#HOORAAY!!!

[crystalmagpie447]

crystal i love seeing ur tags on my dash hskdsakjdas they're so happy it's lovely

WEHEEGEHEEGEHEEEEHEGYHUDEGYVEBHISUEGYI

HUZZAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[electricpez]

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[reactionimagesdaily]

REACTION IMAGES BLOG PATCH NOTES (aka the 10k follower celebrations got out of hand)

Hey everyone!

So it's been a hot minute since I announced that we passed 10,000 followers on here! I'm sure... well, I'm actually sure that most people won't be TOO fussed either way, but I did say I was gonna do some stuff, and I wanna stick to my word if nothing else xD

So! Let the celebrations begin! Firstly, I'm announcing a new QnA (I love those things) that'll last,,,, I'll say 2 weeks and go from there. Feel free to ask me about whatever you want!! If you want to cater to me specifically, my current big interests are Baldur's Gate 3, Cyberpunk 2077, Mass Effect, and uuuuh Halo. (Also Bionicle remains a constant.) (Lots of scifi videogame stuff at the moment...)

[IK there's still some stuff in the inbox I need to answer/respond to you - I promise I'll get to those as well <3 thank you so much for your patience, if you've been waiting]

Secondly, here's a new song cover! IDK how many of you have played the game Divinity: Original Sin 2, but here's me singing Lohse's song; Sing For Me.

Thirdly: here's a new gimmick blog! I Was Not Joking. (Though, for my sanity, it's gonna be weekly instead of daily.) I'll be posting the images I have saved in my folder called 'feral screenshots' - it'll basically be a collection of cursed images/images with strange auras. I wanna say y'all know the ones, but if you don't, then here's an example of what we're dealing with:

[Image ID: a person floating in a rubber ring in a swimming pool. On their head is what looks like a life-size Lego head.]

Introduciiiiing the Weekly Weird Images blog!

And Fourthly! It is my great pleasure to announce that we're adding alt text to all the images on this blog! Sorry it took so long to get round to T_T

And yes - I do mean we! To write out all the alt text for these images, I've on-boarded minion-in-chief/court jester aplomb @tizzytinkertilly! I (the reaction images guy) will still be handling every other part of the blog - she'll just be doing that bit. For the sake of my sanity xD

This is kind of a big change - both the addition of alt text, and the fact that this blog is no longer a single-person operation - so for the foreseeable future, the queue's been tweaked so that we only post 2 images a day instead of 4. (Fun fact! 2 images a day was the original MO of this blog, and then covid happened and I was like "I'll make it 4 a day because it'll be a nice thing to do for everyone while they're miserable in this pandemic :)" and then I never stopped (although you could argue that the pandemic never stopped either).) Maybe if/when we fall into a good routine and feel like we can do more, we can bump the rate of images back up, but right now this is a teething phase and I'm keen to slow things down for a little bit. :P (Tumblr has made some WEIRD mechanical choices for group blogs, I'll be honest.)

And, uh, yeah, that's all! Let the QnA begin- Hope y'all enjoy the song cover- Hope y'all enjoy the additional blog- A big welcome to Tinks and to alt text! Happy 10k followers, everybody!

[turrondeluxe]

tumblr is actually where i got the most info of the au in one place so archiving this little piece of info from the au so i don’t lose it

[lacebird]

making PINEAPPLE CAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

[catrinkets]

DUDE!!!!!! i’m serious

[sludgeguzzler]

trigun making me take out my whole anime fanartist arsenal

[abstractgart]

"exploitation function completability at maximum of miniminity",

ok you know what sure. have your words. see if i care. the golds and reds here really remind me of an office waiting room for some reason. or an avant garde dentist's waiting room. this one does a very good job of having gradients that are mildly unpleasant to look at. gives me mid to early 2000s energy somehow? ok this sounds stupid but it awakens dormant iCarly and Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide memories i didn't know i had. goodnight

[pina-repsi]

applejack hooraay 4/6

[a-vivid-dreamer]

Images Featuring Some of My Misha/Mikhail/Watchmaker Theory Conspiracies Hooraay

Warning: Some Penacony 2.0 Main Story Spoilers + Chadwick Sidequest Major Spoiler!

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Ngl, the very last thing I expected to come out of the story with was multiple different conspiracy theories about Misha, Mikhail, and the Watchmaker. Guys I think I’m going crazy.

Please don’t be bait… It just can’t be. There’s too many things that can’t be coincidences. My heart would drop from space.

Anyway, get my padded cell ready cause clearly I need it. 😂

[Update, February 16th, 2024]

- Added Part 3 (Warning: Chadwick Sidequest major spoiler)

[pmpwbrrs]

Okay but what if Inv WAS normal but their hellish campaign made them go insane

Lyrics – Custer by Slipknot (sped up version is such a banger)

HOoraay my Inv. They've died gruesomely more times than all rain world players put together. Inv died in all ways from ALL angles. Their 5th name is Agony /j

They've died horribly so many times that now they just don't care about physical pain. And they don't understand when the pain threshold of other scugs begins

I haven't played them much lol. And I haven't played dating sim. But let me make Inv a crazy son of a bitch who grew up in hell .....

Under cut is a bit yucky stuff. Don't know how to call it,... Heavy injuries, I suppose

[angiemelon]

i did a thing HOORAAY

[h3smoremyselfthaniam]

"Hm.. didn't expect a new face in the Manor's so soon, but hello there" A rather tall man spoke with a tilt of his head, quite curious about the new survivor. He stared at Thomas for a good moment before he cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses.

"Apologies, I sometimes forget to introduce myself.. I'm Logan Horatius! And who you might be?" Logan extended his hand for a handshake, intrigued to know the new person.

( @idv-ask-the-horatiusfamily HIP HIP HOORAAY!!!)

"Why, hello," Thomas said to the man, his voice quite soft and quiet and his face uncertain. "It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Horatius. I'm Thomas Linton."

Mr. Linton was unsure of what to make of his current situation. He didn't know much and hardly understood the few things he did. He'd found out he was a "hunter", but he had no clue what that meant, and he believed that he was somehow both alive and dead simultaneously.

The first mirror he had seen in the manor had shown him a horrid visage. One of sunken eyes and cheeks, bone and greyish blue and purple rotting skin. Now that he was at the manor, seemingly with no way out, he wondered if his last choice had been what was correct.

Thomas hesitated before holding out a gloved hand. He took the one before him and shook Logan's hand. Thomas made brief eye contact with the survivor but only held it for a brief second. He was both unsure and ever so nervous.

(hehehehehe @idv-ask-the-horatiusfamily )

[brightlotusmoon]

Friend on FB: I'm gonna watch Babylon 5 from the beginning! I'm so excited!

Me, holding back from grabbing their shirt and yelling "WE CAN SCREAM ABOUT DELENN AND MARCUS AND SUSAN HOORAAY":

So I think you'll really enjoy learning about Minbari philosophy yes indeed also Neil Gaiman wrote an episode featuring Penn And Teller also there's ZATHRAS. And Lennier likes motorcycles and

[sandsorghum]

Hollywood AU

With Oscars round the corner I wanted to explore a Movie Industry 'verse, featuring Screenplay writer Nanamin x Starlet Reader, with some messy Director Geto x Reader thrown into the mix cuz it's HOllywood so why not.

I don't have things fully fleshed out, this is only a drabble. It's just a fun little plot bunny I'm considering chasing down the rabbithole, so if you enjoy it, please leave some feedback! Thanks~

Nanami toes the line he's sketched in the sand - and you keep scuffing it. Because it is sand, not cement, as much as Nanami would like to believe that. The grains keep trickling through the hourglass, and his throat gets ever more parched around you.

He used to be able to call you to the side of a sound stage in between takes to murmur his corrections. Now he just scratches them out on a clipboard, cursing PAs and sticky notes that aren't at all adhesive.

"I miss you."

Glue floods his throat. Nanami glances at your reflection, eclipsed by a bevy of stylists coiling your locks into perfectly tight, period-accurate ringlets.

"Bunkering down in that cramped trailer, discussing stories. Have you seen Sangsoo's latest by the way?"

You catch sight of him in the mirror and smile, but someone tuts at you to "stay still". Nanami watches your lips go taut as the gloss swipes over, but he knows where to look. Sure enough, there's a matching shimmer in your gaze, locked in on his. Nanami swallows, his eyes dropping to the papers in his lap.

"Been too busy," he grunts.

"Right Now, Wrong Then remains my fav, but you should make your own assessment. I wouldn't mind seeing his new film twice. Maybe over the weekend, we could-"

"I'll be holed up with the rewrites. Studio's orders. I'm leaving your new lines here."

Nanami doesn't so much hear you sigh, as glimpse a small corner of the glass getting fogged up. He feels your stare slide from the rear view to his retreating silhouette as he turns and walks away from your pout, from the memory of a puff of air tickling his mouth.

Every day you seem more like a mirage, less an oasis.

But these are the desert dunes he's chosen to trek through, grounds ever shifting.

Framed by ink strands, jet stone irises cut across steepled ivory hands, with a gleam that renders the lamination of the page redundant.

[And would you like to address the rumours-?]

[Talent's drawn to talent. That's all.]

[The final say?]

[Your next soundbite - until another distraction from our craft comes along.]

The black and white portrait rustles, a splotch of darkness seeps over those eyes, coloured grey as the super-sized quote [DRAWN TO TALENT] is imprinted across the ravines of cheekbones and deep recesses of sockets, now thinned with text.

He's well aware of your history with Geto, the inaccuracies of the accounts on both sides, the way the two of you are the darlings of the gossip columns, as cyclical as the seasons and heroin chic coming back in vogue, appalling as it is.

"How's the fluff piece for our auteur extraordinaire? He opt for self-flagellating or self-fellating?"

So, trouble in paradise then, Nanami thinks.

He shrugs. "The box office'll be happy."

"Oh, hooraay. Praise be for the ultimate - nay, the only metric and arbiter of art."

"Nay?"

His tone is withering, but not enough to stop your belligerence from sprouting. Or spouting.

"Hey. Do you think I got where I am based on sheer luck, or looks?"

You're a few too many whiskey neats in.

"Clearly they weren't stumbling blocks," he says drily, gesturing for his refill. Normally you'd find his diplomacy coy. Now it's just tiresome.

"I expected more than this calibre of flattery from a BAFTA nominee," you sneer, fingers creeping along Nanami's taut wrist. He steadies his grip around his bourbon.

"I'm off the clock. You'll have to get your one-liners elsewhere. Union rules."

You lean in, the cloud of alcohol and your perfume shrouding Nanami.

"Such a stickler," you whisper, the taunt gusting warm and wet against his lips. Through the fog, just barely, Nanami telescopes in on the gleam of your maraschino-red mouth, the gimlet glint of your eyes.

Not chandeliers, but stalactites, the notion coalesces somehow, despite your distractions. Nanami's brain churns, scrambling for a deflective quip, only to short-circuit when he feels your other hand land on his thigh.

"You know, in these scenarios, the rulebook gets thrown out - if one even exists in the first place."

A rough palm clasps your hand, but your forehead brushes Nanami's.

"My point is, I don't give up. I always get what I want."

"Assuming you know what that is."

You freeze.

It's better this way, Nanami thinks, watching the shards twist in your eyes. There is still barely an inch between you and him, close enough for him to feel the breath and consequences you hold in the quiver of your lips. At arm's length, and a lifetime away.

At least like this, he has a front row seat to the fracturing story.

He was never meant to be the protagonist, let alone a hero.

"Are you really coming after me, or are you just trying to get away from Suguru?"

[paleparearchive]

I Still Wanna Paint!

Monet's initial 1★ story (1/1)

Location: garden (evening) | Characters: Monet, Van Gogh, Hiroshige

Monet: Mh-mh! I knew it'd feel good to paint outside! Right, Van Gogh!

Van Gogh: Right! Monet-san, thanks for inviting me out today!

Monet: No prob. It's fun to paint with someone else, right? How's it goin', ya makin' progress with your painting?

Van Gogh: Of course! It's also stimulating my senses, I like painting flowers.

Monet: Me too! When I see a beautiful garden, I wanna paint it. Landscape paintings are great, ain't they?

Van Gogh: That's right. The result may be different from painting indoors.

Monet: Right!? It's a nice change of pace! I often go out with Renoir and the others to paint. If ya want, why dontcha join us sometime?

Van Gogh: Wow, can I!? Thanks. It will be fun to paint with everyone!

Monet: Yeah, it's soooo much fun! And before ya know it, it often becomes a banquet.

Van Gogh: Uh, a banquet…?

Monet: Oh, the wind's pickin' up. Time to call it a day.

Van Gogh: Yeah, the sun is also setting. Huh…?

Monet: Hm? What's wrong?

Van Gogh: Look! Something's flying over there!

Monet: Is that… Somebody's painting!? I can't let this happen, I’m goin' after it!

Van Gogh: Y-Yeah! Let's catch it before it falls into the water!

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Monet: Gotcha! Knew it, it was a drawing paper…

Van Gogh: I'm glad it's safe. I wonder if anyone else was out there painting besides us?

Monet: Looks like it. I mean, this sketch... Whose sketch is it…? How can I say it, it's kinda a very, very movin' feeling…

Van Gogh: That's true! It's simple, yet captivating…

Ah, here! Could it be…

Monet: Got any idea 'bout it?

Van Gogh: Maybe. The touch of water around here looks familiar…

Hiroshige: My oh my, you're the ones who picked it up, huh?

Monet: H-Hiroshige-san…?

Van Gogh: I knew it, this was yours, was it, Hiroshige-san?

Monet: Huh, really!?

Hiroshige: Well you see, a sudden gust of wind blew it away in a matter of seconds. I was in a hurry. Thank god you were here, Monet-dono, Van Gogh-dono.

Monet: Hey, Hiroshige-san! I've got a request!

Hiroshige: Yes yes, what is it? If I can be of any help to you.

Monet: Next time, can ya show me more of your other sketches!?

Hiroshige: Well… I don't mind.

Van Gogh: Ah! M-Me too! I want to see more too!

Hiroshige: Yes, of course. I want you to see not only the rough sketch, but also the finished painting.

Monet: Seriously!? Hooraay! I was really moved by this picture…! When I look at it, I can't help but feel a hot swell risin' up from the depths of my heart!

Van Gogh: Yeah! I feel so, so stirred up!

Hiroshige: Oh no no, I'm embarrassed to be praised this much.

Monet: Uuuuh…

Hiroshige: W-What's the matter, all of sudden? Are you not feeling okay?

Monet: Aaaah… I wanna paaint!! I wanna head to the canvas now!

Van Gogh: I want to paint too! I've been painting all day, but it's not enough!

Hiroshige: … Huh?

Monet: Aight, Van Gogh! Let's go back to the atelier and paint, paint, paint!!!

Van Gogh: Yeah! Let's paint a lot more, a lot more!!!

Monet: Well then, Hiroshige-san! It's a promise, so keep it!!!

Van Gogh: Ah, Monet-san, waaaait!!!

Hiroshige: Oh my… I'm glad to hear that both of them are doing well.