#spoopy-but-safe

[spoopy-but-safe]

Another potential tag change poll.

I found out that the "noms" tag is currently mostly used by younger people, and they've asked that people my age (25) and over not use them.

On the one hand, I've been using them for a really long time; Like, pre-sideblog times. There hasn't been a problem with me using them until very recently.

On the other, times do change, and sometimes we have to change with them. So, I ask this:

*I've used the word "trash" as a code word for this stuff since I was a teenager; I use it casually when talking to my boyfriend about it. If I did this change, I would simply swap out the word "noms" in my existing tags for the word "trash". So, "Safe trash", "Healing trash", etc.

[spoopy-but-safe]

Reblogging this here, and also adding some additional info:

Healers have developed their own special cultivars of fruits and veggies to use in their food. There are many, but I'll only talk about one for now: A breed of tomato grown mostly in the main Den, which is situated in what we know in our world as the American south.

These tomatoes have a rich, savory flavor, almost like roasted meat. They're also really big once fully grown, around the same size as a cantaloupe. These tomatoes are often picked while still green, sliced, and fried, and either eaten by themselves or as a topping in sandwiches.

One of the common areas of the Den is essentially a huge cafeteria that operates 24/7. You can visit here and get fresh food made from local ingredients anytime. Great way to try whatever crazy fruits and veggies are in season at the moment.

Rare outsider-safe piece of info about Healing:

Healing is pretty strong magic, and it never shuts off. Even while the Healer sleeps, even when truly unconscious. It becomes an integral bodily process, like their heartbeat and their breathing. It never stops as long as they live.

Obviously, this uses lots of energy. Because of this constant energy use, Healers have to eat quite a bit more than outsiders of their same species. They eat bigger portions and eat more often than others tend to, given good conditions.

Healers are also blessed with more powerful and more attuned senses, including their senses of taste and smell. Good flavors in their food are amplified. They can even taste flavors that outsiders fully can't. You know those jokes about shrimp colors? That's what these flavors are like; an outsider can't even imagine them.

Fun real-life fact: You gain more nutrition from your food when you enjoy eating it. Look it up, it's true!

With all of these factors combined, I come to the main point of the post: Healers have their own cultural foods in places where they congregate across the world. This food is very calorically and nutritionally dense, and also incredibly flavorful. If an outsider were to eat this food, they would likely need only half or even a quarter of the portion that a Healer would need of the same dish.

I just find it neat.

(Forgot to say at first for the uninitiated: an outsider is someone who IS NOT a Healer.)

[thecourtjester12]

Introducing the new and improved 'Moondrop' Naptime Attendant of the Superstar Daycare!

CW: Scopophobia, possible eyestrain

"....bedtime, bedtime....it's past your bedtime little one....."

At long last the bot is done! LSAU Moondrop and its non existent personality! It's only following protocols after all.

[ey3dye]

uhhh tornado warnings surrounding my town wish me luck broskis (gn)✌️✨

[thepirateboutique]

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[elizabethplaid]

This channel should not have captioning

I've mentioned how we have a camera set up in our garage, looking out the side window. I left the light on for my dad, so the thermometer looks a little creepy.

But considering this is... a direct video feed, it shouldn't have triggered the closed captioning. I've never seen it do that before, let alone in pink gibberish text. It's likely a data blip, though I'm not sure of the cause. The characters were changing for bit, too, then stabilized right before I took the pic.

3rd picture was taken just after the captioning went away. It looks less creepy in person, as my cell phone adjusted the lighting on the tv.

[ittybittyteddie]

*whispers*

halloween 🎃

halloween 👻

halloween 🦇

[cleocatrablossy]

He looks.

[obwjam]

Feeling deranged thinking about Sweeney Todd g/t please stick with me here.

Borrower in Mrs Lovett’s meat pie shop. They have to battle bugs constantly but there is always food, so it’s worth it.

Their base is upstairs because the unit above the shop has been abandoned for years.

Then Sweeney comes back and moves back into the unit and starts murdering people and the borrower is initially freaked out because Yikes™️ but then there’s this kind of morbid curiosity.

Like imagine humans brutally murdered this borrower’s family, so they see Sweeney murking people and are like hmmmmmm.

I think there’s a lot of room for toxic g/t relationships and lots of fearplay and I just :D

honestly i’m so with you here because the fearplay potential is OFF THE CHARTS

[spoopy-but-safe]

Random specific thing I think about a lot in trash: The action of the prey turning themselves right-side-up after being swallowed headfirst or otherwise wriggling into a more comfortable position.

Just imagine how that would feel from either side.

On one, pressing out at the yielding walls surrounding you, trying to push yourself off of them to turn yourself around. Finally ending up in the perfect position for a nap.

On the other, feeling them pushing and elbowing around in your belly, trying to get cozy. Even better if you assure them they don't have to be gentle about it; It doesn't hurt you, it feels nice.

And that isn't even getting into how that moment would look.

Gah, I just love it. 10000/10. I always have to at least acknowledge it in my story if the trash is the focus.

[spoopy-but-safe]

Now, I don't typically do this type of art that's relevant to noms... But, today, I made another modification to Oliver. I gave him a stomach!

Once again, under a cut for length.

To begin, I drew a rough shape on a scrap of pink mochi fabric that I had. This fabric is super soft and super stretchy (it's what they make squishmallows out of!), so it's perfect for this purpose!

I decided that the original shape wasn't big enough, so I extended it a bit.

Rather than cutting this out before I sewed it, I just decided to pin all around it so the two layers wouldn't shift too much and sew it first.

After I sewed it, I cut it out.

Then, I unpicked part of the stitching in the back of Oliver's mouth, placed the pouch inside, and hand sewed it in.

This was pretty quick and easy, and came together quite well! Once the stitching was finished, he looked pretty seamless!

... But, if you open his mouth...

And now, Oliver can eat!

I had to test if another stuffed animal fit inside, and Bnuuy here volunteered:

He does in fact fit all the way inside, with room to spare. I didn't want to leave him in there, though, so Bnuuy has returned to his spot on the bed.

And there we go! I really like how this turned out. Now I just need to figure out what I should keep in there...

So! For Christmas, I received one of these guys from my sister:

This is a Wild Republic monsterkin. The name he comes with is Dusk, but I named mine Oliver.

I specifically asked for him because he's my favorite of the line. Just look at him! He's a big ol bugbear!

(This post is kinda long, so I'm gonna put the rest under a cut.)

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I'm telling you this in case you want one, as well: For some ungodly reason, Dusk's arms are FULLY SEWN INTO THE SIDES OF HIS BODY. They can't be lifted or moved, they're completely attached from top to bottom! I've never seen anything quite like it.

You can't tell from the product picture, and it really bothered me when I first unwrapped Oliver. I decided I'd use my sewing skills to detach most of the arms from the body, leaving only the shoulders attached. I figured that the body and arms were all one piece, and there was just stitching down the sides to make it look like he has arms. For fatigue/brain badness reasons, I waited until today to do my alterations.

Turns out, it was even more baffling than that. The arms are separate pieces that were just sewn fully into the sides of the body. I unpicked the stitching up to his new shoulders, leaving him like this:

(I know my bed is messy, shh)

The arms were literally just closed with messy, exposed seams and just made part of the body. Wild.

Unpicking him this way left him open on his sides, so I used those to plump him up a bit with some of my nice polyfill (the stuff he comes with is kinda rough and clumpy), and I also decided to give him a safety nose!

I did some nice, strong stitches down his sides, and then closed his arms neatly! Oliver is now capable of sniffing AND hugging!

... Hopefully not at the same time.

There we go! Oliver is now his own monster, different from all the other Dusks! He's ready for snuggles and adventures now!

[cleolinda]

I finally figured out why—you know how people have comfort TV, or books, or whatever it is? I finally figured out why some people’s comfort media is horror, because that genre is one of mine. And mine’s more suspense, mystery, psychological horror, or even paranormal investigator shows that are very spoopy as long as you suspend your skepticism and go with the vibes. I’m not into huge amounts of gore or slasher movies or shock horror. But I know some people are, and I’m sure there’s someone out there who finds Terrifier 2 comforting, somehow.

It’s because they’re things we enjoy. That’s it. You can get into “horror is a safe roller coaster” and all that, but that’s why we enjoy horror. Enjoying anything is why we find it comforting. Not because I find being discomfited comforting; not because someone thinks chainsaw maniacs are intrinsically comforting. It’s because you sit there with something familiar and go, “Aw, here’s the really good part!” or “I really love the acting,” or “The mood is IMMACULATE,” or “The people who made this really put so much love and effort into the effects, look how good this is,” exactly the same way I would with, say, Lord of the Rings. Maybe you remember the behind-the-scenes lore, or reminisce about the first time you saw it and where you were in your life. Maybe even how much you needed whatever it is at that point in your life. And that’s why I might sit there behind a pillow rewatching The Haunting of Hill House, or going down a beloved creepypasta/No Sleep rabbit hole, while everyone else thinks I’ve lost my mind. I feel better about it when you frame it that way—it’s whatever reason you liked something in the first place, mellowed into fondness.

[elizabethplaid]

The weird captioning appeared on my tv again!

It was changing quite rapidly tonight, so I ended up taking a video. But it -kept- changing, so I couldn't just... stop recording. Video is 20 minutes long, def too long to post to tumblr.

On the bright side, dad and I figured out it's likely related to the light being on in the garage. It had stopped when he turned off the light after getting home. He offered to turn it on again, and it made the captioning return! So... yeah, somehow the modem that connects the video feed is likely interpreting signals in the light as a form of closed captioning. Mystery solved!

Original post was November 3rd, 2023

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

ok first of All, thank u so much for answering my KND mourning Au question. Loved the art ! 😍 I’m sorry if I’m bothering u. There’s an AU Idea that JUST struck me like a lightning bolt ⚡️. What if Irwin,Sydney,Lou,Charlie & Ray became the DCFDTL in 1984 instead of Sector Z? How much would change? Like Sector V since Wally canonically can’t exist in that universe. Would Sector Z become members of the Adult division? Who would marry who? Would their kids become members of Sector V? Would any of the C.A.K.E episodes change. Would they find away for the 5 to come back permanently?

You don’t have 2 if you don’t wanna, I just think it’s a neat idea 4 an AU 👐🏻Anyways have a good day! 😃

Here's a little visualization of them... spoopy. As for the rest, let's go for a rant under read more.

Being that Sector Z was the best of the best, I'm more than sure that all of them got promoted to the Adult Division, and now have jobs that allow them to keep an eye on the other kids.

Specifically, they might take the roles other characters have, such as:

Alessandra is the elementary school teacher. No were-dog shenanigans, unfortunately, but everyone likes her because she's very energetic and creative; she makes sure the is school safe and fair for them. She had that mishap with Grandma Stuffum but welp... it can happen;

Lenny is one of Mr Boss' workers, taking Sydney's role. He's the one who will solve the "take your daughter to work" situation and help Kuki get everyone back;

Constance will be one of the moms... even if no one has ever seen her kids. But this way, she's allowed into other moms' spaces, and makes sure Sector V is doing their job by casually visiting the kid's moms;

David works more secretly: he's never seen around unless things get really bad. He's Vicky's second;

And then... Bruce... my boy... I am so sorry... you're the new Toiletnator BUT DON'T WORRY! You'll have a slightly different costume and approach to the character! You will crack jokes every second and make everyone laugh as you want! The best jokes are for complete distraction! You'll do great!

(obligatory pic otherwise someone is gonna kill me @numbuhinfinitys )

As for how they got there instead of Sector Z:

As I said, Sector Z will disappear in 1984. Their Soopreme Leader Numbuh 420 told them that there was some strange activity in a house down the lane in a city in Virginia, and asked them to go investigate.

Being that, at that point, Sector Z and Sector Ʌ were friends, David was the one suggesting that Sector Ʌ investigate instead, so they can show not only Numbuh 420 but THE WHOLE ORGANIZATION that they could do as good as any other sector.

Billie was a bit unsure but accepted the challenge, and the Australian group headed to this mysterious mansion.

There was a furious fight that involved lasers and gorillas and after that, Sector Ʌ disappeared.

Sector Z felt guilty and after some months of nothing, they took matters into their own hands and went to that mansion to see what was going on, only to be met by a young Father and his Delightful Children, who looked too much like their lost friends.

Since then, they swore they would find a way to bring them back, but also keep the other kids safe from them (spoiler: they took it too easy but realised how dangerous they could really be when they made Nigel bald).

INTERESTING THINGS THAT CAN CHANGE:

In Z.E.R.O. two things can happen: Sector Z comes out to help Monty fight Grandfather / Sector Ʌ is undelightfulizied and fights alongside Nigel;

Monty isn't the one that turns Sector Ʌ back to normal; it's actually David who gets the honour, and the two Sectors have a little sweet moment where they recognise each other and are told what they need to do;

Lou and Syd always hold hands, but you cannot see it because Charlie is in front of them;

Since the delightfulization works with kids who are not previously well educated, I think Irwin might sometimes snap out of it; he's had a very strict education that overlaps with the delightfulization. As we know, two negatives make a positive.

Sector V misses a Numbuh 4. In each "episode" there is a new kid filling that spot, and every time they quit because that Sector is "too much".

Around the second season, sometimes they get help from a kid with blonde, wavy hair and green eyes, and he's the one they eventually give the codename "Numbuh 4", even if it's not official. He earns their trust completely.

Yes, Irwin is Numbuh 4 and a Delightful Child, but there's no risk of backstabbing: when he's Numbuh 4, he doesn't remember anything about his Delightful status, and when he's a Delightful Children, he doesn't remember about his Numbuh 4 status;

When he's Numbuh 4, Irwin doesn't remember his real name. When he was asked what it was, Hoagie remarked how it sounded like he was from Australia > Australia has a marsupial that sounds like a name > "My name is Wallabee. Wally for short."

It's gonna be fun and sad when it comes out, but also, it will give Sector Z a new hope to bring all of them back;

Needless to say, the end of INTERVIEWS is NOT canon here. Maybe the one in the previous bullet point is the end of the Delightfuls: a hope for the future;

And since I first talked about Z.E.R.O.: Numbuh 4 is strangely absent, saying he was going to tackle the zombie invasion from another point and then disappearing. He reappears at the very end in from the wreckage of the treehouse;

Numbuh 442, Irwin, and Numbuh 4 all have different looks as seen below;

It's a kind of "Superman/Clark Kent" situation. Abby is slowly connecting the dots.

Goes without saying but HE AND KUKI WILL HAVE NO ROMANCE. Irwin is not interested in love, and even if Kuki might have a crush, he will politely reject her and ask to be friends;

To the answer "do the other know about Irwin's double identity?" I reply: no. They don't. They DO notice when he's not around (of course), but when he's Numbuh 4 the hivemind doesn't work anymore;

Back to the group: as Delightful Children, they don't have the Australian accent, and talk in plain English;

They have normal CAKED episodes, but of course, Numbuh 4 is absent in all of them;

And... that's it, nothing else comes to mind.

THANKS, NOW I HAVE ANOTHER AU TO ADD TO THE LIST SIGH.

[townofcadence]

"Smoke?" He repeats, trying to make sense of what he thought he heard. She's speaking loud, but the blizzard is doing it's damndest to swallow them both. The snow is already to their thighs. "That's good!" That meant there had to be somewhere nearby. Even if it was the worst option, a cave, or the best, one of those buildings along the trails, that would at least give them some respite from the storm until it passed. Either way, those options were better than standing here. And with the flurrying winds, it couldn't be far, or the scent would've been dispersed by all the air movement. Right?

He pauses as she takes point, a protest on his tongue. He knows how much trust it takes to show her back and there's a bitter feeling in placing her in that position, but what he hates even more is the idea of her taking the brunt of the load. Salena was so sacrificial, she'd hurt herself without a thought to protect him, but he needs to protect her, when she already suffers so much for him and everyone she cares for. She shouldn't have to do this.

But....he can concede that her fur is protecting her, and it was senseless for both of them to face the winds. He can tell how she much this will take out of her this close too. If she even started to twinge in pain, he could step in so she could recover, if need be.

He keeps that thought tucked into his chest like a safeguard. Arms hugging himself, Artair follows behind her in the storm.

It seems worse every minute, and he's glad they have her nose; he can hardly see in the sleeting wrath of the blizzard. It all is just white, drifting, pelting, slicing--- he can only focus on Salena's tail, trying to use it as his guide as she trudges forward. The furrows she leaves in the snow help him keep up, though they fill near as fast as she plows them with her legs. He can see the spires of pines, black and frosted and barely visible in this weather, the needles billowing under the intensity of each snowy gale. They.... won't make it much farther. He's cold-- cold cold cold he can't stop shaking and crying and he's so ANGRY---

Artair lets out a shaky breath, one stolen by the wind before he can even see the fog of the exhale. His shoulder is burning and he feels numb again--- that was--- he wasn't sure. The feelings drop away and then crescendo all at once in his chest before vanishing again. It's exhausting, almost as exhausting as he's starting to feel. He's still crying, and the tears freeze on his cheeks into crackled ice, breaking as his skin tightens in winces.

He's ready to ask Sal to stop, to just dig a space out, and make a shelter. He isn't sure he can make it much further before he's a fucking popsicle, with how soaked and bedraggled he is. His hair is hanging against him, plastered to his face and iced white by snow, and he stumbles from the stiffness in his legs, even if moving them is all that's keeping him from freezing. The prosthetic hardly moves, and when he brushes himself with the metal it feels so frigid it burns. His veins are cold, it feels like his heart is pumping ice through his body, and his breathing feels slow, strained. If he swallows enough snow, can he drown? Maybe? Fuck, he's tired. The cold is seeping into even the marrow of his bones. They feel liable to snap. He keeps coughing--

And then Salena stops in front of him. He peers around her.

Lights. Window panes lit in warm gold.

It's like being struck by lightning. Both their paces increase, moving as fast as they can towards what can only be some kind of outpost. He can barely see the shape of the building, but the yellow casts like a beacon into the dark of the snow; it leaves pools of warm light, shimmering and wavering with snow as drifts of it pass through the light. It can't be more than a hundred feet or so, maybe just a little more than that. They can make it. They came this far, they can do this. A hundred feet is nothing.

At the loping pace they both manage, they're already halfway there. The door opens and he can see fire, warm light, fucking salvation from the cold. Someone runs out, waving their arms frantically and yelling. They must have seen them from the windows, and are trying to flag them over--

Artair feels a gust of wind leave him and his arm lights up in fire. He can't catch his breath, as cold burns into his lungs like thin tendrils of ice, which splinters into spears that pierce through the precious tissue. He almost falls forward, seeing Sal continuing to move towards their destination. She knew he was supposed to be right behind her but---

His thoughts scatter like the flakes stinging his skin and his eyes threaten to droop. He turns his head to the sensation and sees frozen crystals like quartz and icicles growing from the perimeter of the sensation. And there, ringed by that growing ice, was a hand. It is pale and damaged, blue at the palm and black at the tips of their fingers. It clutches his arm at the bicep tight, and the touch sent convulsions through him, flooded his eyes with tears enough to blind and a dizzying vertigo.

He manages a few blinks to clear them, and a zombie turn of his head to follow the hand-- a woman stands there, her hair mid length and sleek, black and tipped with frost until it shimmers, and floating around her like she's underwater. Her outfit is bleached of all color, a coat with fur trim and thick pants, all damaged, tattered with rips and tears. He can see what looks like a knitted hat, tangled in her hair near the crown of her head and vanishing behind her in the curtain of her wavering hair. She's shorter than him, but she seems to stand on the snow itself, so she towers above him by at least a foot as her tattered boots glide over the banks at his side. One leg sits twisted, near all the way backwards, with splinters of bone jutting out where a break likely was beneath her pants. The whole of her visage carries an ethereal glow in the softest blue.

She has a pale face, white beyond life, with parts shorn away like one might expect with biting winds like this. Her lips, her cheeks, her nose and ears-- even the hollows of her eyes were all black and bloodless. Sparkling flakes of ice dapple her eyelashes and brows, the corners of her mouth, and the edges of raw, damaged flesh with white. The rest of her glitters, like freshly fallen snow catching in the golden light of the building ahead. Her eyes were white with a milky sightlessness. Tears flow in streams that froze over themselves in sheets on her face.

When her mouth moved, black dribbled out, dripping down her chin before seeming to congeal where it oozed along her face. Her lips opened more, wider and wider, and her cheeks seemed to crack, to fracture like glass along the skin, revealing black underneath. Still she stretches her open mouth, until they shatter entirely in black and white shards; he can't even feel as some of them embed in his arm where she holds it. They continue breaking away, allowing her jaws to stretch into a yawning chasm, impossibly wide.

For someone alive, that is.

"S-sAL--"

A wail escapes her throat. His own strained whisper cuts away. Artair's vision turns snowy with spots and static as a wave of something wracks him. He swears she doesn't speak, but he hears it nonetheless, even during her endless, unyielding scream.

It's.

MINE.

It bounces in his head like a ricocheting bullet. The woman is still screaming, but he hears the voice in his head with clarity, like those two words were whispered in his ear in a silent room. And the voice-- it sounds tattered, wrecked and raw and desperate and enraged; the torrent of it drowns him to mutism, makes him wish he could rip each rib from his chest to escape the torment. His fingers flex under the compulsion, and he almost collapses, almost drops to his knees--

But this isn't the worst he's suffered.

He bites his lip until it bleeds from the points of his incisors, and inhales through those clenched teeth. A flicker of life restores itself in him with the forced breath. He wrenches his arm in the woman's grasp, feeling the hand break away with a hollow, crackling snap. It twists his stomach, but he focuses on the momentum.

Keep moving.

He stumbles forward in the snowdrift, trying to put distance between him and---whatever that woman was. Hopefully he'll end up closer to Sal and what might be a break from all the freaking perils. He hears a howl behind him, another shriek from the woman, but he pitches only further forward, trying to navigate while blinded by just-- too much.

Admittedly, keeping her attention on something other than the snow was doing some wonders against her own body. Assess the situation, be mindful of the other person with her, figure out the next step they would need to logically take. Her armor and fur were naturally made to withstand the weather, but it wasn't going to last forever. Her shivers from the initial hit would die down, but the blizzard would remain.

More concerning was Artair. He was significantly worse off than she was. Skin rather than fur. Clothing that was going to get soaked the longer they stayed out in the open. All he had to protect his face was his hood, and even that was not going to be enough.

Finding shelter was of the highest priority. Even if she had to dig a hole somewhere for them both to hunker down in, she would.

Or hell, maybe her vial could be a last resort option. A stone body wouldn't suffer much from the snow, and it would make blocking the wind and snow from Artair much easier... trouble was they wouldn't be able to move... not easily anyways. Flying was out too.

So they would walk.

Salena's ears pulled back, eyes narrowing as they fell on his hand. It was already turning red... they needed to move now.

He tried his phone... and while slightly helpful, couldn't give them a direction. Neither could his compass. She couldn't help the way her lips pulled up into a silent snarl. A random direction wasn't going to do them any good. He'd suggested seeing if she could hear or smell anything. Hearing wasn't really doing any good for them either... not over the roar of the wind from the blizzard.

She thought she could hear something else under it... but not certain. Not anything that would lead them to shelter.

Then her nose caught something. Smoke. Smoke was liable to be coming from some kind of fire. There wasn't anything else she could think of that would create such a source, at least not in this storm. If there was a fire going nearby, then it had to be in a covered space.

Salena turned her head back to Artair, "I can smell smoke. I'm going to lead us to it. Fall in line behind me and I'll take the brunt of the storm." Of course... she was aware of what this meant... asking him to do that. It all came down to trust.

She took a deep breath, turned her back to him, pushed against the storm, and began to lead them, following the only smell that might be their saving grace.

[happy-poppyseed]

the kittens have colors in their eyes now. Spoopy and Socks both have golden eyes while David Lynch has green eyes. they let me hold them like a baby, Spoopy being the most receptive to it. they let me rub their little tummies. I'm trying to dissuade them from biting, must get something for their teething. still not on kibble yet, costs about $8/WK to feed them the canned food.

if anyone has advice on how I can find happy safe homes for them please share! the household cannot afford more cats. thanks.