#content for their critters win

[draftsandchains]

^ty now i know xd

tbh I’ll prob have more serious thoughts about it after i watch this ls finale a few months later lol. trying to keep up with it is stressing me out rn so im not gonna.

(Lifesteal Season 6 spoilers if you’re avoidinng those idk) Anyways Timekillers officially teamed up for a season finale for once. How are we feeling about that

help which guys is that idk duo names

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Meig's Official Paleontologist Review of Amber Isle

This game is so accessible. I tend to use cheaters/trainers a lot in most video games because I'm a Busy Adult Without Countless Hours To Spend Grinding In Video Games - but I don't need them in Amber Isle. They also don't exist for Amber Isle, but still - I'm not wishing I had them the whole time. It's especially "ADHD time blindness" friendly

THE CHARACTERS ARE SO CUTE HOLY FUCK they all have such interesting and unique personalities and they are just so precious. I must protect Kipper at all costs.

Yes, you're a shopkeeper, but you don't have to be a raging capitalist. In fact, in many ways, it's better for the game to undercharge people / pay more for things they sell you / give lots of gifts in order to bump up your friendship with the community; it's very easy to get money in the game and you really don't need to be stingy or go for huge profits in order to win

I LOVE THAT THEY ARE CALLED "PALEOFOLK". Not a single character is called a dinosaur that isn't a dinosaur, unlike other paleo games *cough paleo pines cough*. And because they aren't limiting themselves to the Mesozoic, there's a nice interesting variety of prehistoric critters for the characters.

It's so much fun that your character is also a Paleofolk and that there's so many options. I wish we could wear pants, but other than that...

The taxon balancing needs a *wee* bit of work. Since they can do the Paleozoic and Cenozoic, it's ironically too dinosaur-heavy; and those dinosaurs are a little biased and don't include anything more derived than Archaeopteryx, which is... a mistake. I recognize the devs had a challenge in picking the right charismatic fauna, but still. Honestly, this problem is easily solved: just add more paleofolk!

That said it is so nice to have a game with Maiasaura :3

The world is beautiful and so much fun to explore

The calendar is way too long. WAY too long. Has anyone actually gotten to year 2? Because I haven't. Also it's windy too much. The weather should be more varied.

I would love for info about different objects to come up when you're going through them so it's easier to make sure the items you're displaying are balanced and so you know what to recommend for different customer requests

The main quest is a little short, so it would be nice for more content to be added to it in the future. I'd also love to be able to have more adventures and activities when hanging out with paleofolk

Once again, a game without romance. Hooray! No pansexual crises!

PEPPER x CLOVER FOR LIFE. L. I. F. E.

Definitely worth playing. It is super fun and super cute. Check it out at @ambertailgames!

My Paleo Pines Review

My Roots of Pacha Review

[darlin-djarin]

WHERE is the luke and grogu content ??? there are tons of din and grogu content but there’s BARELY any luke and grogu.

i want to see luke call grogu silly names. i want to see grogu bodyslamming himself into a sleeping luke. i want to see grogu picking up critters off the floor and offering them to luke. i want to see luke eating spiders directly out of grogu’s hand. i want to see luke putting grogu in a highchair and spoon feeding him soup. i want to see luke chasing grogu around the pond. i want to see luke and grogu in a fake duel. i want to see luke letting grogu win against him. i want to see luke pretending to be defeated. i want to see luke on the ground and go “AUGHHH NOOO SIR GROGU HAS DEFEATED ME!! HE TRULY IS THE GREATEST AND MOST POWERFUL JEDI IN THE GALAXY!!!” i want to see grogu giggling as he watches luke dramatically die from their battle. i want to see luke getting grogu bathed and cleaned up. i want to see luke tickling grogu on his little tummy. i want to see luke dressing grogu up in new clean robes he got him. i want to see luke holding grogu gently and rocking him to sleep. i want to see luke setting up a hammock instead of a crib for grogu to make him more comfortable and familiar. i want to see luke take care of grogu gently. i need to see them together, gently.

[iri-desky]

In light of the Phineas and Ferb revival on the horizon I'd like to share a dream I had last night.

I don't fully remember it's contents, but in it, I was watching the revival and on one of the final episodes. In it, Doofenshmirtz was getting ready to fire up an inator--he had fired up two before it and successfully got them to work, and now he was getting ready to complete the last part of his plan with the last inator, which was made to split the timeline into two. The whole Tri-State Area had gotten involved in the problem by now, including Phineas & Ferb and company, and Perry was stuck, tied up by the inator. Doof was of course giving his evil monologue, fully aware that he was winning, but as the clock for the inator's activation as ticking down, he slowly went from smug to giddy. He couldn't believe it, he was actually winning!!! He started posing and yelling out cheers (stuff along the lines of "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!! WOO!") until at one point, as the timer had 15 seconds left, he bent down and scooped up a dreary looking Perry.

"You know Perry the Platypus, I wouldn't be able to have done this without someone there with me for every screwup. Platypuses can be such troublesome critters, but some apples from rotten trees fall really far. Like you! I like you. :)"

And then he proceeded to give Perry a big kiss right on the beak, in front of the whole tri-state area. And it wasn't one of those cartoony mocking smooches you'd see in cartoons, it was a little kiss on the beak that latest a full 5 seconds, during which the camera panned to the various baffled and horrified reactions of the cast. As Doof finally pulled away from an utterly dumbstruck Perry, he proceeded to carelessly drop him on the ground (Perry hit the ground with a comedic, pronounced "thump") as the inator roared to life and much of the crowd was forced to take cover from the sheer force of its activation (the unlucky ones who couldn't hide were blown back like they were hit by a hurricane, especially Perry, who hit the wall).

The timeline was thus split in two, and from then on the next few episodes had the usual "double episode" thing going for them except each episode was of the same day as it was in the different timelines. So episode 1 consisted of two versions of day 1, episode 2 consisted of two versions of day 2, and so on and so forth. The episodes only stopped doing that until Phineas and Ferb found a way to reverse the affect, even though it cost them the rest of their summer.

All Tumblr was going batshit INSANE. The certain subset of the Phineas and Ferb Fandom was VIBRATING. Both avid fans and nostalgic people/people just familiar with pop culture were actively losing their minds. Twitter was raging. TikTok was laughing. Tumblr was giggling. Perryshmirtz was confirmed and it was in the funniest way possible. People started making those "when he says ily but ___ said _____" memes with what Doof said before kissing Perry, and people started redrawing the kiss. The show got unnecessarily complicated afterwards and of course Tumblr laughed at that. The moment became one of the most simultaneously famous and infamous pieces of pop culture history.

And this was all in the dream I had last night while doped up on Tylenol for pain.

Well, that was fun, huh?

(Zombies and the Arcane cast were somehow there too, but don't ask about those. Those came in after I watched the revival, but I think they're worth mentioning as so those reading this can gauge the sheer magnitude of nonsense that my dream rocketed to last night.)

[firststrikerr]

OC Kiss Week #1 — Spearmint

“I’m not kissing you for your entertainment,” you snap, slouching against the table with crossed arms to take up more of the gap between you and Marion. Daring them to invade your personal space. And of course, they accept your challenge. “But you want to,” they say, matter-of-fact. They learn forward until your faces are only inches apart. “Do you not?”

2241 words, featuring @localcryptic's Ripley Hawthorn.

(I swore that I'd keep these under 1k words but. Well. As you can see.)

A bit of context for this one, since it's placed in a Sidestepverse AU where hero-villain roles are reversed:

"Abelards" refers to the twin Mortums, retired heroes now collaborating with The Green Sky Institute, a boost research facility led by Supernova (the Void).

"Rat Council" is Rat King, except they're chatty (think Wheatley from Portal), temperamental, and extremely loyal to this AU's Psychopathor.

Ripley Hawthorn. Ruin.

If anyone asks you, letting the Rat Council form full sentences was a huge mistake. In fact, both you and Rhan can attest to that. Those damned critters have been incessantly bothering the two of you about “putting your useless tinkering to good use for once” in that infuriating voice module that the Abelards recently installed to their translator. Seriously, whose bright idea was this? Weren’t the single word death threats enough as is?

With a grunt, you pour the contents of your bag onto the table, letting various mechanical bits and pieces clatter onto the surface. So it turns out that the Rat Council really, really wants someone to build them a flying vessel. Since the Abelards were completely unfazed by their chittering, they’ve been alternating between nagging you and Rhan into doing them the favor. For a brief time, there was a degree of solidarity in your shared suffering. But of course, that fragile truce soon fell apart when the two of you got into a petty argument about the apparent insanity of your perfectly coherent workflow. You grumble under your breath at the memory as you organize the parts into small piles. Your sorting criteria makes total sense to you, but Rhan called you deranged for it. As if they know any better than you.

And that’s what led to your latest project. Whoever makes the drone vessel that the Council likes the best, wins. Sure, there’s no prize to this other than freedom from the rats’ nagging, but your pride is on the line.

You somehow manage to have a few uninterrupted hours to yourself, but something that good doesn’t last very long. Just as you’re about to assemble the body, Marion makes their way into the common area, humming some tune that you don’t recognize. You throw a glance back when you hear dry marker squeak against the communal white board. That thing is already filled to the brim with notes, isn’t it? How are they trying to fit more onto it? Just as you turn your attention back to your project, they take notice of you and do the telepathic equivalent of poking you, signaling their intent to bother you. When you don’t make a move to retreat into the privacy of your own room, they take a seat across from you with a bag of… Are those teddy graham crackers?

"You’re building something,” they say, tossing a headless bear into their mouth.

During the time you’ve spent with Marion, you’ve noticed that instead of asking questions, they have a habit of making observational statements, then expecting you to elaborate on it. You suppose that it’s some sort of conversational tactic, but you don’t care enough to figure out what that’s about. What matters is making them work for the explanation they want.

“Duh,” you toss back, because that somehow never fails to get a twitch out of them. You suspect that it might be out of amusement rather than irritation, though.

“And those,” they point at the propeller blades, “look like propeller blades.”

“Wow, I’m impressed,” you drawl, words dripping with sarcasm. “Now just learn to tell the difference between bolts and screws, and you’ll be well on your way to qualify as my assistant.”

There it is. You sense signature bursts of their mirth at the back of your mind. By now, you’ve figured out that it feels like a sprinkle of popping candy against your tongue.

You continue putting together the smaller components of the drone without looking up, expecting them to keep making obvious remarks until you inevitably cave and let enough information slip for them to piece together the picture. That’s how it usually goes. Instead, they change the subject.

“Huh. That’s a recent development.”

“What is?” you ask, squinting past your reflection on the glass and down at the bustling crowd to try and spot who they’re talking about this time. They like pointing out random pedestrians that they somehow recognize as a recurring passerby. Is there one that got a haircut or something?

It’s only when they snort that you flit your gaze back to them and find that their eyes are trained on you and not anyone else. When you give them a questioning look, they tap an uplifted corner of their mouth. Your hand comes up to mirror their gesture, only to find that you’re… Shit, you’re smiling. That’s weird. You practically scrub the expression off, making room for your familiar frown to take its rightful place.

“I knew I shouldn’t have pointed it out,” they sigh, though their pretense of a pout doesn’t last long as their mouth soon widens into a grin. “And you wore it so well, too.”

Upon their comment, your scowl deepens on instinct. You click your tongue, tightening a screw a bit too hard as you internally swear to one day punch that smirk off their face. Your mistake doesn’t catch up to you until they burst out laughing. Shit, you projected that thought, didn’t you? And now it’s too late, because you’re picturing that one time that you did try to punch the smug out of them. Busted lips and bared teeth. Curved eyes of a cat that got its cream. Because they only press your buttons as much as they want to. Because they’ve somehow figured out the precise length of your fuse and never quite pisses you off enough for fists to fly—unless that’s exactly what they want from you.

There’s just no winning when you’re dealing with this fucker. It feels like you’re playing right into their hands no matter what you do, and it drives you crazy. The worst part? Your frustration is just another reward to them. That’s not how it’s supposed to go. Your anger is supposed to solve your problems, not enable them.

You know better than anyone how easy it is to just… get mad. Take the bait, then tear through it. Once they get a taste of your ire, most people know better than to provoke you twice. Sure, some persistent idiots keep coming back to you for some reason, but at least there’s satisfaction in aiming your anger at people that don’t want you to be mad.

Well, it turns out that some freaks enjoy making a sport out of your anger issues. How the hell are you supposed to deal with that?

The flirting threw you off at first, but at least it didn’t take long to figure out that they’re just fucking with you. There’s no weight behind their passing remarks, and that’s something you can deal with. Even if some of their nonsense lingers longer in your mind than it should. It’s just one more person among many others that’ll get a piece of your mind for messing with you.

… The problem is that neither your bark or nor bite have had any luck fending this one off. That leaves you here, at a standstill. Even your hands lost track of what they were doing while you were lost in thought.

With a groan, you let your tools go and bury a hand in your hair, glaring daggers at the culprit behind your distraction. Marion leaves you at a loss. Makes you think too much. Think about things like crushing the perpetual assurance on their face. Crushing your lips against theirs until their insufferable grin has been ground into gasps.

Fuck. Your eyes widen just as theirs do. In a pathetic attempt to damage control, you scramble to gather as much of your irritation as possible and shove that to their face. Thankfully, they take the hint and avert their gaze from you, pursing their lips in an attempt to hold back the laughter that leaks through telepathically anyways.

“Shut up, Lee.”

“But I didn’t even say anything?”

You throw your head back, dragging a hand across your face. Fine—it’s true that you’ve been getting thoughts about them. Thanks to the likes of Ortega and Chen, you’ve dealt with this side of yourself for long enough to be able to admit that much. So what?

“Well, what if I told you that I like your idea?”

They say it so casually, but their question makes you sit back straight in disbelief. “You what?”

“Your idea. I like it—”

“I heard you the first time,” you interject, desperately trying to reel your thoughts back in. Why? Why the hell would they like the idea when they’re just toying with you?

There it is again. The popping candy. Amused, are they? Satisfied to see you give in? That must be it. There’s no other explanation for what they claim.

“I’m not kissing you for your entertainment,” you snap, slouching against the table with crossed arms to take up more of the gap between you and Marion. Daring them to invade your personal space. And of course, they accept your challenge.

“But you want to,” they say, matter-of-fact. They learn forward until your faces are only inches apart. “Do you not?”

The glint of vibrant green reflected in their eyes almost distracts you, but you manage to catch onto the touch of uncertainty in their last question. It’s enough for you to feel compelled to reflect. Do you? Well, yes, if your gaze drifting down to their lips is any indication. But why?

It’s not a thought you ever gave ground to—the notion that you might have a type is stupid and ridiculous—but it’s true that you can’t help but see glimpses of Ortega in Marion. More specifically, there are echoes in the little details that you were once trained to catch onto. It’s the confidence they exude in the way they carry themself, even when they’re trying to be unassuming. It’s in how they scratch their neck to put on a show of shame when they feel no such thing. It was the intensity of their glare when they raised their voice at the Ricardo of this world that one time, standing between him and you.

As if making a fool out of you isn’t enough, they even see you as something that needs their pity—their protection. Just like he does. It makes your skin crawl and your stomach churn.

Just as that thought crosses your mind, the ever-present smile on Marion’s face collapses right before your eyes.

“Oh. So that’s how it is.”

You frown, tamping down the twinge of disappointment at the sudden distance between the two of you as they plaster their back against their seat.

“What?”

“I didn’t understand why you would want this, but I get it now.” They let out a hollow laugh.

“You’re not making any sense.” The waves of jealousy emanating from them do give you an idea of what they could be on about, but that doesn’t make this any less absurd.

“Look, Hawthorn. You don’t need to kill time with a stand-in. The real deal is practically drooling to get into your pants.”

“That’s—”

“I get that he’s not your Ricardo, but hey, if you want an outlet, it might as well be the guy that actually shares a face with him—”

“Holy shit, cut that out!” you shout, trying to pry the clinging jealousy off of your shields. “You’re making the entire room feel nasty!”

Raising your voice seems to do the trick for once, since the air tunes back to being breathable. You sigh, pressing against your clenched eyes.

“If you find the comparison that unbearable, then fine. You’re nothing like him. You always try too hard, while he makes things look effortless. You make yourself a nuisance just to get a fraction the attention he does by just existing. And if he had even half of your audacity, he’d literally be unstoppable, so don’t make me imagine that. There, happy?”

You open your eyes to find that no, they’re not happy. In fact, this is the closest you’ve ever seen them to looking upset. Crap. This isn’t as gratifying as you thought it’d be.

“Alright, alright, You want me to fuck off, I get it,” they mutter, brushing crumbs off their hands. Before they get the chance to get up from their seat, however, you jump out of your own and march over to their side of the table. They scrunch their nose as they blink up at you like a cat that just got squirted with a water spray.

Yeah. You know what? Fuck it.

Without warning, you grab them by the collar and pull them in closer, shoving your lips onto theirs. There’s no helping the widening smirk when you feel them gasp against you. Your other hand grips onto the back of their head, letting the whiff of mint in their quivering sigh carry the the moment onward and onward because you can’t stop until you’ve made your point.

The moment you separate to catch a breath, Marion tries to fit in a retort.

“Hawthorn, what the fuck—”

“There. Now you get to say you kissed me before Ricardo Ortega.” The insanity of what you’re saying doesn’t quite catch up to the pace you’re setting. Good. “Happy?”

You don’t get a response from them, since they stammer some nonsensical noises before shoving you out of the way and barging out the room. But based on the trail of figurative fireworks they leave behind, you think you can chalk this one up as your victory.

[viceria]

Do you have any dragonfruit headcanons that you wouldn’t mind sharing?? Pls??? (I stumbled on to your fic of them and immediately fell in love and wanted more content of them, but there barely any English fics of them) (amazing fic btw, 10/10, chefs kiss 🤌. I don’t have the proper words to describe how much I love it)

WOW HELLO!!! Glad to find another fellow dragonfruit shipper (it’s extremely barren here). Also I’m glad you enjoyed the fic!! I’ve been experiencing some horrible writing block, but I’m slowly getting out of it thanks to this ship lol.

Now for headcanons - been waiting for so long to say this.

Free gets cold easily, but doesn’t particularly enjoy wearing heavy clothing unless needed. So, he would stay out in the forest or travel around Spain to keep warm. Lui, on the other hand, gets extremely hot easily. Since his hair is literally fire, this also extends to his body having an abnormal body temperature. With opposite body heat, the two love each other for that. Free particularly loves cuddling Lui because he feels like a heater, while Lui likes being around him as it cools him down.

The two are bite buddies. Free, as shown in the manga, has a biting problem. However, he doesn’t bite Lui as much as he does. Since he has sharp teeth, Lui often chew on things to calm down or wear down his teeth (similar to a dog). Whenever they are cuddling, Lui would randomly bite Free and he’d deal with it. Despite popular belief, he doesn’t bite till he bleeds, heavily that is. It’s kinda like having puppy bites. They hurt but it isn’t anything Free can’t handle.

Lui is incredibly sensitive about touch, especially from his hair/head. While it does stem from trauma, he personally doesn’t like people touching him, period. So, it took several years to accept anyone’s advances, especially Free. Free doesn’t push and would wait till he has the green card. Overtime, Lui began to associate their cuddles more fondly and would give Free the exception to suddenly hold or kiss him.

Lui knows how to ice skate and has taught Free. However, given Free’s hatred for coldness, he’d never let go of his hands and move so timidly that Lui regrets ever trying. Regardless, he enjoys skating with him, because it’s something he can do better than him.

Free eventually overgrows his biting problem and doesn’t need his arm cast anymore. However, the scars on his right arm still remain. To help them heal, he was given medicine to treat them daily. Lui’s first physical contact with Free is actually treating his arm!

Free often envies and adores Lui’s flaming hair, and would stare at it a lot. It was the first thing that made him attracted to him actually. He has put his hand in his flame several times and burned them more so. Lui scolded him for this, but he eventually started to anticipate his moves to quickly cool down his hair before he could touch it.

As you’ve read, they love to play games. The one above is one that Lui has slowly started to win at. Since Free has more muscle mass than him, he often wins at physical strength, like making Lui stay in bed, while Lui often wins at observation-based ones. However, their games can stem from mundane activities, like who can make Azure bark the most or bet which student Valt ends up favouring.

Free is an animal magnet. Whenever the two go out, they are bound to find a random critter - mostly a bird - on Free’s body. Given how fluffy and dense Free’s hair is, they would perch inside and make burrows. When it gets colder, Lui’s heat makes the duo an animal paradise. It’s actually how they found Lucio (German Shepherd/Wolf) and Azure (Borzois)!

ALSO THANKS TO FUBUKIENJOYER123 FOR HAVING ALL THIS CANON ART LIKE OMG ITS BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭

[campdaylighted]

CAMP DAYLIGHTED SUBMISSION! —   application for summer camp counselor by @chxrrysandwine

🦌name:

mikayla suzanne kuʻulani baird. Dean call her Bambi which she hates (loves)

🐇Appearance:

Lean and curvy, with softly freckled porcelain skin and fluffy white-blonde curls usually yanked into a bun with whatever tool’s lying around. Her dark grey-blue eyes are doe-like, unreadable and haunting—especially when lit by firelight. Pouty lips that purse when she’s annoyed (which is often), and a baby face that gets her underestimated—until she throws a punch. Vintage lace, grease stains, worn denim, and sharp jewelry she might’ve made herself. She looks like a saint carved into a scrapyard wall. 🚬role: counselor, crafts & car repair. keeper of secret maps and midnight snacks. probably the one who smokes behind the mess hall. 🐺team request: team wolves. she says it’s because she “likes the emblem.” it’s actually because of dean.

🩶aesthetic:

grease-stained hands and cherry lip balm. frayed flannel tied at the waist. Insecurity. lace camis under beat-up Henleys. faded motel keychains and wildflower engraved bullets in her pockets. smells like cigarettes, cherry cola, and warm engine metal.

🌙personality:

sharp edges, soft core. big heart wrapped in barbed wire. sarcastic survivalist who secretly collects pressed flowers and believes in fate. she won't say I love you, but she'll fix your flashlight and memorize the shape of your cough. fiercely protective. doesn’t flinch at blood but will go quiet if you compliment her. a mechanic with magpie instincts—she hoards shiny junk and broken pretty things like they might come back to life.

🍒soft lore:

— Had a Romanian immigrant mother — smells like cigarette smoke and cherries, like heartbreak at a truck stop. — her comfort movie is secretly Clueless — when she was little, she tried to be and Daphne Blake and Lindsay Weir at the same time — sings folk hymns when she thinks no one’s listening — keeps a rusted Zippo engraved “deliver us.”

— Anti social and quiet until you get to know her, makes good friends with one of the extroverted counselors — born catholic, and has religious trauma, still crosses herself before bed, even if the prayers sound like accusations now — once fixed a carburetor with a shoelace. it worked — dreams in symbols. writes them down. burns some of them — has never said “I need you” out loud — but it’s there, in how she looks at Dean.

📓counselor skills: can rebuild an engine, stitch a gash, make the perfect s’more, and sneak you contraband music. will fight a bear. might win.

⚙️ Grease-Stained Girl:

Mikayla grew up under the hood of a car before she knew how to spell her name. A mechanic’s kid with a thing for engines and busted radios, she finds comfort in the hum of a running motor and the rhythm of old tools. Her hands always smell faintly like oil, no matter how much she scrubs them. Cars were her first language. Silence was her second.

🐦 Magpie Heart:

She’s a quiet collector—trinkets, charms, scraps of ribbon, bones, broken watches, buttons she finds in the dirt. Everything means something, even if she can’t say what. She’ll tuck a coke bottle cap into her pocket like it’s a holy relic. The dashboard of her truck is a shrine of forgotten things. Has a secret collection of old calico critters.

🎧Music:

creed. alice in chains. CCR. red hot chili peppers. the eagles. lynyrd skynyrd. pearl jam. R.E.M. aerosmith. radiohead. REO speedwagon. blue oyster cult. motley crue. britney spears. kansas. the smiths.

🪞Items:

vintage iron pistol engraved with wildflowers, affectionately dubbed

Rosetta. pearl rosary she keeps wrapped in a silk pouch, the only thing left from her mother. a worn Walkman + a million cassette tapes. Chunky old heart-shaped locket, she’ll never let anyone see the contents.

🧷Closet:

Tops:

—Soft, lace-trimmed camisoles in muted colors (cream, rust, dusty blue) —Threadbare Henleys with oil stains she gave up trying to wash that she pairs with a lace cami underneath —Oversized band tees (Creed, Alice in Chains, REO Speedwagon), most with holes —Cropped tanks layered under flannels or tied at the waist —Flannels: every color, all thrifted, all fraying at the cuffs —One black long-sleeve thermal she refuses to let go, sleeves thumb-holed to death

Bottoms:

—Baggy carpenter jeans with ripped knees and grease-streaks —Cargo pants (one pair with a bloodstain she says is “paint”) —Soft drawstring shorts for late nights around the fire —A single denim mini-skirt, never worn unless dared —Old sweatpants for working under the Impala or stealing Dean’s food

Outerwear:

–Faded 1990s Carhartt jacket (lined with plaid flannel, patched up, way too sentimental) –Oversized leather jacket she found in a junkyard and fixed herself –Oversized hoodie that might be Dean’s (she won’t say) –An army surplus parka for cold hunts

Footwear:

–burgundy converse she refused to throw out –Muddy work boots that live in her truck A pair of soft wool socks she guards with her life

Accessories:

– Mismatched earrings and so many ear piercings  – Rings on almost every finger—some stolen, some sentimental –Chain necklaces, dog tags, rosaries, a tiny vial of grave dirt –A worn leather belt with a hidden blade pouch –Fingerless gloves in winter –Aviators and a cracked lighter always in reach

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 9, Part 10

CW: Low level sim spice - Guide to Content Warnings

Silas did not have a good school day. He didn’t want to explain what happened but he got a very sad moodlet. Luckily for him he’d already arranged to have his friends, and fellow aliens, Tyree and Ruth come over after school. It was too cold to do anything outside so the three took over the living room and started a video game battle.

Ruth: Important question, what are you two bringing for show and tell

Tyree: I found this cool leaf that looks like-

Ruth: Boring! As aliens we have to set the standard in cool stuff. Silas can you bring an alien

Silas: What? We’re aliens

Ruth: I meant from your mum’s collection of critters

Silas: Oh, maybe. She doesn’t really like people touching her science stuff

Ruth: You don’t have to ask her, just bring one

Tyree: Like you would steal from your mum’s

Ruth: I would if they had cool stuff for show and tell

Silas: Maybe I should just borrow a geode, Mummy has a bunch. I think she said the whole collection but she never got a collection plaque? I don’t know

Ruth ends up winning the game leaving the boys annoyed. She and Tyree head home while Silas takes a nap until his mum gets home.

Suzanna had a stressful workday and returns home with a bad headache. After waking up Silas she grabs her dinner, Adam votes they eat in the lounge in front of the TV tonight.

Suzanna: Good day?

Adam: I leveled up my guitar skill and Pollock and I sent a book off

Suzanna: That’s great!

Silas: Mummy... can I... have an alien?

Pollock: We aliens

Silas: I know. I mean one of the ones upstairs

Suzanna: Why? As like a pet?

Silas: Not exactly. I’d like to take one for show and tell. Please

Adam: I don’t think that’s a good idea, but your Mum and I will talk okay

Suzanna: You don’t want to take a crystal? We have plenty of those

Silas: Maybe. If I can’t have an alien

Adam and Suzanna worked in tandem that night getting their sons to bed. Adam read Pollock a story while Suzanna sprayed the monster under the bed for Silas. When they got upstairs they got in their sleepwear.

Suzanna: Why don’t you want him taking an alien

Adam: I don’t want us to be the local weirdos

Suzanna: But Adam you know the alien population ratio is high here, that’s why we came

Adam: I know. I just... we got so much unwanted attention as kids. I don’t want that for him

Suzanna: I know but he seems bright and he’s got friends

Adam: So I need to stop being so protective

Suzanna: I wouldn’t tell you that. But he should to be able to share something he’s excited about

Adam: Would any of them even survive a trip to school and back

Suzanna: The porcupine might. I can check with it tomorrow

Adam: For now would you get on the bed, I’ve missed you today. Let me show you how much

Suzanna: I think I’d rather convince you of my view

Adam: I like the sound of that

Suzanna: *giggles* Close your eyes

The next morning Silas can’t wait for his parents to get to the breakfast table. Bringing an alien was Ruth’s idea but he would like to be able to talk about one, his mum has found so many.

Adam: Morning sport

Silas: Daddy did you decide

Suzanna: Your dad wants you to take an alien

Silas: REALLY

Adam: Hold on there are some ground rules. Don’t let anybody else touch it, keep it in your sight and listen to your Mum when she tells you all about it

Silas: Huh

Suzanna: If you want to take one we need to go over my notes first. Otherwise you won’t have anything to say other than what colour it is. Show and tell is Friday right? I should have some time after work tomorrow

Silas: Yes, thanks Mummy, thanks Daddy

He happily washes the breakfast dishes and gets ready for the bus.

Adam: Thanks for convincing me. Anytime you want to do that to me again-

Suzanna: Shh, he’ll hear you! Let him be young and innocent a while longer

Silas headed to the road to wait for the bus to come. Rather than just stand and freeze he decided to make some snow angels. Suzanna meanwhile headed to her garden to harvest and care for the plants. Slowly some were evolving into better plants under her care.

Arriving at work Suzanna was confronted by a grey sky and an angry Shelley.

Shelley: Thank the watcher you are here, I need to talk to you

Suzanna: What about

Shelley: When you had your vacation day-

Suzanna: My son was sick

Shelley: And as a mother of a Silas I sympathise but Faye did not

Suzanna: If you’re going to tell me she hates me I’m well aware

Shelley: Doesn’t that piss you off

Suzanna: It comes with the territory of being an alien

Shelley: She was lording it over me all day, barking orders, I have the same rank as her

Suzanna: I’ll talk to her about it

Shelley: I wouldn’t mind if you did more than just talk

Shelley stormed inside and Suzanna groaned. Personal management was her least favourite part of the job. She just wanted to be a scientist tinkering away but no, since she was “the best” she was expected to control the behaviour of others. She set about her usual morning tasks thinking hard, how could she talk to Faye without it becoming a full on confrontation?

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[bellatrixobsessed1]

Trix Week Day 6: The Dark Forest

Summary: After they fall into the Black Willow's tears, Valtor cannot change the Trix back into adults.

Valtor says that he is not a babysitter and that they can show themselves out. 

He had worked for the better part of a month to reverse the reversal that the Black Willow had bestowed upon them. But he says that it isn’t worth the time sink that it has become. That he has sunk too much time already on a task that is futile. “At any rate, you’ll grow up again.” 

That is definitely true but it will take years. 

Exactly a decade. Icy is only eight years old. Darcy is just a few minutes behind. And Stormy is behind by a year.

But Icy and Darcy have been alive for 18 years and Stormy for 17 of them. 

It is with deep dread that Icy realizes that the spell has changed them not just on a physical level but in mind as well. Darcy has probably realized it well before her—she works with the psyche and the mind after all. 

It starts with the stomping of a foot. 

An impulse, really. 

But the impulses become harder to resist.

That is the first of it—a loss of her emotional regulation, not that she was the best at that to begin with. Not that Stormy wasn’t already even worse. It is when Darcy starts whining and throwing temper tantrums that she knows that the three of them are in trouble.

Soon Icy feels herself losing bits of knowledge; lessons that she learned in Cloud Tower, basic spells, chunks of her vocabulary…

Soon Icy starts to find holes in her memories. Details that had once been so vivid, now like to elude her. And Darcy and Stormy have trouble filling them in for her. They lose bits and pieces of their own memories. 

Icy swallows hard. She supposes that she should have seen it coming. That the Black Willow’s tears were more potent than just taking their bodies back several years. Should have known that the tears were potent enough to reverse time fully and completely. 

She likes to think that she has put up a respectable resistance but she can only do so much against such powerful magic. She is fighting a battle that she cannot win. She is only delaying the inevitable. She knows as much when she talks to Stormy who is more or less a child for real.

And maybe it is for the best. 

The three of them, they had promising futures as witches and they had tossed it aside for power. For world domination that had slipped through their fingers. 

Maybe this is what the three of them needed; a chance to start over. A blank slate. 

But the three of them; they are still and always will be who they have always been. Powerlust is still in Icy’s nature as much as a manipulative streak is in Darcy’s and an uncontrollable temper is in Stormy’s. 

But there are things beyond their predispositions, factors outside of their own nature. 

.oOo.

It is dark—this is of no consequence to Darcy. Darcy is rather content here in this place. 

It is raining hard, this bothers Stormy none. Stormy rather enjoys sapling in the puddles.

Nights get quite cold here. Icy sleeps very well.

But there are creatures here. Horrible groaning things. 

Things that scream.

Things that screech.

Things that threaten to pry them out of each other’s arms and into the forest where their eyes can be plucked and harvested. 

Things that give them nightmares.

Things that pull at their hair and leave scratches on their arms and legs. 

Critters that scuttle and crawl over them and try to get in their mouths as they try to sleep.

The forest doesn’t seem to have an end. And the three of them don’t seem to have a sense of direction. They have been wandering for days and their bellies are starting to rumble. Their faces are streaked with dirt and their clothes are muddy, their socks are soggy and it makes their feet all wrinkly. Icy decides that she would rather walk without shoes and socks but that makes stepping on pointy rocks worse than it had been. Regardless, her sisters follow in her lead. At least she thinks that they are sisters, they have been together for as long as she can remember. But she doesn’t remember much.

“I’m really tired, Icy.” Says Stormy rubbing her eyes.

“You’re going to get us out of here, right?” Darcy asks. 

The expect a lot from her. 

They look up to her. Probably because she is the oldest of them. 

And she can’t disappoint them so she tells them that she will and that she already knows the right way to go even if she doesn’t think that it is true. 

It is on the second day, when Stormy starts coughing and sniffling, that they start to doubt her. 

They don’t realize that they have already survived the Dark Forest once.

It is on the third day that they see a ray of light penetrating the holloway. And the two of them follow her towards it.

They don’t realize that they have done this before ten years ago.

They don’t realize that they had already come out of the Dark Forest muddy and hungry and sick and weary. 

This time three frightened little girls emerge from the Dark Forest on a different side. A side with bright rays of sunshine and sweet smelling grass and butterflies and bumblebees to fill it. This time three terrified children find themselves shaking and crying at the gates of Alfea college.

[pundertalefan]

I've been wanting to do this for a long time.

Introducing... the MetaTeeth family!

Mettaton and Caine have been in a loving relationship for about a year now, and they've decided to take the next step. Now they have a wonderful group of 27 children. And they treasure them all.

Starting from the obvious, they've taken in all the Playtime Co. Critters. In my headcanon, none of them have any parental figures other than the eldest of their parties, so the couple were all too glad to volunteer. Granted, the Nightmare Critters are a bit more resistant, and the Rejected Critters are mostly confused, but none of them have run away yet, so everyone wins.

Then we have the three main siblings. Of course, Pomni isn't thrilled with the place she's in, but she can't exactly talk her fathers out of fathering her. She's pretty much resigned herself, even though she often wonders why Caine hasn't tried to take in any of the other circus members.

Next, we have Pomni's two brothers. Angel Dust is glad to be a surrogate sibling to someone after the loss of his biological sister, and he's taken to caring for the jester with as much tact as he can. Being around someone who's touch-averse is a bit of a learning curve for him, but considering his past, he does the best he can to respect her boundaries, just like he wishes others would.

Fortunately for him, he's got another sibling besides the Smiling Critters who loves to give and receive affection. Granted, he's not built for cuddles, but Angel has enough softness to go around, and he very much appreciates it.

Chaos Sonic has been revived since Sonic Prime and left with no one to care for him. He craves love and understanding, so when he heard about Caine and Mettaton taking people in, he jumped at the opportunity. He loves all of his siblings, not caring that they aren't robots like him. If he were to meet any of his "biological" siblings, he would accept them too. He's also very fond of Angel's pig, Fat Nuggets, often petting him and talking to him about his dreams of selling his own branded energy drinks.

Finally, we have the most unusual member of the family, mainly because, unlike all the others, he is "technically" related to his AI father.

Basically, what happened is that Caine, at some point, crossed paths with one God of destruction, Beerus. Being a sort of god himself, he wants to be on good terms with anyone similar to himself. He noticed how isolated the cat God was, and he wanted to help out. His idea of doing so was creating someone for him to care for since it worked out so well for him.

Enter Lil Beerus. He was made for the sole purpose of being mentored by the cat God of Distruction. Beerus being Beerus, he adamantly refused, no matter how Caine tried to reason with him. In the end, the ringmaster couldn't bring himself to leave the creature he created out by himself, so he became the final member of the family. He's fine with it.

And there you have it. The MetaTeeth family. Individuals from all walks of life (and media) brought together by the power of love and understanding. They might be as different as can be, but they've found a place here and are (mostly) content with their roles in the family.

Of course, these fathers aren't perfect. They make their mistakes, especially Caine, who has no idea how organic lifeforms function and needs to be taught about emotions and thought processes. But he has a kind heart and just wants to do his best for his children and partner.

Mettaton also wants to provide the very best care for his kids and his boyfriend. He's also been trying harder to be less self-absorbed, as he wishes to be a better friend to Alphys and a good cousin to Napstablook. The latter is the one who took the family photo. Each member of the family gets along with each other in their own special ways, and at the end of the day, they all love to listen to music together and lay down on the ground, feeling like garbage after a good meal.

A happy family indeed. ❤️💗

[inhurtandincomfort]

*Clears throat* Sts!

If there was a 'beach episode' of your story, do you have any idea of how it'd go? Whom of your characters tan easily? Who doesn't like the sand? Who is parading around a fancy swimsuit?

Thank for the ask! This is fun to think about haha.

I already know right off the bat Eldwin was dragged there by his friends (yes, he'll have them!) lol. He is not enjoying it, he is there fully clothed he will NOT show skin, and he's probably overheating because he's wearing black and/or several layers. Sand is getting everywhere, his fucking pasty face is either getting sunburned or he's applying sunscreen every ten minutes. He is wishing he'd stood his ground and stayed home.

Ancassius, conversely, is in his element. Probably the one who made Eldwin go. He needs keep his tan up, come on, and frankly it would be criminal for him to not show off his gorgeous skin from time to time. He'd spend a lot of the time tanning, but would also get bored and wander around and ooh, swimming, he loves water and is a fantastic swimmer so water games are definitely on the table. If anyone starts drowning don't worry, he's got it. Unless Reva get's there first. She's the only one better in water than Cass and she makes sure he knows it (but hey, who can compete with a sea-nymph?)

Destrian would just be trying to have a nice, joyful day trying to keep everybody happy. She is quite content to just lay in the shade and listen to Eldwin complain (with only a little pity and a lot of amusement) but will inevitably get dragged into games or something. Whatever they do they're looking amazing, they're always beautiful but I bet xe has a stunning swimsuit.

Mordwen is not going on a beach. She's so pale she's almost translucent, she would shrivel up into a crisp :P She would look beautiful in a nice swimsuit, but it would be overshadowed (literally) by a giant parasol she she would take. She's not a vampire, but on a scorching summer's day she's certainly acting like one. Her beach episode might take place in the winter instead lol. Or the rain. Or at night. Or anything except a burning sunny day.

Jowan would just be looking for little critters in the edge of the sea. He can't swim, so he'd probably be a little afraid of the water tbh. But he'd be happy if he finds a crab. He might be able to guilt Eldwin into building a sandcastle with him if he pulls the tragic childhood (or lack of childhood) card. It would be pretty horrendous because neither of them have ever built a sandcastle. Eldwin might see if he knows any spells to cheat. And Ancassius would turn it into a competition, which Destrian would win. :) Honestly xe and Reva should team up, no one would stand a chance.

For Welcome Home, Angel, let's say Kieran and Abi just get to have a nice, relaxing time together :) Kieran is absolutely stunning and turning heads, probably even gets amateur photographers wanting him to model for them.

Abigail would dress up too, she'd have a gorgeous swimsuit. Honestly most attractive couple on the beach, good for them. She's definitely building sandcastles.

They might invite other friends, have a beach picnic, play some games, generally a wholesome time :) Lukas is not invited :)

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s4 episode 7 "musings of a cigarette-smoking man" thoughts

my very first thoughts: a CANCER MAN episode??? are we gonna get some backstory?? some CSM lore?!?!? 

part of me is deeply curious, but part of me also wants agent time, so… hmm! i’m intrigued. my curiosity? it’s been piqued.

and the lone gunmen have been mentioned!!

author's note: woah... i was expecting a lot of things, but cancer man being a flop author was not one of them. it's kinda sad, but mostly just pathetic.

judgement aside, i actually really liked this episode. there are things i would change, but i thought it was super intriguing to see certain parts of what is hidden beyond the curtain, but never enough to fully satisfy you, which i do love about this show (even if it is occasionally infuriating). the multi-part structure was also an interesting and unique choice that worked well, but i do have some... questions on writing/character motives and if they were well-received. but you'll see what i mean in a bit.

a lot happened in this episode, which i shall begin to recount below!

OH! we open with a shakespeare quote!!! “for nothing can seem foul to those that win” oooookay i suppose that is relevant to our ciggy man. damn. couldn’t be me. a lot of things are foul to me. such as killing melissa. 

we see a rat! a rat! cute little critter. oh. cancer man arrives, and is less cute. he's looking at some broken windows… damn, why is s4 so dark? i keep having to turn my brightness up. it's annoying!!

his lighter says “trust no one” omg… he’s so weird. just an overall strange fellow. seriously, who gets a custom lighter that says that? way to draw attention to yourself while trying to Not Do That.

so he’s opening a suitcase…. WHAT!! he is somehow listening to a bunch of conversations, including the “not everything is a dark labyrinth of conspiracy” one, which means he must have had bugs in all of the rooms where mulder and scully chat!!! who has time to sort through all of that audio content to find the juicy stuff?? probably his freak interns that i KNOW he keeps scattering about

okay, so he’s listening to a conversation now between the lone gunmen and mulder. frohike is freaked tf out, but mulder says no one would kill him because “you’re just a little puppy dog”. aww. that's a cute thing to say.

GAG!! the lone gunmen put on a special audio filter to hide their conversation, and CSM just pressed a button to totally ignore it, and turns to the camera with a smirk. EW! EW! creepy man. ugh, i can’t believe i paused and had to look at that awful creepy smirk for more than a few milliseconds.

oh my goodness, scully is also here during this conversation between the lone gunmen and mulder that we are listening to via CSM's technologically aided eavesdropping. frohike is saying he found stuff about cancer man, while cancer man loads what looks like a SNIPER RIFLE, and aims it out the window??? “what did you find?” “possibly everything”

GASP! i’m hooked. i DO want to know possibly everything. 

(watching the intro and that scene where they burst in with the gun always gets me, but today it’s making me ache in my chest because of how beautiful they are. so feel free to psychoanalyze that)

frohike is describing trotsky’s assassination. this is an area of history i am weak in, so i am seated for my lesson. it is actually entirely unrelated to the plot at hand, and is just some frohike nerd lore, but that's cool, i like a dude who knows these things.

frohike says “he” (presumably CSM) appears on august 20th, 1940, in louisiana. and his father was a communist activist, executed for espionage before his son would walk!!! and his mother died of lung cancer before he could talk!

damn. tragic backstory for this fellow. he pretty much said "i know cigarettes killed my mom but i'm different"

he was sent to various orphanages where he spent his time reading and not making friends. then he went off the grid until a year and a half after the Bay Of Pigs. weird way of measuring time- before and after the Bay of Pigs

OH! we get more text… “part 1: things really did go well in Dealey Plaza” hmmm....

some army men are jogging, while another dude reads the manchurian candidate, saying he would rather read the worst novel ever written than the best movie ever made. he must not know about the novels that are out there… i assume this is cig man?

OH MY GOD! he���s talking to MR. MULDER! wait, wait that means….

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! his first word was JFK

that is... actually really adorable. and will make his toddler stage difficult as he has to break certain news to baby mulder.

why do i get the feeling, from the shaky way CSM just set the photo of mr. mulder’s wife and child down, that he is fighting suppressed romantic feelings for his buddy like the cold war depends on it? hmm....

these fancy looking men want to talk to the guy i assume is cancer man. they ask if he was involved in any of the big events from the early 1960’s, which he denies. you know, assassinations and whatnot.

oh! when they ask if his father was executed as a spy, he says his only regret is that “i was too young to throw the switch myself” which is kind of a crazy thing to say. "yes i never knew my dad but i wish it was me that killed him" is a wild hill to die on. but i guess this is what the 60's did to people.

OH! he also denies a cigarette when offered, saying he never touches them. well. some things went down between then and now, i assume. and hopefully, we shall gain a glimpse into what changed.

this general dude is yapping about extraordinary men and i assume he is referring to himself. and his father. and young CSM, too, can be an extraordinary man! 

“communism is without a doubt the most heinous personification of evil mankind has ever confronted” <- said by a guy who likely fought the nazis, this is an absolutely crazy line... but again, i guess that shows how deep everyone was into the propaganda

they are offering baby CSM a very important job… so important, his army service will be erased… he needs to assassinate an american civilian, former naval pt-boat commander…

OH MY GOD, DID HE KILL JFK???

this is wild. how many different characters across various medias have been responsible for killing JFK? does anyone have a spreadsheet? if not, DM me and let’s make one 

so what is the reason in universe for why JFK had to kick the bucket….

because of the bay of pigs failure??

i get it was bad, but i didn’t think it was THAT bad. that makes no sense though timeline wise… they said bay of pigs was “last week”, but that was 1961, and obviously he didn’t get shot until 1963. so are we expected to believe that they waited 2 years to kill him? 2 years in which a lot of stuff happened? or is this some sort of factual oversight i’m supposed to ignore. or am i misunderstanding the episode structure. did i mishear/read a line?

(digs my claws in) you guys i cannot ignore a JFK anachronism i’m sorry

and now we're off to texas to witness the inevitable. this dude playing lee harvey oswald is lowkey cute, a thing i never thought i would have typed more than a few minutes ago. CSM yells at him about how smoking is BAD!

baby cancer man is talking to lee harvey oswald (another wild sentence), telling him he’ll see the president today. he calls baby cig man “mr. hunt” which i assume is a fake name… and he lies and says he loves the movies!! how simply do the falsehoods slip from his tongue!

ooooookay i see what is going on here. “mr. hunt” is a member of a cuban loyalty group telling lee harvey oswald to hide some weapons. a fall guy is being carefully crafted.

and lee gives him his cigarettes… the same cigarettes baby cig man scolded him for smoking…. omg…. foreshadowing

you know, in all my years studying history, i have never imagined what the inside of the book depository building looked like. and OMG! in googling to try and see if this was an accurate representation, i learned that dealey plaza is where he was shot! so i guess i’m good with JFK lore, but bad at geography. but that answers what the whole opening quote was about.

baby cig man is getting in a sewer to do some crime… very eugene tooms of him. he's getting his gun out in the sewer for a sneak attack…. while lee gets a root beer… and it seems umbrella man was giving a signal on when to shoot! fascinating.

(jackie’s outfit that day looked less fuzzy irl than it appears in this episode, so please take note of that wardrobe people)

nah, this is gonna make me feel bad for a FAKE lee harvey oswald…

and while JFK was dying, baby cig man stayed in that sewer the whole time… wow. i feel like someone should have taken a peek.

soooo realizing he is a patsy, lee shoots a cop. which is actually just far more incriminating than had he done anything else. then he goes to the movies. where the cops find him. and baby cig man was watching all of this…. he pulls out a cigarette and starts smoking. OMG was that his first?? to cope with the Guilt?? damn.

it’s a bit of a ludicrous story that makes me giggle when i consider the real-world implications, but i will take it for what it is.

but back to modern cig man, listening to all of this being explained. he says nothing, seeming to confirm the accuracy of what is being said.

“part 2: just down the road from graceland”

no, don’t tell me he killed ELVIS, too?!?!?

wait, i read that wrong. “just down the road aways from graceland” okay, not sure if that clears anything up. but we hear the voice of martin luther king jr.

no… don’t tell me he killed HIM, too…..

notably, this whole part is in black and white. cigarette man is tap tapping on his typewriter. he’s writing a book! “take a chance: a jack colquitt adventure” <- sounds boring 

he’s listening to MLK talk about Marxist revolutions… is baby cig man a closet commie? no, for it appears he is deeply upset by these words!

he’s still in black and white, at a meeting about MLK, talking about how some claim he wishes to wage war against white america. baby cig man says “wouldn’t you?”, and i begin to wonder if he is based, but these hopes are quickly dampened as he explains that MLK's existence and activism are no longer civil rights issues… because he said something about communism. bro. what. is this how people actually felt…?

(you read about the paranoia and the terror of the red scare, but seeing an attempt at putting it in context still makes you think damn, times were weird)

this council is now talking about how they can best discredit MLK, and we see a guy who is blamed for the “there is but one way out for you” letter, which baby cig man says is stupid. oh, he blamed the director of the FBI for that. damn!

cigarette man says we need another patsy, and to make it a white man, so “it” (referring to king’s assassination) looks racially motivated. and oh! he says he’ll do it himself.

“i have too much respect for the man” <- so you’re gonna be the one that kills him? bro… what. we don't usually kill the people we look up to where i come from.

so. cig man lights up as he stands outside a building where MLK speaks. 

AND HE PULLS OUT THE PHOTO OF BABY MULDER AND HIS MOM???? WHAT THE FUCK

(is this like a “he’s grieving because his work demands that he never has a family” kind of thing or a “he’s longing for the embrace of mr. mulder” kinda thing….? does he love mrs. mulder….? what is this….)

cancer man gives the dude he’s framing a couple hundred dollars. and then gets in the bushes behind where dr. king is staying. i'm still processing the photo reveal.

and bam.

wow, i feel that this is… weird. idk, the whole “this character killed JFK” thing has been going on for so long that it doesn’t really feel that shocking, but dr. king’s death is a tragedy in a different way, and i’m not sure that using it in fiction is like, super appropriate? um.

while i am unsure if i feel that using a civil rights leader's assassination in your alien story is something we should brush past, i do understand what the writers are attempting to do here, which is show how dedicated to the anti-communist cause cig man is, and how he'll stop at nothing to do what he deems needed, no matter how ugly or horrific. i recognize what they are trying to tell me.

LMAOOOO WAIT. place my moral pondering aside for a brief second. if you pause, you can read the rejection letter baby cig man gets for his book. “my advice? burn it!” <- DAMN that book must have been god awful 😭

oh god. now the TV is mentioning RFK… don’t tell me cig man did that, too…

(author's note: thankfully, he was not involved with the killing of this kennedy brother; no clear statement on whether or not he was responsible for ted's whole thing)

AND WHY was cig man putting that photo of mrs. and baby mulder in his drawer…?!?!

cig man seems to be almost crying while quoting aeschylus along with RFK on the tv, as he speaks about the grief of losing both his brother and MLK…. damn. am i supposed to feel bad for CSM? because i don’t. 

back to modern cancer man. we now enter “part 3, the most wonderful time of the year”.

jump to 1991. he has saddam hussein on the phone?? and tells him to call back. and some other dude is working on the oscar noms LMAO wait... i lowkey love the idea that the government controls those... need to think what that would imply for every single winner ever

AND he rigs the superbowl so the bills don’t win LMAO what is his beef with buffalo?! AND he rigged the olympic hockey game in ‘80?

we’re getting the impression he kinda controls everything. message received loud and clear.

OH! now they’re talking about mulder… “that ‘spooky’ kid”, is how they refer to him. and CSM says that mulder is his to keep an eye on. i'm sure that's part of his decades long plot, to keep mulder under his watchful eye and use him as a pawn in his schemes. also, gorbachev has just resigned. no more enemies to fight.

and CSM gives his men some presents for christmas. how thoughtful…..? 

his men invite him to come with them to virginia for a family get together. damn, they like this guy? it seems they honestly do!

he got them all ties…. very strange fellow he is.

okay, so he lied and said he had to go see family to escape the gathering. and then ominously walks outside mulder’s office door. dun dun DUN!

he has some mail… and opens it to see something that displeases him. THEN HE STARTS WRITING AGAIN!! it seems like auto fiction, when you write about yourself but pretend it’s happening to a character. damn. crazy coping mechanism. good to know that he is kinda a loser all around. 

so, some days he longs for a second chance. okay, yeah, we all do cancer man, and most of us didn’t kill JFK.

the phone rings. it’s DEEP THROAT! my old friend!! were they tight?!

it seems that on christmas eve of 1991 was when a weird alien spaceship arrived to earth. and the occupant is in “critical condition”. also, deep throat mentions the UFO he had claimed to see before in vietnam, so we know he wasn’t lying entirely about that.

they have this fleshy pink alien hooked up to life support, which has me wondering how alien life support works, and also how many types of aliens we are dealing with in this universe. but i’ve mentioned that before. still! worth mentioning again!

lore reveal that is unsettling... DEEP THROAT’S NAME IS RONALD???? 

idk, i was expecting something like abernathy or shackleton or cromswell!

deep throat gives cigarette man the gun to handle the alien situation- but CSM protests, saying that a “living EBE” could advance bill mulder’s project by decades!!! MR. MULDER MENTIONED?!? he'd be willing to break protocol to help his buddy out?!?

but no, deep throat recites the rules from the security council resolution, which makes him remember what they came here to do.

can you just… shoot an alien??? to kill it? well. you can shoot some of them to kill them, but not the kind that need the special neck stabbing device. okay, keeping track of all this, just seems like maybe all aliens would need something a bit cooler to vanquish them.

they’re fighting over killing an alien…. cig man doesn’t want to do it, so he tosses a coin. so he makes deep throat do it?!?! deep throat says that this is their new enemy. honestly, the sad little alien does not look like he can hurt you, but okay.

(i mean, do they really need the gun? he’s an alien on life support, just pull the plug)

oh…. cig man rips the bandage off his neck as deep throat climbs into some gear to… gas the alien? now what is the significance of this bandage that has been on his neck but ONLY for part three of the story?

that alien is creepy. deep throat really does shoot the damn thing. and cig man lights up while this goes down. is every cigarette one dude he killed….? damn. that’s like 5 packs a day….

“part 4: the x-files”

OOOO, info on scully being brought in!!!

OMG!!! we see parts of her thesis.

did we know she went to the university of maryland? well, i didnt, so that counts as a…

! SCULLY LORE REVEAL ! she graduated from the university of maryland in 1986!

(looking back, i realize this was all flashback stuff from the pilot. but i didn't KNOW at the time that this show would do such things to me, so i wasn't taking detailed notes! wow! how much has changed)

but it’s cancer man reading her thesis. stay away from her!

okay, now we’re back to one of the earliest times we ever saw scully, in her pilot episode fit. and was cig man actually there in the pilot? i think he was, right?

aww, we get to relive the “FBI’s most unwanted” moment through cancer man’s listening. it’s creepy, but still a heartwarming time.

back to the modern day- frohike is talking about how cancer man is “the most dangerous man alive”, because he believes these actions are all that life allows him, and he can never escape himself. damn. that’s deep.

and then back to the 1991 christmas eve scene… an editor loved CSM's book! he used the pen name “raul bloodworth”… have we heard that before? well, i’ll keep an eye out on various shelves. so he calls the number they gave him… he is desperate for validation… and he’s going on about how he wants the cover to look. there’s a cutting comment about “working with young authors”, and the publisher says he’ll have to “relinquish some control”. and cancer man is SO excited.

oh my gosh… wait, why am i lowkey emotional now? but that emotion is very specifically second hand embarrassment.

so he’s typing his RESIGNATION LETTER?? for the day the story gets published. for some reason he thinks that getting one story published = a life of steady income. HAH! if only.

he even takes a wistful look at his cigarettes and crushes them in his hand!!! wow, a time to begin again.

lmao i see a reference to darin morgan in the background magazines… do not think you are slick, props team!

CSM’s going to go pick up his story from a newspaper… and his story was published in a porno… and they changed his ending… 

this is NOT a good thing omg

and the newspaper salesman says that the magazine is garbage…

we just watched his dreams die in real time. and with the magazine, he buys another pack of cigarettes. damn. no chance for a new life, i guess. 

CSM’s now monologing about how life is like a box of chocolates (disappointing), and this is an interesting juxtaposition, because he is next to a man who is digging through garbage while he says all this, so clearly his material status could be a lot worse but it’s probably a mental prison, being rich and important and also sad.

Frohike clarifies that this CSM theory is based on a story he read, but he’s going to check with some hackers. as frohike walks out the door, cancer man mumbles that he can kill him whenever he pleases, but chooses not to do so today. 

woah… very different, but i actually really liked this episode!

i liked getting a peek into the mystical lore surrounding CSM, but also it wasn’t THAT much of a peek, you know? we know a few of the things he did, and that he did them in the name of fighting communism. i guess when he thought that communism was “defeated” they switched to aliens, but also aliens had to be there the whole time, because they did make the agreement about it after ww2. so he’s been up to a lot of stuff.

do i feel a little bad that he can’t get his writing published? yeah, but like i said in a “it’s cringey” kinda way, which i think was the intention. it’s funny that he has amassed all this power but is still a flop. 

like i said, i feel weird about the whole MLK thing. i think the coloring going black and white was to illustrate CSM's black and white thinking, about how you are either right or wrong, and to be wrong requires punishment, no matter what anyone else says on the matter. that was interesting.

hmm, i'm pondering. what will happen next to our smoky- well, i was going to say "our smoky friend", but we are not friends at all, are we? where will our tobacco-filled creep lead us?

i liked this one! it was really different from the traditional episode structure, so it felt special and nice. i liked getting an idea of his line of work and how he got involved with it and why, even if the killing post-Bay of Pigs thing was weird, but i GUESS it did bring the soviets and cuba closer together, so i GUESS if you thought anything that advanced communism had to be avenged, you would think that is a logical conclusion.

hmm, i can't afford to try and figure out who actually did it IRL! too much on my plate. it's an interesting theory... i shall have to give it a long contemplation.

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Bogeyman

CR 10

Neutral Evil Medium Fey

Bestiary 3, pg. 42 (pic taken from Adventure Path: Extinction Curse: Legacy of the Lost God, pg. 79)

For years, FOR! YEARS! I’ve wanted to do an article on the Bogeyman. This monster has a very special spot in my heart, because around 10 years ago when I was just getting into tabletop stuff, I found a copy of Bestiary 3 on a game store shelf and flicked it open. After flicking past Behemoths and Asura, the most striking image to hit my eyes was what appeared to be a clown in a jaunty tophat and an absolutely menacing set of chompers. While by no means my favorite creature in Bestiary 3, my earliest memory of Pathfinder content was seeing that garish purple-and-red beast masquerading as a human, and as such the Bogeyman held a special place in my heart.

Which made it absolutely heartbreaking when my every attempt at extracting its picture from the PDF for use on this blog ended up looking HIDEOUS in a way my brain couldn’t reconcile with. As such, my first-ish exposure to Pathfinder languished... up until recently, with the release of 2nd Edition and a whole host of updated art for a WHOLE bunch of critters! While this Bogeyman isn’t my favorite--I’ll always love the bright purple bastard from 3--it certainly still portrays the mood of the Bogeyman in a way I enjoy. There’s plenty of Fey who cause fear for their own amusement, more than a few who eat it in some fashion, but Bogeymen are fear. They’re terror incarnate, they’re living nightmares, they’re the villain of a thousand stories and they know it, they revel in it, they wear it on their sleeves!

Bogeyman delight in finding singular victims and haunting them for days or even weeks, silently lurking under beds, within closets, in attics, or in basements, occasionally using Ghost Sound to create eerie noises, Darkness to cut the lights, or even Invisibility to quietly stalk their victims from their very own shadows until the haunted soul is on the verge of a breakdown. They’re artisans of terror, delicately crafting every moment of their target’s life of fear, plaguing them with Nightmares by night and by day whispering horrid thoughts into the victim’s ears from an invisible vantage point, making them lash out against friends and family to assure they’re entirely isolated when the malevolent Fey finally decides to end their lives. 

Like many creeping terrors, Bogeymen prefer to keep out of combat unless they’re sure they can win, remaining in the background otherwise. Unlike many creeping terrors, this should by no means make you think they’ll fold easily. They have high saves for their CR, DR 15/cold iron, and 21 SR, but their most infuriating defense is their ability to go invisible at will. Bogeymen are as maddeningly patient in combat as they are when seasoning their victims, flitting in and out of sight with Invisibility and exploiting their titanic +35 to Stealth checks to slither among combatants and find out where they’re weakest, physically and emotionally. Even an invisible Bogeyman can make use of its +28 to Intimidation checks to shake up anyone who can hear it speak as it waits for an opening, something it’s very keen on doing because as you may expect, Bogeymen are all about fear!

They live for fear, gaining Fast Healing 5 if someone within 30ft of them is suffering from any level of it. 30ft is, coincidentally, the range of their Deepest Fear aura, and illusion that shapes itself into the worst fears of anyone who views it. Failing a DC 25 Will save means you’re shaken as long as you’re in the aura, but succeeding the save renders one immune to it for 24 hours... but that just won’t do, will it? We can’t have someone NOT be afraid, so if someone succeeds and maintains a brave face, the Bogeyman disappears once more to Intimidate them, either through the skill check or with their claws. Their 1d8+1 damage claws aren’t really all that scary, but the burst of +6d6 from their Sneak Attack will probably make both the character AND the player jump. Both claws crit on a 19 or 20, and being critically hit by their claws causes Striking Fear to mount up. Failing another DC 25 Will save while already suffering from a fear effect compounds the fear, moving shaken to frightened, frightened to panicked, and panicked to paralyzed with fear (and thus vulnerable to being torn to shreds by Sneak Attack). While relying on crits is... well, unreliable at best, someone being hit even once while already shaken removes that person from the fight for several rounds, as frightened creatures must flee unless cornered, potentially giving the Fey deadly amounts of breathing room so it can recover and slip away... or savage a different, more vulnerable target.

Or just instantly kill someone who’s proven they’re a threat to it. For whatever demonic reason, Paizo decided to give them 3 castings of Quickened Phantasmal Killer each day! The moment it pops out of invisibility to Sneak Attack someone, it may be able to just take out someone else nearby with a glance! If your party doesn’t have any protection from fear, an encounter with a Bogeyman may go from tough to unwinnable in a single round.

If you can weather their initial Sneak Attack and have a way to counter their invisibility (like a sack of flour), things get much simpler. Adding onto that, anything that’s not afraid of them, either because it passed its save against the aura or was unaffected by it in the first place (in case you needed another reason to put Unbreakable Heart in your spell list), takes an enormous bite out of its offense and its defense and can potentially leave it floundering. Even with that weakness, Bogeymen still have access to Hold Person at 3/day to use against creatures they cannot terrify and Suggestion at will to manipulate them so they’re not ENTIRELY helpless against Paladins; keep that in mind if you’re going fey-hunting!

As a closing note, it’s a little funny to me that Bogeymen don’t actually have Darkvision, so their at-will Darkness--which would otherwise be an excellent tool to get in more Sneak Attacks--is just as much and impediment to them as it is to everyone else. It’s also extremely ironic that they’re not immune to fear effects, so any telepathic creature that succeeds against their Phantasmal Killer can turn it back around against them, potentially killing them with their own ability!

You can read more about them here.

[tarithenurse]

Inhuman

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Loki x fem!reader, eventually Stucky, more (some canon, some not). Word count: 961. Contents: Preparations, reality hits hard. A/N: Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Chapter 59

... Reader’s PoV ...

There is still no word from the team. Just like expected, they are too far away for any of the available technology at their current base to pick up transmissions. The Bunker is eerily empty all of a sudden, and the few people who are around either prefer to be alone or are not anyone you want to be hanging out with right now.

To shake of the depressing sense of dread that come hand in hand with waiting, you have made your way far into the forest at a nice pace. Music is playing into your ears, cocooning you in a safe bubble of up-beat tunes, until a couple of startled birds swoop across the gravel track. Pulling out the ear plugs, you come to a halt, quietly surveying the area. Nothing, except burrowing bugs and hibernating critters.

You are torn between continuing or investigating what it might have been that startled the birds. You decide on the first option but when you resume the fast jog you make sure to have turned the music off and tugged the headphones away safely in a pocket.

It’s too quiet. You try to tell yourself that it’s just paranoia, a result of everything that is going on…but you can’t convince yourself of it.

Movement flutters to your left, but as soon as you turn the head, it’s gone and there are no traces left to find in any other way. Swearing under your breath, you continue, this time making it almost 200 meters before something bright flashes momentarily in the bushes further into the forest to the right of the path.

Slowly, and as quietly as possible, you start towards the spot, only pausing briefly on the way to pick up a thick branch which you wield as a weapon. Come out, come out, whatever you are.

“Looking for me?” The voice is coarse, and belongs to a grey humanoid that steps out from behind a tree. A dark-elf. Why can’t I sense you?

“So easy to catch.” A new voice heckles and you have to spin around to come face to face with a being, nearly identical to the first.

Again, you can only see it with your eyes open. “Who are you?” Please don’t hear how nervous I am.

A third figure appears, this one taller and with a white-blond ponytail hanging over the shoulder. “It does not matter who we are. But you will meet our master and you know him as –”

You have hurled the impromptu club at the speaker and it passes right through him with nothing but a golden shimmer to prove that your aim was spot on.

“Loki!”

He must be close enough to hear and as the conjured threats dissipate, a new figure appears in your periphery and for real this time. What does he want? His gait is impossibly elegant and unhindered despite the underbrush and natural obstacles, and you have to steady your own resolve to glare at him rather than admire the lithe creature that he is.

“You shouldn’t wander alone.” He is nearly by your side now.

“Thank you for the reminder, Boromir.” Loki doesn’t appear to get the reference, but he doesn’t ask for an explanation. “I was doing fine before your little game.”

Annoyance flashes in his eyes and you notice his hands a clenching and unclenching repeatedly before he talks. “We can’t risk anything happening to you if we are to succeed.”

“I know! I’m just a pawn in this game but you need all pieces to win.”

Frustrated, you turn to get back to the path but before you have gone more than four steps, Loki has wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled you around to face him. Backing you into the slender trunk of a sugar maple, he surges, planting his lips hard on her mouth.

For a moment, the world consists of warm lips and breath, hands that hold on both as if to test reality and to steady themselves. No! The moment is gone as quickly as it began and you realize the mistake you are making. With a startled shout you push him away.

“[Y/N]…” There is pain and betrayal in Loki’s voice, reminding you of how rarely he trusts anyone.

He reaches out a hand and you carefully take it but make sure not to get too close to him. “If I give in…then it won’t be simple.” You can’t look him in the eyes for fear of what you would feel. “There is one thing, and one thing only, that I should be focusing on.”

For a while none of you say anything more and while you stand there, Loki’s thumb is mindlessly caressing the back of your hand, somehow calming you down. Subtly clearing his throat. “And afterwards?”

“Assuming we all survive…”

“Yes.” What does he expect? You don’t know so you just shrugs. “A whole new world has been opened to you…and you will have eons to explore them in.”

“Hardly eons.” Sure, Inhumans seem to live a bit longer than the average human but only a few of your kind have been cursed with near eternal youth.

Loki must have been considering this possibility for a long time. Now he begins to explain how all evidence he has been able to glean does imply one thing and one thing only. “Your life expectancy could be paralleled with that of the Asgardians. You would appear immortal to anyone here in Midgard.”

Even as you run away as fast as your legs can carry you do you hear his words ringing inside the head. Fuck. Seeing family and friends die of old age long before yourself is not on your wish list.

[your-adoring-victim]

Otter pop / Critter / Fawn / Prey — it/it's

16 y/o — C-DID sys w/ NPD + AvPD !

Single unfortunately but yearning </3

Yandere + Darling — Mostly Darling leaning

Non human — Refer to me as an animal pls

Hiii !! I had brain worms related to Yandere / Darling things so now this blog exists

Mostly made for me to yearn and let out my thoughts and also to reblog stuff I like and / or relate too ! !

I'm aware the theme is a bit "childish" but the choice for otters is deliberate :3 personally I relate to the kind of idea of a prey animal that is usually friendly / shy until cornered and then it becomes nasty !

Just to warn people : content on this blog will be triggering to some, it'll include mentions of obsession, possessiveness, abuse (physical, mental, emotional, ect) and possibly even suicide, murder, ect. Basically everything bad you can imagine in relation to like Yandere / Darling stuff because this is basically my new journal. I will do my best to tag things properly though, don't worry !

Also here are some things I don't support and will likely block you for : Endos, radqueers, Radfems, terfs and pro contact harmful paraphillas

Additionally, I do allow flirting / trying to win my adoration in my inbox if you wish, just be careful because I can and will lose interest rather quickly

Tag list —

♡ Yearning — posting

♡ Whining — venting

♡ Obeying — answering asks

♡ Listening — reblogging posts

♡ Adoring — talking with people I adore

♡ Reciting — lyrics posting

♡ Defying — important posts unrelated to the general theme of this blog

Taken anons — 🩸 .

[bunbeeplays]

Our favorite citrussy family is back!

Tartosa isn't known for its snowy winters, so Ophelia and Xander take their kids on a day trip to Mt. Komorebi for some winter fun. Luckily, their trip is the same day as the Festival of Youth. What a coincidence I didn't plan at all!

While the adults order some sweet treats for their kids, which they ate before I could get screenshots of them all sitting down together, Wren is having the time of her life playing in the snow. This stuff is fun!

Wren wanders over to the super kawaii mascot while her family chows down. Time to make a new friend.

Wren: Doggy!

That's not even close to what they're supposed to be but Yamachan doesn't get paid enough to correct her.

Gemma: So what's this festival all about?

Ophelia: According to this flyer, the Festival of Youth is for celebrating… Well, youthfullness. There's a Voidcritter Hunt if you kids want to join.

Of course perfectionist Gemma loves a competition!

Wren can't join the Voidcritter Hunt because, y'know, she doesn't have a phone. Yamachan can't let their new little friend be sad, though, so they take a selfie together. The camera loves them!

Before the bigger kids head off on their digital quest, Ophelia and Xander are sure to bless their children, as per tradition at the Festival of Youth. They want their kids to appreciate cultures outside their own, plus they don't want any sad sentiments for not getting blessed.

As Sims tend to do, Lulu goes to talk to Yamachan but looks in the complete opposite direction of where the mascot is.

Lulu: Hey, Yamachan, can my siblings and I join the Voidcritter Hunt?

Yamachan: Um, I'm over here, but of course! Find 10 virtual Voidcritters and win a prize!

Speaking of blessing, I have blessed Xander with a vacation day from running the bar because I forgot he worked today. Whoops!

And they're off!

Gemma, Jaden and Lulu start on their path to becoming Voidcritter masters. They made a bet so the losers of the competition have to do the winners' chores for the next week. Every good game needs stakes!

While they hunt, Ophelia's on the hunt for good content for her Simstagram. She's gotta get her own selfie with Yamachan… Which of course Xander had to photobomb.

As for little Wren, she's on the hunt for… something to do. The Festival of Youth seems to forget that toddlers are also young and like doing things.

At least there's a trash can for her to play in like some kind of Dickensian orphan. EA, more toddler activities now!!

Jaden: Ugh! Why am I not finding any critters?

Lulu: Maybe you just suck.

Gemma: The app randomly generates them, Lulu, it's all chance.

Lulu: You're just mad I'm winning.

She's not wrong. Gemma hates that her little sister's in the lead!

Mt. Komorebi has such beautiful scenery.

Too bad these kids are glued to their phones. Oh well, at least they're getting fresh air and exercise.

The game is clearly biased toward heirs because Gemma won! No chores for her this week!

Yamachan congratulates Gemma on her victory and awards her a rare capsule. She gets a Mr. Whiskers Simmie. Cat-tastic!

Now that the festival is ending, there's still time for some sledding.