked me how old I am…?” the prisoner chuckled The princess's face grew hot with embarrassment.

“M-my apologies I was just curious… Curiosity is actually what brought me here in the first place” She smiled

“Oooh I see well… how old do I look?” he retorted

“If I had to guess I’ll say…16,” the princess said while squinting at the prisoner. He let out a soft chuckle at the princess's comment

“So what on earth did you do to get yourself thrown in jail? If you don't mind me asking”

“MURDER!” he screamed. “VIOLENT BLOODY MURDER!” the prisoner shouted as he lunged at the bars of his cell. The princess let out a violent scream as she threw the torch onto the floor. The fire grabbed onto the hay on the floor and set the room ablaze with an array of orange and yellow. The bright light illuminated both the prisoner and the princess so that for a brief moment their eyes met and he could feel the fear stretched along her face. The princess quickly dashed into an empty cell grabbed a pail of water and put the fire out. “Are you alright?” the prisoner asked. “Am I alright?!? You bum! You nearly got us killed!” she yelled “What..? I don't mean the fire, that was clearly your fault” the prisoner sassily responded

“What? Well of course I'm alright” she said with a nervous chuckle. “No... you, not you've got a mark on your chest!” he nervously replied “The mark of the devil..”

The princess could feel her heart sink deep into her chest before she could respond she heard the guards bringing down another prisoner, she ran through the back entrance of the dungeon and around the garden where she stopped to take a breath.

She sank to the ground and huddled her head in her knees, she thought about what the prisoner had told her and was in disbelief. Apart from her didn't believe him and thought that he was just trying to scare her. But another part of her couldnt help but believe him, he did not have the eyes of a liar and spoke to her with genuine sincerity.

Later that day the princess sat down for dinner with her mother, she felt uneasy as she sat down at the table. She couldnt even bear to look at her mother. Her presence cast a dark shadow across the dining room table. “Clarette…” her mother said softly as she got up from her seat and began walking towards the princess. “We ask so little of you, Clarette, we've enrolled you in the best schools, and have hired the greatest tudors… yet you still choose to leave your studies for whatever reason,” she said sternly.

“It's a shame, have me and your father failed so miserably that our own daughter takes us for fools” The queen stopped right in front of Clarette and looked out the window that was behind the princess. “Benign fool…” She hissed as she gripped clarettes shoulder.

Clarette stomach dropped and she began to sweat, her mind was racing between her experience with the prisoner and what her mother was saying.

“Mother…” she felt a lump in her throat and her face began feeling hot “Mother I've been marked by the devil! I'm A MONSTER!” she slumped her head down on top of the table and began sobbing.

The queen's world stopped she felt a cold sweat run down her back, she felt as if the lighted breeze could throw her across the room. Clarette felt uneasy at her mother's sudden silence.

When you make a deal with a demon there is always one rule you must follow, you can not lie about the deal you’ve made.

“I am a cursed spawn of satan, a demonic figure in a game that only the fallen angel can master” she screamed into the table. “Moooooooooooooooooooooooooom…… SAY SOMETHING!!!!” she finally lifted her head from the table, a piece of beef stuck to her forehead. The queen massaged her brow and said beside her crying daughter “There, there my little pet, fret not you are not branded by the devil, but by an angel, an angel who had fallen to earth and graced you with a gift.” her mother gave her a sheepish smile. Clarette wrapped her arms around her mother and began sobbing even harder, her mom desperately tried to peel the stew-covered princess off her body.

“I love you Mom” Clarette gleamed

“Oh I….you too, now get to bed” the queen dryly responded.

Clarette dragged herself upstairs and lay in bed, she couldnt sleep, and as much as she loved her mother she knew something was off and still couldnt shake the feeling that she wasn't telling the truth.

The queen wandered into the castle garden where she sat beside an old apple tree. A snake slithered down the thick trunk of the apple tree and lay beside her. “I am a messenger of Ha-satan, and I am here to deliver a message. The great underload will be here to make your princess a dutiful servant of hell when the 5th sunsets and the 4th night begins” the snake hissed.

The queen sat in silence, she felt the snake's words wash over her like cold water sending a shiver down her spine.

“P..please, you mustn’t take her! At least not yet” the queen said in a nervous whisper

The snake wrapped its wretched body around the queen attempting to squeeze every last bit of oxygen out of her lungs. “You dare attempt to break a deal with the devil!” the snake laughed.

“How about a wager…? If the princess is able to find true love in 5 days and 4 nights and seal it with a true loves kiss, you let her go!” the queen begged

“And if she fails your kingdom and its people will belong to hell” the snake said with a maniacal giggle as its body turned to ash. She gripped her chest as she gasped for air dragging her oxygen-deprived body out of the garden and back into the castle.

She ran up to the palace chambers and slammed the door behind her,

“What's the matter my love..?’ the sick king weakly said. The queen ran across the bedroom, sat by her king and gently cupped his face in her hands. “Oh nothing my dearest please try and get some rest” she softly said.

“All is well..” the king whispered

“All is well” the queen repeated.

the fifth day began at 2:00 am, I couldn't get any sleep but wasn't tired. I spent the whole night pacing back and forth wondering what I was going to do next, then it hit me…

“C-clarette, please rethink this, Your Highness,” her maid said nervously. Clarette was moving about her room grabbing extra shoes, hats and other things for her trip.

“Fetch me my parasol please” she said

#charlie’s inferno #fanfic #bible fanfiction #im sorry mom #writers on tumblr #this is so stupid #please don’t read this #Spotify

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literallyaflame · 7 months

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absolutely kills me when people are like “oh, but without police, who will manage the traffic?” as if traffic management requires a license to kill

#please don’t read too hard into this i’m not trying to like #this is not a comprehensive examination of this issue

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petite-phthora · 3 months

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Dp x Dc prompt #1

Danny doesn’t know how Vlad managed to convince his parents to let him take Danny with him to some fancy gala in Gotham, but he does know he’s gonna be the biggest menace he can be to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

The moment they entered the place the gala was held, Danny’s eyes landed on the chandelier on the ceiling in de middle of the room.

Bingo.

What Danny had been expecting was something along the lines of him embarrassing Vlad, making Vlad angry, and/or getting kicked out when the chandelier inevitably crashed to the ground cause they weren’t made to hold his weight.

What Danny hadn’t been expecting was for the chandelier to be heavily reinforced and not move an inch when he hung on there upside down, nor had he expected to be joined up there by a guy his age that seemed to be bursting with excitement as he stared at Danny from his place upside down on the chandelier.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #death defying #death defying ship #tbf can be read as either platonic or romantic #don’t know the platonic ship name if it exists or i wouldve added it #so if anyone knows if theres a platonic ship name please let me know :)

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kangals · 9 months

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friendly advice from vetmed: I know that when your animal has an infection that is generating a lot of discharge, you want to describe that to the veterinarian, because it’s a concerning sign. that is true. I also know that the most common word for this type of discharge is “pus,” so it’s logical that that’s the word that you’ll use when describing what’s going on. and in English, we often add a “-y” when we’re using a word as a descriptor.

but. the word. the word you are looking for. is purulent.

please stop sending in messages telling the doctor that your dog has a “pussy wound.”

#aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA #(i know. I know what you’re trying to say! I understand how you got to this conclusion!)#but please read the things you are writing #you don’t need to say that your dog has pussy eyes. you can just say infection. or ‘eyes have pus’#pls and thank u #uhh idk how to tag this tell me if something should be added #injury cw #unsanitary cw

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lygma-nygma · 3 months

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Sometimes I try to live my life normally but then I remember that when Tim properly met Dick for the first time the man was in full clown makeup.

Theres a foreshadowing joke in that but I can’t quite put it into words.

#I don’t know if I want to make a circus joke or just call Dick a clown #Can’t say he didn’t warn Tim though #batfam #tim drake #dick grayson #please read A Lonely Place of Dying it’s lowkey hilarious #Like 90s Batman is so unserious and it’s trying so hard to be

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sylkhi · 5 months

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“You already left kudos here” and the passive agressive “ :) ” like okay??? Yeah and so what about it? What if I want to leave 2 more? Or 5???

#ao3 #literally so embarrassing #you don’t need to remind me that I’m rereading the same 5 fanfics and giving them the exact same reaction I gave them on my first read #what you could do instead is let me give the kudos please please PLEASE #anyway yeah

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p1nkshield · 4 months

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Superman: Hey Batman congratulations on adopting your son! My mom insisted I bring you this… are you okay?

Batman, looking especially bedraggled, dragging a hand down his face: huh? Yes. I’m fine. I it’s just that I can’t find him.

Superman: What? do you mean you LOST HIM?

Batman: shhh, be quiet

*scuttling from above*

Batman, squinting: he’s in the rafters.

Superman: the wHAT!?

Batman: what did you bring?

Superman looking up frantically: the rafters?!?- I brought pie but why are you asking me tha-

Batman: ROBIN COME, PIE!

*scuttling stops, then rapidly moves closer*

Robin!dick: please give me some pie please

Batman: come down here first. If you try to eat upside down you’ll choke.

Robin!dick: not true I’ve been practicing!

Superman: 0_0

#dick grayson #bruce wayne #clark kent #robin!dick #batman #superman #Robin don’t practice eating upside down #please Robin I beg of you #if you choke then fall then get a concussion I will never recover #okay….#clark: maybe I don’t want kids…#bros got a real num num cookie situation on his hands #poor brucie #Robin come pie is to be read like that EJ COME WATER meme

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maddymoreau · 1 year

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Thinking about how Diavolo’s feelings transcend time and how in the Nightbringer UR+ card Demon Lord’s Castle Tour this conversation happens.

When asked, “Do you wish to see your father?”

Diavolo responds:

“I suppose I do . . .” isn’t the typical reaction to how a child would feel about wanting to see their parent. Especially when said parent has essentially been in a coma for a year.

Along with how Diavolo describe his father.

It makes more sense why when you learn in Lesson 56 how Diavolo was treated by him growing up.

Diavolo can tell when others are lying but is unable to understand his father’s intentions.

Diavolo mentions that he lived a very sheltered life growing up. That from a young age his father never allowed him a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle.

His childhood friend was Mephistopheles. A demon literally RAISED to be his friend. Putting a barrier between the two because Mephistopheles would put Diavolo on a pedestal.