#since I kept bugging them about it XD

[secretmellowblog]

Ooof one of the recruiters that came to my 3D animation college seemed cool until they revealed their VR company also does a lot of work making training programs for the US department of defense???????????

Dear god imagine going to college to study how to make kid’s cartoons and working for the “help train the military to explode children” company instead ajsjsjd

#ooof #oof oof oof #im hoping I’m completely misunderstanding what they said but I don’t think I am #I already got hired working for a clothing company #(I study 3d modeling /graphic designing #but just??????? oof #i never know how to raise these issues with the administrations #tho I do think I managed to get them to stop sending nft people to campus #since I kept bugging them about it XD #But yee : ((((((( #really don’t like the connection between the U.S. military and the games/animation/vr industry at all ajsjsjd #: \

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Decided to post the final chapter a day early! No Fun in Fungus chapter 5! I’ve submitted myself to @tmntaucompetition and the submissions close tomorrow if you wanted to submit this au as well! Thank you to everyone for supporting and reading!

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“What did we do!?” Leo shouts in confusion.

“I know there’s something you want to apologize for. Even if it’s not your fault.” Mikey insists.

Leo glances away then takes a breath and looks at Donnie.

“I’m sorry about S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.”

“It seems Mikey can apparently tell the future now because I have no idea why you’d apologize for that.” Donnie deadpans.

“I sent him to go protect gram-gram. He was destroyed because of me.”

“He was destroyed because the Krang loves hurting our family and possessed our extra great grandfather. I’m just glad you didn’t try to do something stupid like face him alone. It would have been your parts I’d have to find scattered around.”

“But….Donnie, you loved S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. How are you not upset? You hate when I break your inventions, and he was way more than just an invention.”

“Are you kidding? You’re really asking me that? I can’t rebuild you! You are not easily replaceable, Leo! I know what I say and how we joke around but I thought that’s just what we did! Do you think I mean everything!? That I want you to be like gram-gram!? Like all the Hamato before us!? No! When I told you to sacrifice yourself to buy us time I said it because you like jokes! I-I didn’t say it so you could go jump into a portal to save the world! Screw the world! Screw all of it if it means I lose anyone!” Donnie ends up tearing up at the end.

Leo feels a lot of guilt creep up inside him. He was very aware about how being in the prison dimension and getting so hurt affected everyone.

At least he thought he was.

“I don’t think that, I’ve never thought that! You guys know I don’t just do this kind of stuff whenever, right?” Leo frantically looks between the three of them.

None of them can meet his gaze.

The guilt turns into a bit of hurt.

“Jeeze, you sacrifice yourself for the sake of the world once and suddenly you’re the craving death guy.” He deflects.

“Leo!” Mikey shouts, eyes starting to glow again.

“You’re joking now? Right at this moment? Am I hallucinating again? You can not be serious!” Donnie joins in on yelling.

Leo looks away from them, eyes landing on Raph.

He’s the only one who doesn’t get angry which surprises Leo. The anger was there at first, he could see it, then it flickered to something else.

Realization.

“You told us and I never thought you were bein serious.”

Donnie raises an eyebrow.

“Told us what exactly?”

“That he jokes to cope. You’re not telling jokes because you don’t care, you’re telling jokes because you’re afraid.”

Leo bites the inside of his cheek.

“I thought I was pretty obvious about it until you guys kept coming after me during the first Shredder situation. If I don’t joke, then I just stop moving and that leaves all of us without portals!”

“Why didn’t you just tell us? It sounds like you were scared the entire time!” Mikey frowns.

“Of course I was! He turned Draxum into a freaking raisin and almost killed dad! How could I not be scared!? What good would telling you I’m scared be? So you could do what? Actually, let me tell you exactly what you’d do. You’d do what you’ve been doing since Mikey rescued me and ignore everything just to make sure I’m okay. We didn’t have the time for that back then.”

“How often do you not tell us how you’re feeling just because it’s inconvenient or a detriment to the mission?” Donnie narrows his eyes.

“Have you considered how much I do say what I’m feeling only for you guys to say I’m being paranoid or messing around? Oh Leo, we should trust the weird spider lady. Leo, stop spraying the bugs to protect this guy from getting mutated. Who cares if we might get hurt during the mutant panic?”

Leo regrets his words as he sees the look of hurt on Raph’s face.

He sighs heavily.

“It’s not on you, big bro. The bigger problem is we kind of all ignore each other? I’m still afraid of bringing up the pizza puffs incident because I’m worried you’ll blow a blood vessel. Donnie got pretty mad about the pizza pigeon too. And then….” He trails off, remembering just how badly he messed up.

“Maybe that’s because we weren’t paying attention to your feelings then either.” Mikey says softly.

“No, what I did was all my fault. You and Donnie could have died.”

“You chose the wrong thing to do, but you were….really messed up, Leo. You didn’t even have much time after your panic attack. We should have taken over for you, or at least try to make you see you weren’t okay.”

“Then….I’m sorry that for as much as I talk, I don’t say what I need to say as much. I’ll try to do better, try to help us all do better.”

Mikey smiles brings him over, nuzzling his cheek against his.

“I suppose it’s my turn now. I am sorry for….a lot of things. I….know how I can be. While I have come to terms with the fact that there are parts of me that I should accept and never change, I do realize what you all put up with sometimes. I don’t always take care in focusing on what you all do for me, small things that can be taken for granted. I want you all to know that no matter what I say or do, I would still personally tear out the still beating heart of anything that comes after us. Then, I would put it on display as a warning.” Donnie says that last part nonchalantly.

There’s a few seconds of silence before Donnie is pulled into the collective hug.

The others are crying.

“Donnie, we love you too!” Mikey sobs.

“That was beautiful, Dee.” Raph sniffles.

“I’ve never heard you say something so emotional, kinda liking the mushy side.” Leo smiles through tears.

Donnie can’t help but tear up too.

He really did love his family more than anything.

Mikey soon lowers everyone down, the chains disappearing as well.

“Can Raph ask how you did all that now!?” Raph grips him by the shoulders.

“I….I don’t even really know. I just thought our family was going to fall apart and it just happened.” Mikey answers.

Donnie glances around.

“Your chains managed to get rid of a lot of the spores. I think the mushrooms must be weak to light like yours.”

Mikey’s eyes light up.

“I can make those things go away?”

“That’s my working theory, but…..I worry about your arms. I’m surprised that they aren’t hurt again now.“

“There is a pretty big difference between chains and opening up a portal to another dimension.” Leo comments, subtly checking over Mikey’s arms.

Mikey hums as he tries to think of a solution.

“Donnie, could you make a weapon?”

He makes a gun and hands it to him.

“Donnie!” Leo and Raph shout.

“Oh calm down, it’s just a dart gun.”

Mikey imbues the weapon with some of his ninpo.

“I need a mushroom to test it out on.”

Raph picks up Leo and Donnie in one arm and Mikey in another.

“Let’s find you one then.”

He carries them all off and together they carefully search for the mushrooms.

Eventually several start making their way towards them and Mikey shoots.

The bodies shrivel up almost right away at the ninpo dart stabbing them.

“Alright Mikey!” Leo cheers.

“If it’s his light that does it….then maybe these will work!” Donnie creates three UV light flashlights.

He hands two to Raph and Leo and wriggles out of Raph’s hold.

“Let’s make these mushrooms which they never evolved.”

The brothers start exterminating every single mushroom they come into contact with.

It feels nice to be able to take out the things that have been torturing them all night.

It’s almost cathartic. They couldn’t truly destroy the source of their fears, but they could waste some crappy mushrooms that triggered their PTSD.

“Do you think that was the last of them?” Raph questions after a lot of walking yielded no more mushrooms.

“When this kind of thing happens in movies, isn’t there usually one big version that controls the others?” Leo answers with his own question.

“I hate where you drew that conclusion from, but I hate that you’re right even more. My goggles picked up a much larger amount of mystic energy in one of the tunnels.” Donnie adds.

“Then we know what we gotta do. Those things aren’t going to hurt anymore people. Everyone on board?” Raph looks around.

Everyone nods with the same look of determination Raph has.

They grab their real weapons for good measure before heading down the tunnel Donnie got the reading from.

He and Mikey walked behind Raph who had Leo using his arm for assistance walking again.

Mikey can’t help but still feel a little afraid of the darkness they leave behind as they walk with their lights.

Donnie gently, purposefully bumps his hand against Mikey’s.

Mikey smiles a bit and holds his hand.

He smiles more when he notices Donnie’s tail wag.

After a good amount of walking, they come across the end of the tunnel that goes to a large opening.

Inside was a colony of the smaller mushrooms surrounding a humongous one.

“Let’s slice him up like he’s going on a pizza.” Raph readies his weapons.

The mushrooms start coming at them all’s

Leo opens up portals to send him and the others to different locations.

Raph mows down the mushrooms with his projection and Donnie supplies some clones with more UV lights.

Mikey jumps and flips around like crazy using mainly his legs as he shoots at the mushrooms. It’s freeing, not focusing on what he can’t do for once.

Donnie made grander, larger weapons with every launch of his ammunition. He let himself go all out. Therapeutic in its own way.

Leo may or may not be taking too much advantage of being able to use his portals again. They were useful in this chaotic fight sure, but it also meant a lot to be able to move around better.

This is the first fight they’ve had since the Krang and each of them felt like they got something back from it.

They keep fighting until the big mushroom finally ends up the same way as all the smaller ones.

The ones that were still alive also followed suit.

Now that the fight was over, they dragged themselves back to their home. It was entirely too late in the night and everything they went through was exhausting in its own right.

Mikey looks up at Raph, eyes almost closing, and makes grabby hands.

Raph feels his heart swell. It’s just like when they were kids.

He lifts him up, cradling him like he did Leo at the beginning of this whole situation.

Leo smiles tiredly at seeing them.

“Remember when you tried to convince me you were older and I said that all big brothers give piggy back rides? I can’t believe you and your big brain fell for that.”

Donnie considers this and suddenly stops right in front of him. When Leo almost falls over on him, Donnie takes the opportunity to get him on his shell.

“I am older.”

Leo rests his chin on Donnie’s head.

“Fine, just this once.”

Raph and Donnie carry their brothers to Raph’s room.

When Donnie, Mikey, and Leo are in the bed, Raph grabs his fluffiest possible blanket out of his collection and pulls it over all them after he’s wrapped himself around.

Donnie had his arm spread over Mikey and Leo who were cuddled up together.

Mikey also held Raph’s tight in his arms like it was the world’s most comfortable teddy bear.

They all drifted off to sleep, knowing that even if there were more nightmares, they’d deal with them.

None of them would ever be alone.

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[adeadlyobsession]

Riddle and female y/n are newly dating, and getting to know one another more.

Head prefects, patrolling a dark corridor late at night, she jumps at sight of a bug, mouse, whatever.

Riddle finds her to be silly and absurd, but indulges anyway. Tells her not to be scared, as he can protect her in the big, bad hallway. Teasing, and sarcastic. The situation merely amusing until she responds with passion.

Decides he's going to use the protective technique to his advantage in the future.

Up to you if it becomes explicit or not.

Thank you for considering this request.

Also your blog title is fire.

Aaah Thank you so much Anon! I hope you'll like this! (and thank you, I'm pretty proud of that blog title XD)

Only a few days had passed since Tom Riddle asked you out after a prefect’s meeting. The both of you had settled the date on the next Hogsmeade weekend, but until then, this was the first time you found yourselves alone, patrolling the corridors after curfew. 

Tom Riddle was a man of mystery. Brilliant, polite, charismatic, there was something of a glint in his eyes that you sometimes caught in between classes, like a piece of a puzzle your Ravenclaw mind was itching to put together. And here he was, seeking you out, allowing you to do just that while simultaneously refusing to give away any more pieces you needed to complete the full enigma. It was at times frustrating. But you were nothing if not patient.

You didn’t spend an excessive amount of time wondering why Riddle would be interested in you. After all, you were one of the rare people out there capable of outsmarting him, even if you kept that to yourself, listening to his friends brag about his successes as a measure to learn about yours. And brag, they did, often in awe, sometimes loudly, Riddle smirking yet saying nothing to contradict them. It all changed after Slughorn invited you to one of his soirées for the first time. Since that moment, and Slughorn’s excessive praises, there was no denying your capabilities to Riddle and his friends. There was no denying the weight of Riddle’s gaze on you everywhere you went. 

It seemed Riddle wanted to uncover the puzzle of you as much as you wanted to uncover his. 

“And how did you like your time there?” he asked, after you told him about a trip to Turkey in your youth.

“Istanbul was amazing. I would like to return there after Hogwarts, they have a special School of Charms and Transfiguration I would like to learn about more, very different from what we have here—”

You stopped talking as you both turned around to the sound of metal clanking on the ground. At once, you had your wand out, pointing in the direction of the sound, while Tom kept his hands in his pockets, looking unfazed. 

“Relax,” he said, “we probably just have–”

Something was moving, metal scraping against the stone floor, yet no footsteps could be heard. You stepped closer to Tom, grabbing his wrist in a vicious grip. He tensed besides you, finally pulling his wand out of his pocket, holding it loosely by his side. The sound got closer, and as it reached the corner of the corridor, you quickly pushed Tom towards an alcove on the wall, pressing yourself against him until he couldn’t take a step back. For a few seconds, you strained your ears for any sounds besides your own beating heart, when Tom wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“If you wanted to get closer to me, Y/N, you just had to say it.”

You looked up at him, smirking down at you, his face so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. A small meow broke the moment, making him grin wider, and you turned your head. A few meters away, you could see a cat struggling to remove itself from under what appeared to be an armor’s spaulder. It meowed again, moving closer and turning a few times in a circle, seemingly frustrated with its situation. Tom’s shoulders started shaking, and when you turned your attention back to him, he was chuckling silently. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I will protect you against this vicious beast.”

You pushed at him, pulling away, cheeks flaming red at your previous reaction.

“Shut up!” you managed to say, walking towards the poor creature both to hide your embarrassment and your amusement at the situation. “I’ve been stressed out with the NEWT’s coming.” you muttered at last, setting the cat free from its misadventure. It stayed sitting there, looking at you before it started to lick at its paw as if nothing had happened. 

Tom hummed, as if not believing you, walking where you were and gently picking up the cat that started purring the moment it was in his arms. 

“Such an evil threat, whatever shall we do with it now that we have caught it?”

“Can you stop? It could have been anything!”

“Yes, it could have. A mouse maybe, or perhaps a rat, much more dangerous these ones.”

You were very tempted to slap his arm as he smiled charmingly at you, but settled for petting the cat in his hold instead, fingers brushing his hands as you did so. 

“You know what I think Y/N? I think you’ve been nervous about spending some time alone with me.”

*Cocky* you thought as you looked up, meeting his gaze. 

“Oh please, what is there to be nervous about? We’ve done this plenty of times already.”

“I’ve been nervous about this.”

His apparent sincerity caught you off-guard, as well as the way his skin turned pink high on his cheekbones. Another piece of the puzzle, freely given this time. He looked down at the cat before bending again to let it go. When he stood up, you couldn’t hide your teasing smile. He frowned as he saw it.

“What?”

“So, Mr. Riddle gets nervous going out with pretty girls?”

He narrowed his eyes at you before he started walking away, seemingly intent on continuing the patrol.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” 

You picked up pace to match his stride.

“You just said it yourself.”

“I don’t get nervous around pretty girls,” he insisted, maintaining his pace. 

You mocked-gasped at him, feigning hurt.

“You don’t think that I am pretty?”

He smirked, walking slower.

“No.”

Your expression turned incredulous before outrage slowly sinked in. 

“Well, thank you, I –”

“I get nervous around gorgeous and accomplished ladies.” 

You stopped talking, mouth hanging open before you closed it with an audible pop. He took your hand and slowly brought it to his lips, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. You watched him as he did, breath catching in your throat. Of anything you expected from him, this was not it. When he let go of your hand, you grabbed at the lapel of his robes instead and pulled, crashing your lips against his. The kiss was short, as you teared yourself away, realizing what you just did, but Tom drew you back, chasing your lips with an arm around your waist and a hand on your cheek. You closed your eyes, breathing in through your nose as you kissed him back, reaching on your tip-toes to wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you did so. 

Something furry dragged against the back of your leg and you gasped away with a squawk, almost stepping on the cat that wrapped itself around your ankle. Tom exploded in laughter as you held against him.

“You know, I’m starting to think I like it when you are scared,” he said after catching his breath. You could almost see the cogs turning behind his innocent smile.

“Tom Riddle, don’t you dare!”

“Or maybe I should just get you a cat. They are worthy predators after all.”

“I am not kissing you ever again!”

You started walking away, almost running from him, but he caught up quickly and held your hand for the rest of your patrol. 

When he left you in front of the Ravenclaw’s common room, you proved yourself wrong with a kiss and a promise for next time.

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[annymation]

The one thing I kept going back to on the Wish movie, not as a whole but the first thing that comes to mind about it, was that it bugged me SO MUCH that Star made Asha's dress and part of her hair sparkly but not actually giving her a new dress, which could have been a cool homage to Cinderella.

Like, it was so easy for them to do a tiny homage to where she got a little clothing change, but....they didn’t and I remember feeling so disappointed when that part happened (i mean even more so since that point i kinda mentally clocked out and was waiting for the film to end XD)

Seriously what was up with that scene of Star just making her dress sparkly??? It makes me so bamboozled that someone thought that would be a good idea

YAAAAS DISNEY, GIVE US NOTHING!

#wish disney #wish movie #disney

[teenandbeyond]

As someone who hasn't gotten that far in One Piece either, I think you did great job in the Kid request. Thank you! ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ

And I've come to bug and request again but with Uryū Ishida from Bleach this time!

Prompt- "I'm always thinking of you.."

So the reader (f. artist) one time spotted Uryū (her classmate) using his powers with Ichigo against a Hollow, and she couldn't help but to be captivated by his stance and weapon. Since this day she's used him as a muse to create art pieces, most if not all, contain some sort of part of him.

Either way, throughout this time Uryū has noticed the constant stares but assumed he was just imagining it. That was until one afterschool he quickly turned and caught her eyes on him, but no matter how long he kept eye contact she wouldn't look away. This was too strange for him so he decided to confront her then and there.

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Uryu Ishida x Fem.Artist Reader

Thanks, I just needed this to get a little practice for writing his character. Edit: I promise I'm not dead! I finished this forever ago, but it got buried under drafts, and I forgot after I came back xD

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🏹You Intrigue Me🏹 (Bleach)

Warning: Fluff(?), I ended up not having to use female pronouns, so anyone can read

You catch the smartest kid in your class using powers with Ichigo, the designated bad boy. What an odd match...but perhaps there's something under the surface?

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Your morning walk to school was as normal as any other day.

Until it wasn't.

Your foot halted, hovering over the asphalt as you tensed in fear from a bloodcurdling screech.

You slowly turned your head, your body heating up.

You could feel it, whatever it was.

And you wanted no parts, you had no urge to be curious.

“I’ll just walk to school quickly—”

It was in front of you in an instant as you face forward.

At this point, you grew so tense you thought your muscles would snap.

It growled lowly, drool falling from its toothy grin.

You wanted to run, you really did.

But your feet wouldn’t move.

You let out an involuntary whimper, shrinking back.

Move, you needed to move! Run!

And you finally snapped out of it, just in time, too.

The spot you abandoned was soon replaced with large claws burrowing into the street.

You hid behind a nearby building, hoping that whatever it was couldn’t lock on a scent.

But you could feel it, edging closer.

Until…

You could feel something else…or, two somethings.

“Go find your own! I don’t need your help!”

Your brows furrowed, that voice…was familiar.

“This isn’t a small fry—trust me, I don’t want to be near you either—but this is a much higher priority than your pettiness.”

“More like your pettiness. You’re way pettier than I am!”

You peeked around the corner and you couldn’t believe it.

It was Ichigo Kurosaki…and Uryu Ishida? Together?

And what were they wearing? That isn’t how they usually dress.

And…why did they have weapons? Not that you were upset considering there was a scary monster, but what were they going to do?

Ichigo ran for the beast first, swinging his sword, which you noticed he was somewhat barbaric with.

“You can’t just jump in like that, you need to strategize!” Uryu growled, drawing back an arrow.

“I strategize we kill this thing!” Ichigo grunted back.

You found yourself zeroing in on Uryu, how he’d smoothly adjust his aim when Ichigo made the monster move too much.

You were impressed with his form, so confident and sure, so elegant.

Then he let it go, and your eyes widened at the beautiful attack.

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But that was a few days ago, you never told them you saw them. Figuring everyone had their secrets and things they didn’t want people to know, you weren't the type to interrogate.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t think about that day…a lot.

Or…someone a lot.

Ever since that day, every time you would do anything related to art it would somehow relate to him. First, it was unconsciously…then, you just went with it.

Like you were doing now, you were sketching him drawing back his arrow.

Everyone knew you sketched, so they paid no mind.

And the teacher didn’t care because you were in the top 5 of your school, as long as you did the homework, there were no issues.

But that was no problem, you knew everything about the course already.

Anyway, away from school.

Your gaze flicked to him for the twentieth time today.

Uryu Ishida.

And you internally smacked yourself for not paying more attention to him sooner.

While on Uryu’s end, he thought he was imagining the heavy gaze on his head.

Every time he’d subtly look back, no one was looking, so he’d given up days ago.

Until afterschool one day, he felt that heavy feeling and turned.

Ha! He’d finally caught the suspect!

It was you?

He expected you to look away, often he was told his gaze was intimidating.

But you didn’t falter.

“Strange…” he muttered.

You tilted you head in curiosity as he approached you with determination.

“[Last Name].”

“Yes?”

“Why have you been watching me?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it’s just…”

How do you explain this to him without admitting you saw him use powers and weapons and things?

“Wha—How do you know about that?”

You followed his gaze and yelped when you realized your sketchbook was wide open on a page of him.

Well, guess your book did the explaining for you?

“Uh…”

“How do you know about this?” he glared, snatching the book.

“Hey!”

He flipped the pages, easily dodging your attempts to get it back.

“And why are there so many?”

You groaned in embarrassment.

“Are you plotting something? Are you undercover?”

“What? No! Undercover for what?”

He took in your expression for a second, seeing genuine confusion and embarrassment.

“Hm…Not undercover…”

You tried to grab the book while he was still, but he simply moved his arm.

“But that doesn’t explain why this book is filled with me? How do you even know about my powers?”

“I just happened to see you one day…” you admitted.

“So, this is from a single time?”

You averted your gaze, “Well, ever since I saw you fight—I just found you so beautiful and—Uh, er…I just--from an artist’s standpoint, your form is very pretty. I’m always thinking of you when I try to do any art and…”

“I see,” he coolly replied, although he was fortunate you were too embarrassed to take in his lightly flushed cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I won’t draw you anymore! I know that’s probably weird!”

“Mm…I don’t mind, you draw me well, at least.”

You take back your book in surprise, jolting at the brush of fingers.

“But I think I can offer you a little more to work with than that. Are you available?”

#uryu ishida #bleach uryu #bleach fluff #uryu x reader #anime #bleach #bleach oneshot #uryu

[katyspersonal]

I know you got like ten of these already but I still demand Crow/Annalise thoughts 🖤

Hrrrrg -_-. Oh look, it is you, with your boss x servant ships (lmao look WHO is talking fsjdhfhds) Okay, let's see what I think of the two... I main Annalise x her dead King, but let's say an alternative take when the previous one was not that big of a deal + L + arranged anyways.

🌑 In my thing, the four would kinda be friends since they were kids - Annalise, Maria, Crow (Eidinghardt) and King (Elisabeth/Elias)! Or at least, forced to interact due to the status and bloodlines shenanigans. Whereas Eidin was a little bit of 'mean older brother' to Elias and rather close to Maria, with Annalise he actually kept butting heads and thought she was a typical snobby princess as soon as he learned what title of the princess even entailed. Other two had to actually be the peacemakers between the two more than once! Most of the good moments between Annalise and Eidin were under watchful eye of the other two x)

🚩 It was later teen years when Eidin started to notice his feelings towards Annalise were going in the 'You are annoying. Unfortunately, in a kinda sexy way...' direction. He did not make an effort in delivering them to her, however, if someone who noticed (all two of such people, since Crow is actually a SKILLED tsundere) trolled him about it, he'd manipulate the conversation in a way to draw as much attention to himself as possible - while still looking like a victim of an """unfair""" interrogation, hahah. He liked being bullied about his (presumed) crush, whereas playing the role of hating it, WHEREAS playing it in such a way that people WOULD bug him more. He is just a nasty man like that, that's the way I like him! (and that's your fault btw lol)

🌑 When the holy blood was brought to Cainhurst (that tooooootally was not just a step in the plan of creating a baby to summon the Moon.... not at ALLLL...), Eidin was actually one of the first to submit himself as a 'Guardian' of the Queen of Blood, to acquire Blood Dregs for her. He passed it as simply loving the idea of murdering weak, broken people to provide further chaos and glory for his nobles, but in reality he was soooooOoooooOOooo horny over the fact that her blood was flowing in his veins now @_@ Like, ohhhh my god.

🚩 However, he would observe what other Guardians allowed themselves to do, like kissing Anna's hand, speaking very reverential words to her, all that, and just try to mimic it, to not come across as caring 'too much'. He would totally blow it up, though, always sounding too passionate when he'd return to her with his offerings, when he'd kneel and kiss her hand for far too long. Eidin would go from 'being smart at hiding his feelings' to 'THINKING he is smart when literally everyone could see what he was up to', without even being aware of it xd Annalise would've noticed too, of course - she is not clueless! However, whereas she is usually strict (cruel, even) to people that try to 'fool' her, thinking she was too stupid to see through them, with Crow she'd give him a pass, being intrigued with how much further he could've gotten caught in his passion while deluded with the idea of being slick.

🌑 Annalise actually ended up simping hard for him, hoping that he'd get enough balls to come genuine and clear about his feelings some time, but she would not give her own feelings away. She had a status and reputation to uphold! And was puzzled on how she could guarantee it was all safe. So the two would've had a period of giving each other hints and fantasising about each other while separated.

🚩 However, they were still making the best out of their conversations. Eidin even allowed himself to sit at the empty throne beside Annalise a few times, having a casual chat with her. Usually it was them being petty haters towards some other people in the castle xD But sometimes it was just them discussing the concerns of the future of the Cainhurst's glory (with threats looming over them from the Healing Church), missing Maria, being regretful about poor Elias offering himself as a sacrifice for the Child of Blood, and of course shit-talking Logarius that "totally had hots for Annalise and refused to admit them" (that they both hated with their guts and found disgusting). In general, they at least found very understanding friends in each other at the end, not even recalling how they were petty and hostile as children.

🌑 They'd share a kiss, though. At some point, Crow noticed Annalise was nervous because of Elias, marriage and all that stuff. Seeing Annalise being not dead ice cold and certain about something was a rare sight, of course, and Eidin was driven not just by selfish motivations, but by genuine concern and wish to comfort. He offered himself as a volunteer to practice the scene of marriage and oath - naturally, going too hard with his own side of speech and with the kiss. He did not bother to deny it as 'simply playing a good role' and Annalise did not bother to troll him about this. Whereas most of the ships I am active on rely on open communication, with these two it is the opposite; they often rely on the 'tension', giving hints to one another and simply hoping the other would 'get it'. However, Anna was the one who demanded it at least three other times, despite being kinda calm by then. But it was not 'reliving' the situation what calmed her nerves, but instead, coming to terms with what she actually wanted - be it possible or not.

🚩 They would both be heartbroken, though, after Cainhurst's massacre and the telepathic bond between Crow and Annalise being severed. When Paleblood Hunter has a consanguineal contract with her, Annalise mentions that they could be the only ones left of Vilebloods when Arianna and Crow exist, implying the contract should be refueled once in a while. Both Anna and Eidin still keep one another in thoughts and hope the other does the same. Eidin has it especially hard, though. I have this semi-shitpost semi-sad headcanon that should he meet a woman with long red hair - he will fall into delusion that Anna is 'fucking with him' via other people and serve this person ;-; He can't shake the feeling that she must be watching over him in one way or another... He just never feels alone, even if this is just a lunatic's coping strategy.

🌑 While it lasted, actually both would be revering in it feeling like 'forbidden love'. There was something exciting for them both about this secrecy, even though they never directly communicated with each other about what exactly their status was. Each believed the other just 'got it' - and honestly, they believed right. But they would try to have activities just between one another, away from anyone who'd spread the word or judge, like going in the woods or pretending to be the commoners in Yharnam under covers. Just enjoying spending time together! On the dark side, it were these under-cover quality times together how they caught the rumours of bad things looming over Cainhurst and getting prepared (which we all know did not even help them). In these times, Crow always loved getting sweets and flowers (always the most deep red color possible) for Annalise. They would also sometimes play physical pranks on Laurence or Ashton, albeit Patches also wanted to do that... so they were often crossing Patches, too... xD

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Thank you for the ask, though! Sorry if it is not very long, but I hope I got the point across anyways. Also not me realising this ship is actually REALLY good while writing this

#bloodborne #annalise queen of the vilebloods #bloody crow of cainhurst #crownalise #ask replies #why you gotta be like this...

[partywithoutsmiling]

how did you find your way into the trolls fandom? What lured you in?

I got more interested in the fandom since 2020 actually, when World Tour dropped. Pretty sure that was the time that I actually made this blog, with plans of contributing- buuuut life got in the way rather messily and that made it hard to keep any investment into anything for long.

But I have been naturally aware of Trolls since the first movie dropped in 2016- especially has been aware of it ever since the very cringy teaser for it dropped XD

The first movie... didn't really win me over, not by itself pf. The whole odd cinderella story aside, the trolls themselves just didn't feel hashed out to me? And their design kinda creeped me out a little bit XD (2016 Poppy especially hits some kind of uncanny valley area for me lol)

Aesthetically, it was kinda off putting- the saturation has been too over the top in certain parts, and the lighting was really odd- even in well lit areas, all of it just seemed too dark and as an artsy person, that really bugged me pft. Story wise, it also seemed like your typical clishe 'Cheery and Moody people forced to spend time together, eventually falls in love' so yeah, I was not impressed by Trolls 2016 XD

Then, Trolls World Tour hit the streaming- and I got *very* interested in the sudden expanded lore. I know there is, for some reason, a prevalent hatred by some hardcore Trolls 2016 fans? (I mean, eh, I personally think that the first movie is weakest of them all but ehhh) But anyway- edging away from Trolls just being little dancing and singing oddballs and making them part of a varying species with complicated culture and history- that really spoke to me. I know the ending is really controversial, as it ended kinda too 'and everyone is friends now', but I liked the allegory about erasing cultures, either from outright hostile takeover (Barb) or through well meaning pity (Poppy)

This movie also made me a Broppy shipper XD Because it was *so* refreshing to actually see that no, their love confession in the first one wasn't about romantic love- but it was just admitance to caring and affection in general, platonic, nothing romantic at all. The fact they didn't keep his overly saturated colours after True Colours, and kept him muted in the sequel, also really pleased me, as no, it will take a while for Branch to heal from his ordeal in life and it's not always a smooth ride (As a person dealing with depression, I appreciate that).

Their characters also felt more genuine if that makes sense, more fleshed out. I know people complain about Snack Pack being pushed aside, but, honestly, they don't have much personality in movie one, and I didn't expect them to continue have one in the sequel; I browsed through Beat Goes On maybe once, and I can adapt some of their cartoon personalities, but otherwise, I can't say I care much for canon Snack Pack XD (Kudos to all the fanfic writers who actually made them real living and breathing beings, you are the real heroes of the story pff)

And of course, I do have to mention the whole artstyle and design choice of the movie. More than ever the world of Trolls looks like someone's crafts project and I love it- it's so original, and so different from what we are used to seeing- and not only they made their designs more rounded, softer, making them loose that uncanny valley feeling, the lighting also got exponentionally better. The colours are not as aggressivelly saturated and lean more into pastels, and it definitelly fits them better.

Then of course, Trolls Band Together hit the theatres late 2023 XD I can't say I have been that impressed by the trailers? They seemed very... hmm, clishe? XD But I decided to give it a watch anyway and realized that they are finally owning what they always were meant to be - a silly, clishe, nostalgia filled jukebox musical XD Essentially, instead of trying that hard, they decided to just have fun, and you can see they are having fun making these silly movies now

(Also Velvet's and Veneer's final escape chase scene set to Sweet Dreams is a bloody banger and I haven't been so entertained in ages lol)

To wrap it up, Broppy XD Honestly, their whole relationship growth over the course of the three movies is just fantastic (and in the holiday specials! if you havent watched the one after TWT, I recommend, the feels are real) and I cannot remember if I ever seen an animated movie franchise do a slowburn like this, I really appreciate it, I don't mind that I had to wait years for canon Broppy kiss XD

And honestly, what finished it for me, it's just the lore of the whole world expanding. Being a very creative person, I do like when I have something to bite into and to play with- and with all the sequels now out, I can finally appreciate the story the first movie presented us with- now, finally, it feels like it finally fits in XD

Sorry that was probably too long but pff, you did ask XD

Tldr; Got into the fandom after TWT in 2020 but real life got in the way in contributing; TBT sparked that interest anew and enough that I wanted to finally join for real

I got lured by 90s nostalgia and fun silly craft supplies designs of everything, and also because I am sucker for slowburns and family feels

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fandom #ask #anon ask

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 66 - I have vague memories of this statement regarding the first time I listened to it and what I was doing… I wanna say I sat on the couch?

It's so funny that in every statement with Salesa he's described as this crooked intimidating antiques dealer with whom you absolutely don't want to be on bad terms with (which probably is true), but when we actually meet Salesa he seems like this welcoming funny guy.

"His grip was just as strong as I would have guessed and for a second I was suddenly afraid he was going to kill me. Instead, he looked me in the eyes for a long moment before he said very softly, “don’t go to sleep”." - There, hard on the outside… a bit softer on the inside. The statement-giver thought Salesa was going to kill him when in reality Salesa wanted to safe his life.

"I have never suffered from claustrophobia before but it didn’t take long for it to set in " - Buried episodes usually don't do much for me. I too have never suffered from claustrophobia. Been caving, no problem. MRs, no problem. I guess if I ever thought to be buried alive I would also panic, but I think it's very unlikely to happen? There are no strong earthquakes where I live. I live far enough from the nearest mountain so mudslides are also unlikely. I don't go skiing, that makes avalanches also not something I might encounter…

"The thing that finally brought me out of it was the realization that if I’d been breathing so hard and for so long but was still conscious, that must mean there was airflow and that I wasn’t completely buried alive. That sudden moment of relief ended abruptly though, when I swear I felt the box get smaller." - The Buried is one of the Entities that fights you really hard when there's the chance for you to feel less fear. The coffin is the same, that's why Fiona Law ended up in it. But the statement-giver in MAG 129 made it out using an anchor, so it's possible depending on the manifestation (or at what stage you're at, like Joshua Gillespie in MAG 2. He never opened the coffin, it never got that far).

I think that these returning moments of hope was what kept the statement-giver alive. He probably would have been processed faster or died faster if he didn't think he might make it out (having enough air, seeing light) and the box tried so very hard to crush (ha!) his hope. But this gave him enough time to wait it out until Salesa and Lukas finally could get to him.

"He looked at me then over to Salesa, shrugged, and handed him a 20 pound note before turning around and walking out of the shipping container" - I remember that I did laugh at this (and now I remember I was definitely listening on the couch), as I instantly recognized this as a bet XD

"Surprisingly, it seems comprehensive shipping records are harder for Tim to flirt his way into than police reports" - lol

"There are several online orders of petrol, lighter fluid, pesticides, and high-powered torches." - Hmmm, the pesticides? Did Gertrude already prepare for Prentiss? I mean she was still Archivist when Prentiss gave her statement. Or was this for something else? Amherst didn't strike me that much of a bug buddy, although that ant building was his. Still, him taking over Ivy Meadows and Klanxbüll in Germany were all cases of diseases.

"I cannot help but wonder if there is a reason she was keeping the files in disarray. I’m not convinced she would approve of my efforts to organize them." - He's absolutely right there.

grbookworm1818, there it is^^ I think I have already forgotten that from MAG 4 on my first listen, especially since I had a very hard time with MAG 4.

"The more I learn about Gertrude, the more I respect her, and the more I worry about her motives." - Not everything is black and white, Jon. Her motives were good, her methods questionable…

"Perhaps I’ve been focusing on the wrong question, and the most important thing isn’t who killed her, but why." - Quite right, definitely worth looking into.

This supplemental has already so much story in it, but you only realize this over the course of XX episodes.

She ordered the pesticide after hearing Benoît Maçon's statement

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #mag 66 #lycanlovingvampyre

[tunabesimpin]

Matilda, Lilith an Zuza!!(he's a sloth i'll send you sloth pictures later)

Matilda will be wearing a two peace bikini all black as she crushes everyone but mostly Floyd in volley ball

Lilith will be wearing a one peace pink sparkly a frilly(Vil bought it for her) an will be making sand castles with Grim an probably cheka

an Zuza shall wear nothing becuse he is a sloth he will be wearing the sun glasses Catar put on his face he doesn't wish to be rude after all he shall be be relaxing under the sun making sure no one drowns

Zuza saw the flier an thought it seemed like a relaxing time Floyd bugged Matilda about it until she agreed to go an Floyd convincing Lilith was easy all he asked was "hay shrimpy want to go to the beach?" the answer was a double yes light green an blue are my favoirite colors

--- Of the different groups that arrived so far, this trio shone brightest. A sloth, a fae, and little kid was quite eye catching after all, especially considering the sloth was floating as well. But, this allowed them to group up with friends all the easier.

With Floyd practically bouncing across the sand, it was well timed Zuza had took his leave. He floated off and to find some shade, even if he was acting as a guardian, he still planned to relax as well. Matilda had let Lilith off her her shoulders, just in time as Floyd had began acting up already. He peered towards Lilith and began teasing "Hmm? Is that a princess I see? If you're not careful the big bad sea monster will get you~" Lilith was already used to Floyds oddness and giggled "No you won't! I'm a strong princess! You'll never catch me!" Floyd gave a toothy grin and bared his hands like claws. Lilith only laughed more as she took off running towards Cheka to go play.

Matilda gave a content sigh seeing Lilith start to play with Cheka while Leona kept a lazy eye on them. Ripping Matilda's attention back to him, Floyd tossed a volleyball towards her. She caught the ball effortlessly, her competitive spirit flaring up "Challenging me to a game? I won't go easy on you." Floyd's face lit up "Hah! As if I'd let you!" The menacing aura was intense, sending shivers up their teammates spines as the two approached the court. No matter which side you were on, there was no safety... ---

AND CUE THE VOLLEYBALL SCENE FROM FATE- XD I SWEAR Since you sent that scene its been stuck in my brain LOLOLOL Lets hope the other teammates won't get hit by Floyd or Matilda ! Thank you for joining in on the event I hope you enjoy!!!

#tuna be talkin #fate-muse-club-house #tunasseasidesq #twst fanevent #event request #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst fanart

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

remembered that one thing cc!tommy said when talking about the finale where he raised the question about whether c!dream planned it or not and this appeared on my notes app suddenly. help.

TWs: abuse, infantilisation, codependency, isolation, possessive behaviour, victim blaming, manipulation, c!Dream’s perspective is it’s own warning tbh.

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“dream?”

tommy's eyes were adorably wide, his face innocent and curious. so dependent. helpless, apart from dream's mercy.

prime, he couldn’t thank xd enough for this. it was perfect.

“yes, my little bug?”

“i, uh…” tommy took a nervous glance to the floor, fiddling with the white hair on his fringe. seeing tommy with all those scars, every one proof of the fun the two of them had done together, yet completely oblivious to any of it, was so amusing it was hard to not laugh sometimes. “you remember when we met? and, uh, the other boy, the one with the horns.”

huh. hearing that stupid fucking ram mentioned still filled him with utter rage. he'd ruined everything, hadn’t he? and it couldn’t have been tommy's fault. kind, sweet tommy, who'd been the only one to reach an olive branch, who'd been the only one to realise he was simply misguided and never wrong even to the last. he had to have been manipulated, forced. the idea of anyone hurting tommy like that, just to get at him, filled him with pure, blind rage.

at least when he hurt tommy it was always for their own good.

he forced his tone to be level. “what about him?”

“i want to go and meet him again, maybe? i went out, and i found his base is super close to ours, so i was thinkin', maybe the two of us could go and-“

tommy yelped in surprise as dream slapped him. it wasn’t anything harsh, not enough to do more than sting a bit, but the hurt in his eyes was an almost comical overreaction. of course, though, it was the first time he'd hit tommy since the incident. he'd get used to it, if he kept misbehaving.

“oi! what the fuck, man? i- i- why did you hit me?” tommy sniffled. good to know he was always a little drama queen. how fascinating. “dream, i thought you- i thought you wanted to be my friend…”

“shh, shh. tommy, of course i want to be your friend. you’re almost like a little brother to me, remember? and that means i have to keep you safe. even with tough love.” dream smiled, gently reaching out to ruffle tommy's hair, revelling in the adorably confused look on his face. “it’s normal, tommy. this is how all friends act, remember?”

“oh.” tommy sounded utterly ashamed. “i- i didn’t fuckin' know, man. it just… it doesn’t feel right. it feels all like- like it makes my stomach turn all wiggly and throat all burny. like i'm getting a fever or sommat.”

“and that’s why you need me, right?” dream beckoned tommy over- his tommy, his sweet, helpless little brother, his to protect, his to watch over. if the rest of the server would reject his gentle hand, he could at least take care of one person. maybe he wasn’t useless. wrapping his arms around tommy, he let the boy cry into his shoulders. seeing tommy so unguarded was proof he was helping, right? “i know you can’t remember much, little bug. i can remember it all for you.”

tommy continued to throw himself a pity party for a bit, before pulling away, still sniffling. “i- i know you’re right, man, you always are, dream. always. but why can’t we meet him?” oh so innocent. so naive. it broke dream's heart, sometimes.

“tommy, the outside world is dangerous. it'll chew you up and spit you out. it'll change you, from the brother i love into a scared little shell. it'll convince you to hate everything that keeps you safe, to misbehave. it'll tell you you need to hide your kindness behind a shield, that you need to be angry and aggressive and hide everything you love. it’s safer here, where i'll never judge you or hurt you, right?”

tommy raised a hand to his cheek, furrowing his brow. “but…” he sighed. “alright, dream. but if you’re lying about this, i'm gonna fuckin' kill you.”

oh, if only he knew. “of course, tommy. i'd never lie to you, would i?”

tommy lowered his head, obviously ashamed of himself for questioning dream. good. he was learning. “course you wouldn’t. sorry, man.”

“oh, tommy. if only you knew what i've been through to keep you safe.”

#my writing #dream smp #dream smp fic #primeboys (derogatory) #tw abuse #tw infantilisation #tw codependency #tw isolation #tw possesive behaviour #tw victim blaming #tw manipulation

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Please could you tell me all about your wool mattress? I looked into them a bit years ago (when I had chronic fatigue and was reading all sorts of scary things about the toxic fire-retardants in our mattresses we're breathing all night) but at the time I couldn't justify the expense, when my own mattress was only a few years old. Would love to hear why you love yours so much!

Where to start... XD

So, for everybody else that might not know this, in many places before the advent of modern foam mattresses, people slept in mattresses filled with wool, feathers, or hay. Where I live, as wool has been one of the main products for a long, long time, wool mattresses were the most common type.

(picture reference)

My parents' first home was a beach cabin, and we had wool mattresses there, which we left behind for the next owner when we moved; friends of mine that live on the countryside still have them in some places. So I had experience with them since childhood, and around last year, as I kept waking up with back pain every day, I started thinking more and more seriously about getting one, and earlier this year, after some research I found what is, to my knowledge, the only wool mattress maker in my city; so I bit the bullet and got one made for myself.

The saga of the purchase itself was something, because the shop was very folkloric, the owner a chatty old man who ballparked the cost of the mattress to me, and who also had on one of his tables something that looked like a wheel of cheese, but didn't smell like cheese but also didn't look like wood or a tool and I was too afraid to ask what it was. Anyways.

The cost itself in my case was around the same price a good foam mattress of the same size. The main difference that way is that a foam mattress will last you a decade, perhaps, a wool mattress can last a lifetime. BUT wool mattresses also require maintenance; you need to air them regularly (it will vary depending on the relative humidity of the place you live at, how many hours you spend in bed, etc), turn them around and flip them to distribute sinking, and because wool coils up, they need to be opened and the filling combed down and fluffled up once in a while (this also varies depending on your weight, hours spent in bed, level of comfort with flatness/stiffness, etc). Some say once every two years or so, it can be less it can be more. I think it is more organic that way, somehow (?) like how people joke about mattress stores being all fronts for money laundering because it is an item people so seldomly purchase, but when mattresses have maintenance, then the business does become sustainable. I digress.

So, experience these past few months: change of mattress hasn't really affected my fatigue at all, so probably the fire retardants are not relevant (wool itself isn't really that flammable at all without any additives, so that's still a pro if you are concerned about the fire retardant and other processing chemicals present in foam), but my morning back and neck pain is gone. GONE. And I sleep much better at night. You can feel the breathability of the material. Same with the support. The support of a foam mattress has a completely different tension. Think the difference of feel between stretchy pants and fitted pants that have no elastic component to them. The support is firm rather than tense.

Some people worry about wool attracting bugs, but I have never seen one of these get infested (?) so that's up for debate, I think. One pro of wool mattresses is that you can bend them and roll them up for cleaning and ventilation, but they also have the con that they are much heavier than a foam mattress, so I think if you aren't particularly buff, carrying a queen or king sized one from one room to another will require two people. The level of softness/stiffness of the mattress will depend a lot on the type and amount of wool it has.

I think I have covered all with this (?) If there's something else you'd like to know, please ask!

In general I am very happy with my choice and recommend it wholeheartedly to anyone for whom the pros as presented outweight the cons.

#mattresses #wool #ask #cuppatealove

[lonely--shine]

Alnair 🌂🧠 Atlas 🍎🎯 Shell 🎓🍀 Ebis ✨🥊🎯 Marcus 🌂

Thanks for all the questions!! :D Let's see...

*Alnair

🌂 - What genre do they belong in? Fantasy! She's an Arcana game OC, so fantasy all the way in.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC? They're the perfect mashup of self-insert to project into and character of its own to explore paths I myself would personally not walk through. I also love how she lets me rewrite canon events however I want xD

*Atlas

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? In short, pretty good! Atlas has two moms, Naith (they/them) and Irdred (she/her) (and the auntcle/biological father, Laith (she/he/they)) and loves them very much. Atlas picked many interests from them (art, gardening, etc), specially from Naith. And athough he travels far and often (he picked that from Laith), he still keeps in touch regularly and visits home once in a while.

...wow, me giving a character a perfectly healthy background/family. This is rare to happen. Quick, make a wish!

🎯 -What do they do best? All things plants. In magic? That means potions, charms, etc. In daily life? You got him gardening, cooking, brewing tea... If it involves working with plants one way or another, he has you covered.

*Shell

🎓 - How long have you had the OC? I wanna say May 2021? *goes check* Yeah, I posted about her in June 2021 for the first time, so maybe I had her for like. maybe a month before that. Which means I had her for almost three years already? And she's still so little developed? Gods. In my defence I don't choose what my brain fixates on and also my life went to shit in late 2021 and kept like that for two years, so yeah. I want to take better care of my OCs and stories now tho ^^

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC? At first I just needed someone to comfortably play Asra's and Julian's routes with because it didn't quite work with either Alnair nor Atlas. Then I started wondering if it was possible to have one character that fitted all six Arcana routes. So I gave her an angsty backstory by which her identity was stripped and to be reshaped by the route she takes, gave her the name 'Shell' solely so I could have the play on words "Shell is your name and that's what you shall become" as part of her 'curse', and ta-daa! Yet another OC for the collection was born xD

*Ebis

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name? Okay, bear with me. Ebis is a Submachine OC, loosely based on the Player. And I say 'loosely' because there isn't really any information about Player to base Ebis on. Anyway, in one of the games you get out a padded room and there's the patient number 2183. Which, in digital clock numbers, if mirrored, kinda read like 'Ebis' if you squint hard enough. That's the logic Ebis follows to choose her name, since she wakes up without memories and it's easier to think of herself as 'Ebis' than a 4 digit number anyway.

Maybe it's a dumb way to decide for a name but if it works it works.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do? She loves tinkering away with computer software, which is good for her because she makes a job out of it post-canon (I have not written about that, but it exists in my head), and also numeric games for when she wants to scratch that brain itch without dealing with the inevitable bugs. She also loves gardening and not only that but needs to get her hands into the dirt and feel the sun on her face regularly for optimal mental stability. As for hating... I can only think of anything that would involve her going underground? Trauma related thing, after Submachine she's had enough underground for the rest of her life. Otherwise I don't know, I haven't given much thought to it. Oh! But she's incapable of sitting still and doing nothing, if that counts.

🎯 -What do they do best? She's very good at computers and programming... and the less socially accepted side of it as well (by which I mean she knows how to hack stuff, but she doesn't do that post-canon, and in-canon she does by necessity).

*Marcus

🌂 - What genre do they belong in? As the other Submachine OC I guess sci-fi/fantasy? Adventure? There's some post-apocalypse vibes to much of the game as well. Post-canon this would turn to the fluffy slice-of-life this poor tired man (and Ebis as well) deserves.

And that's all!! I believe I have talked enough for the day, thank you so much for the questions, they made my day :D

#shine answers #ask #ask game #I didn't proof read this so please forgive any typos #the arcana #submachine

[panzershrike-pretz]

RODION

Source: x x x | x x x | x x x -> song: Something Wild

You had your maps drawn You had other plans To hang your hopes on Every road they let you down felt so wrong So you found another way You've got a big heart The way you see the world It got you this far You might have some bruises And a few of scars But you know you're gonna be okay And even though you're scared You're stronger than you know If you're lost out where the lights are blinding Caught in all, the stars are hiding That's when something wild calls you home, home If you face the fear that keeps you frozen Chase the sky into the ocean That's when something wild calls you home, home

- About;

- Rodion Mahari - he/him

Rodion's name came from the book Crime and Punishment, one of my favorites of all time (and I absolutely recommend!! Read it!!). In the book, Rodion Raskólnikov is the main character and I knew I LOVED the name (I keep saying it aloud as a vocal stim even years after I read the book xD).

Mahari is his partner's surname, my best friend's @isazmoon former oc.

- Carpenter

His work aboard Blithe consist of maintenance and woodwork along the vessel; given that it was Rodion's former job before piracy, he spends most of his time taking care of Blithe. A skilled carpenter can keep the ship afloat even with major damage, just enough for it to reach a safe place to be restored - and that Rodion knows how to do really well.

Other than that, Rodion is also a really skilled fighter as gunner, that being his secondary role.

- God of Gold, of Lighting and of Woodwork

As many of the other members of the crew, Rodion is no more than a minor God - and the last one of the Gods to be presented. He's not powerful, but can still manage with what he has.

Rodion is capable of manipulating gold and turning things in it by touch, although generally speaking he tries not to use it. It's a temporary thing and normally whatever he turns into gold will turn back to normal in a while - unless it's a curse (for example, turning people in gold as punishment for a wrongdoing).

Lightning manipulation is another of his abilities; Rodion is able to store electricity in his body and project it out in bursts, although it can be dangerous to him and people around. It is strictly used during battles and can't be used out of it, given the risk.

Rodion is a really strong and tough guy, given his boar-like phisique. He can endure a good amount of strikes and punches - it does get to him eventually, tho. Boy's always complaining because he does shit, gets hurt and only feels it a good time later.

Finally, turning into a boar. He uses it to scare people and pull pranks. He's a menace. His children love it tho-

- Personality

Rodion may be big and tough but he's a gentle soul, with a big heart full of love to give. He's a cuddle bug, extremely caring and thoughtful of people. Rodia is the type of guy who'll not hesitate in potting his own life on the line for the sake of others (as many of his friends will attest, including his children).

Most of the time, Rodion is a confident jokester (seriously, him and Sirius should be kept very much apart or they'll wreck the whole ship). He does like to seem scary and intimidating at first, but really he's just a sweetheart.

Rodion is illiterate and dyslexic, almost completely unable to read or write, that being his biggest insecurity about himself. He tries to read simple books, mainly children's ones and comics, since he finds the images helpful. He's still a romantic soul and tries to write letters and poems to his wife, even though they are hard to comprehend and he can only string together simple words; she still saves every single one of them with a lot of love.

Most of the time, he makes carvings on wood to gift his loved ones; gift giving is his main love language.

He's a magnet of people, almost everyone is immediately drawn to him - maybe that's how he ended up with three adoptive children (Enoch, Olive and Kanna).

Funfact: Rodion met his wife after a street fight against her brother. It was truly something. I may or may not need to write it eventually-

Relationship: Hanabi

HERE IS THE BOY. THE BABY. I LOVE HIM. He's @isazmoon favorite (same tbh he's perfect)

He has tusks. He can do a lot of damage with them-

#pretz oc #🥨🪶

[greenpanda-basicfakewitch]

Lore | Shadow People

 “Have you ever been reading or watching TV when suddenly, in the periphery of your vision, you catch a glimpse of what appears to be a shadowy figure in the room with you?”

[Authors Note: This is my passage not copy/pasted from the internet and this has been my personal experience]

I have included this for personal reasons. I know most people claim Wicca is safe and sure, how can you deny other peoples experiences who have dealt with wicca, ouji, seances and summonings and had no problems w/e so I admit that true enough it is as safe as one makes it.

But my sister was given a book from the school library bus [It is what it sounds, it appears for year six kids every year, used to encourage them to go to the local library to return the book with their parents] She was giving a book and as a kid she can't recall the name of the book/title as an adult. And after using it she could not find the book or even looking through her library history could not take it back out to reverse the issues it caused.

She may have invoked or invited something in our old house back in 2006.

We always joked about having a ghost called George in the house but we have NEVER described him. It wasn’t until we left the house that all of us [including my dad who doesn’t believe in anything even HE makes it important to remind us to NEVER summon shit in the house again!] Spoke about him and all of us described him as a man in red coat, always running up the stairs.

But yeah we all had nightmares and I described him with a reddish brown coat and couldn't see his face and my family described him as the same.

He was in our parents room and when my mom called my dads name he said 

“I see it.”

[Like yeah, what a way to NOT freak out my mom thanks dad.]

He always circled the landing and turned on lights, we always saw him at the corner of our eye. But we were pretty chill/ we were young and my parents ignored it.

So it wasn’t until we moved that I finally thought that the house I’m in now was HUANTED because there was nothing wrong with it. I tried to speak to it. I kept saying “Hello house, we’re going away on holiday, we’ll be back!” But the new house didn’t feel right when I said such things outloud. 

I know no one will believe this, and I’m not asking you too. It’s something we had happen which is why my Sister and I, are a bit more wary of any types of summoning and stuff. When I dreamt of him his face was dark in shadow, but my sister she saw his face and he was in my room looking at her when she was in a neighbouring house and said it was decayed/full of bugs and it freaked her out.

Also when we moved out, the people who kept in contact with my dad had to move out and others were mentioning having issues with the house and that one of their kids got hurt.

[Then again they could’ve been pulling his leg, So I’m sceptical thinking my sis just recreated an amityville horror house in britain by mistake XD]

 But I’m pretty sceptical since there would’ve been more stories/ news on it.

[Source] 

Descriptions of shadowy, human-like figures have appeared in folklore and religious texts throughout history and across cultures. Some examples include the supernatural creatures known as “djinn” of ancient Islamic theology and the beings known as “Nalusa Chito” of the Native American Choctaw tribe’s mythology. The modernly-used term “shadow people” was coined by paranormal researcher and book author Heidi Hollis, who claims that shadow people have been around since the beginning of time and usually appear as dark human-shaped silhouettes in our peripheral vision.

“Shadow people are a bit of an enigma in the paranormal community,” professional witch and psychic Renée Watt tells Bustle. “They are often thought of as ghosts or a collection of negative energy — but as is true with most paranormal phenomena, there is no finite answer.” According to Watt, shadow people can appear in different forms and may even indicate that someone is under a psychic attack. Many paranormal experts also theorise that there may be a connection between shadow people and extra-terrestrial life — and that these beings could be other-worldly in origin or have a correlation with alleged alien abduction experiences.

It’s normal to feel fearful if you see something as inexplicable as a shadow person — but according to experts, it’s best to focus on staying grounded and not letting yourself be overwhelmed by the discomfort of what you’re experiencing. “If you encounter a shadow person, the worst thing you can do is give it your fear, as entities with negative intent thrive on their ability to make us feel unsafe or uncomfortable,” Watt says. “The best thing you can do is call in spiritual protection, pray, or simply stand your ground by firmly telling the shadow person to leave you alone.”

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[blackjackkent]

Since I'm like...trying to be more active in coding Tumblr, I should probably start actually posting things relating to coding occasionally. :P

With that in mind - has anyone around here used Cypress E2E testing much? Thinking about bugging my boss to let us use it cos it looks cool but haven't had the chance to dive into it myself yet.

(I started trying to use it on my code stream in a pre-existing Remix project a couple weeks back and got frustrated because I kept getting hydration errors so I didn't pursue it further at that point...turns out the Remix folks who use Cypress also got those errors and just add a hardcoded ignore for them bc they don't know how to make them go away either. XD So now I'm interested in trying it again.)

#bjk rambles #codeblr

[wyverian-lady525]

😏

OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT THO.

The homie Reverto platonically with a closeted and shy reader who he just plucked off the streets one day. The Reader like- wants to try becoming stronger and just follows the dude around when he starts hunting but still demands him to let them cling to his arm 24/7

I can totally see the two just sharing one braincell and making some ironic brother/younger sibling kinda moments cause they’re both dumb in a way. A Reader who has absolutely zero outside experience and would trust everything the guy says due to how professional he’s supposed to be and a hunk who’d conversate about literally any kind of bullsh1t in order to look cool and get his vibe check

Yeeeesss XD I hope headcanons are okay for now! ❤️

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Reverto Having a Platonic Relationship with a Closeted and Shy Reader

-He literally found you one day and decided that he was going to keep this human. Reverto needs to have "admirers" to keep his massive ego in check. His laziness only goes so far until people start to notice it. He needs someone to follow in his footsteps, and you were looking to get stronger.

-You normally kept to yourself, not really going out or talking to others. But you've seen others who are more outgoing than you, and you wanted to be like that. Be brave like them. And in your mind, Reverto was a perfect example to follow.

-So, you guys kind of developed an older/younger sibling bond.

-You literally followed him around, not that he minded, even when he went out to hunt. Reverto would joke that you are like his palico because even when he goes on a quest, you still demand to come with him, even though you would be doing zero of the work. You just had to observe all you could.

-The two of you are codependent on the other. If Reverto is gone, you cease to function and vice versa. The two of you are kind of chaotic and dumb, sharing one braincell so to speak. It's an amusing spectacle to anyone watching.

-You listen to anything he says and believes every word of it. Since you haven't got out much, you really take his word for everything, even though some people tell you not to. I mean, in your eyes, he's a professional in his field who's survived this far. He may be scared of bugs and have an unusual fascination with mushrooms, but you trust him. Even though Reverto would say anything to make himself sound as cool as you think he is.

-He totally uses this to his advantage to get you to run errands for him. Just like an older brother ordering his younger sibling around without the younger sibling knowing.

-You guys also probably have some secret stupid handshake in that regard. You guys would probably smash your heads together or something.

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