#They all went poof

[captainjacklyn]

Not me reading my own writing without realizing and being like : "Oh this is nice, I'm gonna reblog and like it." only to find out that it's my fucking post- ✋💀

[daily-basil]

hes one of the girls

[tswwwit]

just reread whump au for the nth time now, and it suddenly occurred to me what in god's name would've happened if dipper just straight up kicked the bucket right after saying, "i love you."

i can't imagine bill's reaction would've been a good one. i'm getting chills just trying to picture it, honestly.

in fact, just the image of dipper dying in general, and seeing the aftermath of that from bill's pov, has my whole body breaking out into goosebumps.

awesome.

also, let's just assume that bill hasn't yet figured out the whole reincarnation thing in this scenario aha

(i just really like angst okay? lmao)

Oh man, Bill? Oh Bill. Bill.

He would be very, very upset.

Also this is a good opportunity for the ol' classic:

[anexistingexistence]

With my magical Finn paranoia lately (and with the jokes about literal fucking cultists) I was just waiting for that ra(t)ccoon to turn into a full-grown dude this whole video and am very relieved that that didn't happen.

[see-arcane]

It seems to me that all Dracula Lives sequel novels and movies do not want to explore the consequences to the actual main characters and the world at large that such an ending would entail, but to have Dracula as the protagonist and their OCs (and when any of the book characters still are there, they are practically OCs). Personally I'm tired of him returning, bring on other vampires or undead or werewolves and ghouls if you want new monsters in the same universe. But it's time for the survivors to shine, not their tormentor, for once.

No, no, Dracula can still show up! He just has to be in a little dirt jar. With a cape.

But yeah, seriously, there's so much more fodder to work with than just "Somehow Dracula has returned :/." Countess Dolingen's there, the Pretty Girl in Piccadilly, the sailors of the Demeter, the Bloofer Lady-bitten kids (we don't know if all her victims were reported and/or if they lived), other supernatural bogeymen, and oh, hey, yeah, all the implications of Literal Actual Demons hanging around in the mountains giving out sorcery lessons...

But nooo let's just hit the rewind button on Dracula turning to dust, it's cool, it's fine, 11/10 very original

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey! I can't remember if you ever found out what the red flower vines on Frank's house could be, but I think I found a candidate! It's called the Red Mandevilla Vine and their meaning is interesting

OHHH THAT'S THE BITCH!!! that's gotta be the bitch!!! i'm stuck between that one and the red trumpet vine, but i think you probably Got It. hopefully... god i'm gonna be chewing on this all night aren't i

if anyone is curious, this ask is referencing This Post i made about neighborhood observations / flower symbolism

[musubiki]

this and also she ends every fact with the phrase “verified” or “real science fact” so everyone is like oh shes DEFINATELY full of shit and then its all true LMFAOOOO

[seawillfuckyourshitup]

@redwayfarers Nero I am so sorry for being late on wip whenever BDNSNDNS it gets lost in my inbox and then I forget :-:

Uhh so—here’s a thing I have to do for my art class I have to ink but I’m procrastinating on

Tagging: @joy-fires @minscofrashemen @lyriumsings @sunshinemage

[md023]

possible unpopular take: idgaf about Holly Wheeler 😅

[famewolf]

speaking of ocd, I think I'm realizing that I truly don't have anxiety and it's literally just my ocd. im not anxious about anything until it involves me and suddenly I'm spiraling

[archirdarchernar]

baby's first cancellation, are y'all proud of me?

my crimes include: wishing death and suffering onto jk rowling, being late to school, and having food in my bedroom (on my work table)

[godofthestupid]

the muse of art(Sensakizsensei) bestowed upon me a blessing(gavis bettel new outfit reveal) and I shall use it(absolut brainrot) wisely(only bettel fanart for the forseeable future)

[flufflecat]

collecting school of dragons screenshots before it dies

[fereldanwench]

ahhhhuughhdhjdjdjd

we just lost power and I'm rly annoyed bc I wanted to do one more photoshoot before bed

OH WELL

at least I hadn't gotten too far in setting up the scene

[keeps-ache]

did i ever mention those fake cigarettes i made out of construction paper that i hid all over our house? because my brother found one and he's unfortunately trying to perfect his 'flicking a cigarette into his sibling's face' skill

[stevethehairington]

so about the you are my sunshine ficlet (ouch, btw) have you given any thought to how it would fit with the Kas!Eddie theory? because it feels like more pain to me.

OH no i have NOT 👀 but i certainly am NOW 👀👀👀 (also hehe SORRY)

now i'm just picturing steve, back in the upside down because vecna isn't dead, he's not dead and the gates aren't closed and they have to put a stop to it, to him, once and for all. he's leading the pack as they slowly make their way through the woods, weapons in hand, careful to avoid stepping on the vines or doing anything to disturb the hivemind.

it's quiet, everyone on high alert, eyes wide and ears perked.

and that's when steve hears it.

a sotto voce humming. so quiet he would've missed it if he hadn't been listening so closely. this barely there melody, coming from the trees.

steve freezes in the middle of the trail.

dustin starts to ask why he stopped, but steve holds his hand up, shushes him.

he squints into the brush, and he strains his ears and —

— and then he hears it. the lyrics, the words.

"you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

an icy chill grips his heart, his lungs. slides down the length of his spine, all the way to his toes.

"you make me happy, when skies are gray."

he can't breathe. he can't blink. he can't move.

"you'll never know dear, how much i love you."

he knows that song. he knows that voice.

only — it's not that same voice he heard all those months ago, hidden away in that shitty boathouse. there's nothing gentle about it now, nothing soft or sweet.

it's harrowing now. haunting. cold and sinister, with a taunting edge to it. sharp and cutting. unsettling.

"please don't take my sunshine away."

steve's heart is in his throat. it can't be true. it can't be true. there's no way.

there's a rustle in the trees then, and a thud as something lands — feet. a body. right in front of him. just inside the shadows.

steve can't help himself. "eddie?" he asks.

the creature steps out of the shadows.

it narrows its wild eyes. laughs something deep and twisted. tilts its head. flashes sharp teeth and a bloodred grin. then,

"who the hell is eddie?"