#blobbie found you

[loveletterworm]

Maybe its because theyre probably made more often than other creatures since they happen through gameplay but spore seems to really like automatically downloading mainly early creature stage creatures above all else (it gave me a whole set of the same one in different colors even...)

This one is named Grandpa for some reason

[the-furies]

btw fun fact chao have the consistency of Goop. to an extent.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

New Zelda Duplication Glitch!

It's hard to find what you need in Hyrule. Sometimes the frog you need is high up a slippery wall. Sometimes there just aren't enough bomb flowers. Sometimes you really need just one more Smotherwing Butterfly and not a single one can be found.

Here's how to duplicate an item fast and easy in Tears of the Kingdom's latest patch:

Collect exactly 25 of the item you want to duplicate.

Head to Wayansbro Grove in the depths and defeat the two armored silver lynels without losing any hearts to gloom.

Equip one of their 5-shot bows, reload and defeat them again if they only drop 3-shot bows. Note that this must be within 10 minutes before a blood moon.

Select and drop all 25 of the item, making sure not to let any fall in the surrounding gloom. If any of the items touch the gloom you will need to collect a different 25 of that item. You must drop all 5 sets of 5 within 2 seconds, so get ready to do some fast button mashing.

Ultrahand all 25 items together into a single blobby mass, then quickly enter up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, + to perform the glitch that will summon three moldugas. Do not attack the moldugas, just avoid them for now. Grab the ultrahand blob of items and carefully leave it on the tail of the northmost molduga. If the molduga leaves you'll have to restart the process (this happens 96% of the time, or if you equip the fully upgraded Hero's Aspect, 94%), but if the three moldugas begin to play hacky sack with the ultrahand blob, the glitch can succeed.

Call the Nintendo Power Hotline and request a "back-cancel." They will send you the forms to fill out in triplicate to mail to Nintendo so that they can send a "ping" to your Switch. When the "ping" arrives, press the square button exactly when the southern molduga hits the blob with its tail. If you time this perfectly, you will get an extra item when you pick up the blob. Previously it held 25 items, but now it holds 26!* Congrats!

*This glitch works ONLY on Bokoblin Horns.

[bedoballoons]

Hi I'm the Anon who asked for Newt briefcase hcs I just wanted to say thank you for doing that probably confusing request lmao

How about Anemo boys + aether and neuvillet with gn darling who has SCP 999 as a pet

It wasn't that confusing don't worry!! Im just glad you enjoyed it and I hope you like this one too! Sorry it took so long...but thank you for your request! <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~SCP 999~༺}

CW: Mostly fluffy, descriptions of living blobs! GN! Reader! Cursing!

Also in case you don't know what it is, SCP 999 is a friendly orange blob type of SCP and one quick google search of it will show you just how adorable it is!

(Includes: Xiao, Wanderer, Kazuha, Heizou, Venti, Aether, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao sighed, trying desperately not to giggle or give in to your blobs attempts to make him laugh...no matter how much it tried to tickle him and use it's aroma to drug him with happiness he wouldn't let it work. "Where did you find this... thing again?"

"Just wandering around outside this guarded place...come on Xiao you know you want to smile! Give into the laughter!!"

"Absolutely not....wait what? A guarded place? Are you sure they weren't being kept in there? What if they are dangerous?"

"Xiao, they have been cuddling you for ten minutes...pretty sure it isn't dangerous. I think they like you!"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"What the fuck is that..." Wanderer stared at the blobby orange pile of goop next to you, his face twisted into a almost disgusted look as it watched him with large round eyes and a cute smile, you could tell the little one just wanted to be friends with him...but convincing him to agree would be difficult.

"They are my friend, I found them outside of a security building...lost and sad, all alone. I had to help them! Come on, you know they are cute!" You patted the blobs head, making it jiggle while it's smile grew, truthfully the cutest little thing you'd ever seen.

"Did you just say you found it...near a SECURITY BUILDING???"

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Do you think they feel emotions? Such as agony, happiness...loneliness? Do you think they have family?" Kazuha threw a stick a couple feet away, watching with a distant look in his eyes as the blob hurried after it like a puppy playing fetch. In truth you'd wondered the same thing for awhile now...did your little friend have a family? Had you taken them away from it...or had you saved them from something that had made their family non existent?

"I know they can feel emotions. Right now they are clearly happy and when I first found them they seemed sad, but for all I know I read it wrong...what if I took them away from their home?"

"I think the more accurate wording...is you gave them a home. You tend to do that...for more than just new creatures."

𑁍༄Heizou:

"From a secure building you say? Perhaps we should investigate it further? There could be more entities like your friend..." Heizou stared at the orange blob, truthfully less concerned with finding more of them and far more concerned with finding out if their occurrence was due to illegal experiments. It could be a big bust if his intuition was correct...and it almost always was.

"Yeah but Heizou it was incredibly guarded, like people with guns..."

"Guns hmm? I'll call in back up then, I have a feeling what you saw was more than just a secure base."

𑁍༄Venti:

"Oh wow...that's a interesting creature...um what is it?" Ventis words showed his confusion, in all his years of living he'd never really seen anything like your little friend, sure slimes could bare resemblance but...something was off about this particular blob. Something in its eyes...like it had seen unbearable things..

"I'm not really sure what they are, I found them by accident while I was adventuring. They were wandering around the forest and looked hungry, so I gave them a bunch of fruits. You should see it Venti! They just dissolve!" You reached into your bag, digging around for a apple you knew you had in there.

"It...dissolves things???"

𑁍༄Aether:

"Awwe they are kinda cute..." Aether said, smiling sweetly as he kneeled in front of the orange glob, "Hi there little buddy, you want some food?"

You felt your heart swell at the sight...everyone else had said you'd made the wrong choice saving the little blob, but Aether was different...he saw them the same as any other creature, something who deserved to be treated with kindness. "Aren't they adorable? I've never seen anything like it before so I was a little scared they might be harmful, but I don't think they'd hurt a fly."

"I don't see them hurting anyone either, here you go little buddy." Aether tossed a sunsettia into the air, chuckling sweetly as the blob caught it and dissolved it with a happy smile.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

"Ahem,...you say it has special properties?" Neuvillette looked down at the orange blob, wondering how such a being could exist...if it really was a natural occurrence and if it's friendly nature was only mere show and deep down it held a much more nefarious purpose.

"Yep!! If you hug them, they release these yummy scents and it makes you feel happy! They can also tickle you and they loovvee to play fetch!"

"You say it produces different scents? Does that mean it could possibly release toxins as well?"

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[leggerefiore]

Quagsire

cw: fluff,

pairing: Rika/Reader

summary: You return from a trip to Johto with a gift for your girlfriend. She loves it for a different reason then you intended.

Rika sighed as she checked her phone again. Was your flight delayed? Her eyes went to a nearby screen. There was nothing to alert her to that. She ran her fingers through her hair. No messages from you, not that you could while the plane was landing.

You had gone out of the region on a trip to Johto, claiming to want to see the historical districts of Ecruteak and Violet City, while also seeing how different the battling style was there in comparison to Paldea. She would have loved to join you, but getting the time off just seemed impossible. There was always something that needed her attention as an Elite Four member. Though, she was glad to see you off, with a request that you bring her a gift back to make up for her not getting to go.

Today was your return from Johto. She had specifically requested off so she could spend some quality time with you. Yet, the universe still seemed to be denying her that. Shaking her head, she looked at her phone again. Nothing. Before she could wander away from the gates, though, a familiar voice yelled out her name. You rushed over to her with a bright grin while carrying all your luggage. Rika felt her lips twitch up into a grin at seeing you finally.

She caught you in a hug as you put down a bag to squeeze her tightly. A chuckle left her, “I thought your plane got lost or something.” Your warmth instantly soaked into her and dispersed any lingering frustrations. With a light laugh from you, both of you headed out of the busy place and went home.

Once you had your bags tucked away, you both crashed on the couch. Rika turned on the television to some boring show that mostly served as background noise as you cuddled up together. You were exhausted from the trip, and she was exhausted from the extra work she had to do to get today off. Her arm was tightly around your shoulders as she laid a kiss into your hair.

Everything seemed to be pointing to you both taking a nap.

Until you suddenly jumped out of the embrace to rush into the bedroom. Rika watched your rapid shift with a confused expression. You scrambled to search through your bags before returning with a pokeball in your hand. She cocked a brow up. A battle? Honestly, she would have preferred a nap, but if you insisted, she guessed. Before she could send out a pokemon, you quickly gave the pokeball to her.

“Your gift,” you smiled at her brightly, “I found a pokemon I thought you'd like!” Rika's eyes went wide. You got her a pokemon? Did Johto have interesting ground types? She did not think so, but the green-haired woman would never reject a gift from you. Sending it out, she watched a… familiar shape come out of the light.

A confused blue pokemon took shape as it looked around the apartment. Rika almost wanted to laugh. “A Quagsire?” she knelt down to pet the water fish pokemon, “Aren't you a cutie? You have a look in your eyes just like my Clodsire.” The Quagsire gave a “d'oh?” in reply to the woman's questions. It did lean into her hand, however, deeply enjoying the petting. “Babe, is this guy even a ground type?” she asked you, genuinely wondering. She knew they were related to Clodsires as they both came from Woopers, yet this pokemon just screamed water type. Then again, her Wishcash was both, too.

You nodded, “She's a water-ground type! I found her wandering alone as a little Wooper while exploring a route near a cave. She was too cute to just leave on her own, so I ended up training her.” Rika felt a bit flustered that you were gifting her a pokemon that you trained yourself. The Quagsire suddenly seemed even cuter to her.

“She's a great gift, no doubt,” she rubbed the pokemon's blobby head again, “Buuuut, what if you kept her, and we battled together as a Quagsire-Clodsire combo?” The idea entered her head and just would not leave. It was simply too much of a romantic thing for her to resist. You both standing side by side as couple trainers with your themed teams. Aces both being from the pokemon same family. She loved the idea a lot. When you two won, she could squeeze you into a hug and kiss you while your confused ground-fish pokemon watched.

You tilted your head in consideration. Quagsire could be bred to gift her a Johtonian Wooper in the end. Plus, there was an appeal to her idea. You nodded and knelt down with her to lean into her side. “Sure,” you agreed, “Let's become an annoying power couple in Paldea.” Her long hair tickled your skin as you nuzzled into her shoulder. A chuckle came from her.

Rika moved to peck a quick kiss on your lips to seal the deal.

[odyssean-flower]

The Winding Path of Fate Chapter 7 - Summer: Paintings and Sunflowers

Masterpost

Pairing: Neuvillette x Female Reader Summary: Your relationship with Neuvillette continues to develop. Warnings: None except for restrictive gender roles, also for some reason Fontaine’s regency england (sort of) now?. Also someone walks in on someone coming out from the bath Note: I update this story on AO3 first so please subscribe to the fic there if you’d like to read it faster Note 2: If you want to be on the taglist for this fic, please make a reply to this post, send a message or send a private ask

Have a pic of Neuvillette hanging out in front of his fellow dragon apep's house

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“This isn’t working...” you sighed as you stared at your watercolor painting, which was more water than color due to the fact that your paints were heavily watered down to make them last longer. 

You were currently trying to update your art portfolio, which was woefully inadequate. You had heard that governesses who could teach art were in high demand these days, so you decided to concentrate on art recently. 

However, the blobby mess that meant to be the view of the sea from the garden was highly unlikely to impress anyone. 

The sun was beaming down on you heavily. Even your old straw hat was having a hard time doing its job. You took a sip of Snezhnayan water. Seriously, what is the difference between this and water from Fontaine? Maybe I’m just too unenlightened to understand. 

Ever since you and Neuvillette decided to be friends, things had been...quite different. The two of you talked about everything and nothing. Neuvillette liked talking about water and the Melusines, while you would talk about the books you had read. After a while, you sensed that he was learning more about you than you about him, as he always steered the subject away from himself and towards you. It was odd to have someone be interested in your opinions about things...but you found that you really liked that feeling. 

You could ask Neuvillette for money to buy new paints, a voice said in your mind, but you shook your head. You couldn’t ask that favor of a friend, and besides, it was better that you didn’t rely on him too much, or you would get used to it in the future. 

Maybe I'll go check out the art supplies store again and see if they have anything on sale, you thought. Standing out here wasn’t going to do anything.  

Deciding to do just that, you went up to your room to change and spotted your sister’s letter on your desk. That reminded you that you had to buy her a birthday present soon. Since you didn’t have to worry about money as much these days, maybe you could buy her something nice this year.  

“Marie, I’m going out!” you called out to the parlor where she was dusting.  

“Okay, Madame,” Marie said, poking her head out from the door. Her eyes widened upon seeing your long-sleeved dress. “Are you truly going to wear that dress in this weather?” 

“Yes. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It’s in solidarity,” you said, thinking of Neuvillette’s heavy, multilayered getup that he wore every day. You idly wondered if he sweated.  

“Solidarity?” Marie repeated in confusion, but you were already out the door.  

“Ugh...” 

You were quickly regretting your choice to wear this particular dress. Your hair was already matted to your forehead with sweat.  

It was late afternoon, but the temperature showed no sign of dropping. Looking at the cold drinks held by pedestrians, you decided to stop by the Café to get some iced Fonta first. Ah, just the thought of it made your water. 

As you approached the establishment, you stopped in your tracks. Sitting in the corner table, far out of sight (but not far enough to not attract stares from other patrons) was Neuvillette and Menthe. Both of them reminded you of wilted flowers. 

“What kind of water do you serve here?” you asked the manager, Arouet.  

“...Just regular water, Miss?” the manager looked confused. You couldn’t blame him. 

“Alright, please get me a glass of cold water, an iced Fonta, and an iced coffee, please,” you said.  

After you got your orders, you walked over to the table. “You two look like you could use a pick-me-up.” 

“Ah, Madame,” Neuvillette said and attempted to straighten up in his chair. He looked as impassive as ever, but you had observed him long enough to know that he was in quite a lot of misery right now. “Such pleasant weather we’re having today, perfect for a walk in the city. I see that you have the same idea as well.” 

You stared at him. Is he being serious right now? “Please don’t force yourself, sir. We both know you can’t stand this weather,” you placed the drinks down on the table and sat down. “Here, water for Monsieur Neuvillette, and an iced coffee for Menthe.” 

“Thank you, Madame,” Menthe said with a yawn. “I needed this.” 

“What are you doing here?” you asked Neuvillette. “You know better to than to be out and about, dressed as you are.” 

“I was out for a quick shopping trip, and then I saw Menthe looking a bit dispirited, so I thought I would take her into the shade to rest.” 

I think you’re the one in need of rest here, you thought as you watched Neuvillette wipe at his forehead with a handkerchief. So he does sweat after all. 

“You were shopping? Why didn’t you just get someone to do it for you?” 

Neuvillette cleared his throat and looked away. It was only then that you noticed something wrapped in parchment paper in his lap. “I didn’t wish to entrust this to someone else. I was shopping for a present for someone important.” 

“Oh, I see,” you nodded. Was it a Melusine’s birthday today or something? “What a coincidence, I’m out shopping as well. For paints, and if I’m lucky, a birthday present for my sister.” 

“Paints?” Menthe looked at Neuvillette. “Oh, Monsieur—” 

“Ahem, Menthe,” Neuvillette cleared his throat.  

“Oh, um, I mean, Monsieur Neuvillette told me that you paint really beautifully, Madame! He really likes your paintings of the sunflowers back in your hometown.” 

“Her sketches are wonderful as well,” Neuvillette said, sounding oddly proud. “You should show the Melusines your sketchbook some time, Madame.” 

“Ooh, may I?” Menthe looked at you with big eyes.  

He’s making too much of me, you thought, hiding your embarrassment by chugging down your Fonta. “Alright,” you said. 

“Yay!” Menthe clapped her hands together. Just then, the great clock in front of the café let out a chime, signalling the end of the hour. “Oh, I must get back to work. Goodbye, Monsieur, Madame!” 

“Goodbye, Menthe. Please take care of yourself,” Neuvillette patted the Melusine on the head, who giggled and skipped away. You found yourself feeling oddly jealous. 

Now it was just the two of you. You looked at Neuvillette, who was sipping his water. He looked back at you.  

“Um, I hope the water is to your liking,” you said. “I know it’s not the fancy imported stuff you enjoy.” 

“It’s perfect,” he said. “Just what one needs on a day like this.” 

You looked at his outfit. His cravat was tightly tied around his neck, and his cuffs were buttoned neatly, showing not a bit of skin. He must be dying on the inside right now, but he still managed to look put together. You felt very shabby next to him. 

“I know you said that you always dress according to your standing, and I respect that. But I feel like you could at least take off your gloves, or loosen your cravat a little when you’re on break. I doubt anyone would mind.” In fact, they might go crazy over it.  

“Very well,” Neuvillette said, then proceeded to take off his gloves. The silver ring on his finger glinted even in the shade. 

“You're still wearing the ring!” you blurted out in surprise. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Neuvillette raised an eyebrow.  

You didn’t know how to answer that. 

“And you’re wearing yours as well,” Neuvillette said, indicating your right hand, which was mostly covered by your sleeve. To be honest, you put it on every morning without even thinking about it anymore. It was a reminder to yourself that as easy and comfortable as this “marriage” was, it was still a marriage, and one that was a means to an end. That was what you told yourself, anyways. 

Neuvillette continued to sip his water. He seemed to be enjoying it, which pleased and baffled you at the same time. You still couldn’t quite wrap your head around the idea of water from different places having distinct flavors, but Neuvillette swore up and down that the difference was real and that anyone could taste it if they savored the water patiently enough. Even now, you still wondered if he was secretly testing you or something.  

Still, what a shame it is that he doesn’t enjoy Fonta, you thought. He’s missing out.  

Back in your hometown, only the basic, original flavor was available. But once you moved to the Court of Fontaine, you were introduced to a veritable rainbow of Fonta flavors. You had even spent a week drinking nothing but Fonta. You suspected Neuvillette might have a heart attack if he heard about it. 

Neuvillette finished his water, and then stood up with the box tucked under his arm. “I must return to work. I shall see you at home, in the evening.” 

You nodded. “Make sure to stay cool, sir.” 

Neuvillette was about to walk away when he suddenly turned around. “Ah, Madame. Are you still going to visit the art supplies shop?” 

“Yes. Why?” 

He looked like he was about to say something, but then shook his head. Was he...smiling? Before you could look closer, he turned away. “It’s nothing. Please, enjoy your day.” 

You watched him until he was just a blue speck in the distance. 

Afterwards, you headed to the store. Unfortunately, none of the good quality paints were on sale. Maybe I should just make my own, you thought glumly. The owner, on the other hand, seemed to be in a very good mood. 

By the time you got home, it was already evening. You decided to take a nice long bath to wash away all the sweat. Ah, baths are the best, you thought as you soaked in the bubbles. Back at the boarding house, you had to share two bathrooms with twenty other girls. This was heaven. 

Just then, you heard a knock on the door. That was probably Marie. You wrapped yourself in a towel and went to the door. “Coming!” you shouted and opened the door. “Marie, what—” 

Your words got stuck in your throat as your eyes took in the tall figure standing in front of your room. He was holding the wrapped package from earlier in his hands.  

For a few agonizing seconds, the two of you simply stared at each other. You saw his hands start to shake, and redness creeping to his cheeks. 

You slammed the door in his face and hurriedly put on your bathrobe. Your thick, fluffy bathrobe with a sturdy tie that could be fastened tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination.  

Taking a few deep breaths to control your pounding heart, you flung open the door, catching your bright red face in the vanity mirror in the process.  

Neuvillette was still standing there. You were pretty sure that he hadn’t moved a single inch. His face was now visibly red. As soon as he caught sight of you, he closed his eyes and turned his head away from you.  

“M-My deepest, sincerest apologies to you, Madame,” he said. His voice sounded as though it was being uttered from the deepest trenches of the sea. “I have committed a disgraceful act—” 

“Let’s just forget about it,” you interrupted him. “We’ll both pretend that it never happened. And besides, um, I wasn’t completely naked or anything, I was wearing a towel, and we’re technically married, so...” 

What in Archons’ name are you talking about? Your mind screamed. Neuvillette seemed as though he might never look at you in the eye again. 

“So, anyways, that present is for me?” you said. Does that make me the important person? Despite the situation, your heart grew warm. 

Neuvillette nodded and held it out to you. It looked like he wasn’t going to speak to you again either. 

You carefully accepted the box and tore open the packaging. You let out a gasp when you saw a rosewood box with a carving of roses on the lid. 

It was the watercolor set from the art store you had always admired from a distance. It was too expensive for you to even dream of owning it, of course. 

But now, it was in your hands. 

You opened the box and was met with robes of paints, brushes, and an even a small palette.  

“Y-You got this for me?” you said, looking up at him. He still wasn’t looking at you. “Why? H-How did you even...?” 

“I-I did say that I wanted to help you achieve your goals, and I...I noticed that you were in need,” Neuvillette said. “And, do friends not give presents to each other?” 

“Yes, but...not anything so expensive!” you stroked the lid. “I cannot possibly repay you.” 

It was then that Neuvillette finally turned his head and fixed his gaze on you. “There is no need for repayment. I bought this because I wished to. Just seeing you content is enough for me.” 

His words struck something deep within you. You were so used to receiving hand-me-downs, of stretching things to their limits, that you had no idea what to do in this situation. Your hands felt like they should be doing something, but what? 

“Thank you,” you whispered, and before you knew what you were doing, your hands reached out and clasped his hand tightly. You could feel its warmth even through the glove, and the contours of his ring. You shook his hand vigorously. “I will treasure this gift for the rest of my life.”  

Neuvillette stared at you for a few moments, and then he turned around and walked away. It might have been a dramatic moment, if his brisk pace didn’t cause him to step on his coat tails and almost trip. 

For the third time in the hour, Neuvillette glanced at the clock. He was currently attending a banquet hosted by an important government official, which meant he had to attend. 

He forced another bite of the dry steak into his mouth. He reached for his glass to wash it down with wine. Wine wasn't his first choice of beverage, but it was better than nothing. 

The other dignitaries sitting near him engaged him in conversation about politics and other related topics, and he did his best to respond in kind. But perhaps because his mind was unfocused, his answers came out short and curt. The others seemed to take this as annoyance at being bothered and excused themselves. 

He held back a sigh. Even though social events like these weren’t his strong suit nor even his hobby, he generally tried his best to perform his role and to fit in. But tonight, he was suddenly feeling very impatient to go home. He had been feeling this feeling a lot recently.  

Neuvillette absentmindedly stroked his ring. I wonder what she is doing right now... 

For the past few days, his wife had been working on something and had promised that it would be finished by today. She had refused to let him see it until it was ready. All he knew was that it had something to do with painting.  

Neuvillette glanced at the clock again. There were still hours before this banquet was supposed to end. He closed his eyes and took another sip of wine, imagining calming things in order to quell the restlessness he was feeling. A perfectly flat water surface at night, a cool sea breeze, the smiles of the Melusines, his wife’s smile when he gave her the watercolor set, the feel of her hands around his... 

“Ah, Monsieur Neuvillette, thank you for coming,” a voice interrupted his thoughts. He opened his eyes to see the host of the banquet standing before him. There was a young woman standing next to him. “May I introduce you to my daughter?” 

The young lady curtsied gracefully. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur.”  

“Likewise,” Neuvillette nodded.  

The young lady stepped closer, and he caught a whiff of her perfume. He couldn’t help but compare it to his wife’s scent when she came out of the bath that day— 

“Oh, dear, Monsieur, are you okay?” the young lady and her father looked at Neuvillette with worry as he coughed violently, having choked on his wine. 

“P-Please excuse me,” he said after the fit subsided, and then proceeded to walk out to the balcony to catch his breath. There was no view of the sea from here. It was going to be a long day. 

The sky was dark by the time Neuvillette arrived home, but even from the front door, he could tell that his house was uncharacteristically noisy. 

There seemed to be a crowd of people in the parlor. Neuvillette paused at the door, listening to the snatches of conversation. 

“Madame, are you almost done with Rhemia?” 

“Blathine, don’t rush her. She has been sketching for hours now.” 

“Madame, could you teach me how to sketch too?” 

“Sure. It’ll be good practice, anyways.” 

Neuvillette opened the door. A group of Melusines were sitting on the couches and floor of the parlor. Even Marie was there. They were all holding sketches in their hands, and watercolor paintings were scattered on the floor. In the center of it all, his wife was sitting in his chair, sketching a posing Rhemia.  

“Monsieur Neuvillette, you’re home!” Sedene was the first to notice him.  

His wife turned her head towards him, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly. Neuvillette felt all the restlessness and fatigue he felt earlier drain away.  

“Welcome back,” she said and stood up, giving him back his chair. “How was the banquet?” 

“It was fine,” he said. “What are you all doing?” 

“Well, the Melusines all came over and asked me to show them my paintings. Then, they wanted me to sketch them, so I did.” 

“I see,” Neuvillette said, peering at the sketch of Rhemia. “They are wonderful.” 

“Thank you.” His wife seemed to be putting the finishing touches on the sketch. Neuvillette studied her profile. She looked completely focused on her work. 

“It’s done,” she announced, and handed the sketch to Rhemia.  

“I’m next,” Blathine said and stepped forward. 

"I think Madame Neuvillette needs to rest her hands a little bit,” Marie clapped her hands and gave Neuvillette a knowing look. “Why don’t we go into the kitchen for cakes?” 

The Melusines followed her outside, leaving Neuvillette and his wife alone in the parlor. 

“I apologize for their rowdiness,” Neuvillette said as he watched her gather the scattered paintings in her arms. “Please feel free to decline their requests if they inconvenience you.” 

“It’s no problem,” she said. “It was nice having so many people here. It reminds me of the old days. And I’ve never drawn Melusines before, so it was a fun challenge.” 

Neuvillette also stooped down to help her. He didn’t have the discerning eye for art, so he couldn’t make any comments as to technique, but he found that his wife’s paintings had a quality to them that made him yearn for something unidentifiable, which was what made them so fascinating to look at. 

“By the way, I finished your surprise,” she said. “Would you like to see it?” 

Neuvillette nodded, and she led him upstairs to her room. 

“It took me some time to work on it, because I had to use my imagination instead of drawing something I see,” she said, speaking a bit quickly. “And I wanted to use the paints you gave me carefully.” 

“Are they to your liking?” 

“Yes. The colors are so vibrant, and the brushes are so smooth, that I’m afraid that they are a bit wasted on me, since I don’t really paint because it’s my passion, so...” 

“But they are useful to you, are they not?” Neuvillette said. “Isn’t that enough?” 

“...I suppose so,” his wife said after a few moments of silence. She then cleared her throat and turned towards the covered easel near the window. “Here it is.” 

She lifted off the blanket, revealing a small canvas. At first, Neuvillette didn’t know what he was looking at. Then, his eyes recognized the amorphous blobs, the blurry line of blue in the distance. 

“This is a painting of the garden in rain,” he said, looking to her for confirmation. She nodded. 

“It hasn’t been raining at all recently, so I had to try hard to picture the scene in my mind.” 

“What made you choose this subject?” 

“Well...before, I’ve never really paid attention to the rain. It was just an excuse to stay home for me. But...then I would see you standing out in the rain, and I would suddenly notice all these things I haven’t seen before...so...” her voice trailed off, and she looked down. “I just wanted my first painting with your gift to be something you like.” 

Neuvillette felt an unfamiliar feeling in his heart. If he had to compare it to something, it would be feeling the heat of a warm current all around you after ages of swimming in the cold ocean.  

“Do you like it?” his wife asked, looking up at him. 

Neuvillette had to think about how to answer that. “...Yes, I do,” he said at last. “It’s my favorite of your works.” 

His hand reached out towards her head, his fingers running over her hair, gliding over her cheek, and rested on her shoulder. His wife stared at him quizzically. “Sir?” 

“...It’s nothing,” Neuvillette said. He wasn’t sure what came over him. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette!” Sedene’s voice sounded from downstairs. “We have a request for you!” 

“Sounds serious,” his wife quipped. 

The two went downstairs to the kitchen, where the Melusines were looking at paintings of houses with sunflowers standing in front of them. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette, what do you think of planting sunflowers in front of the front door, just like in Madame’s hometown?” Sedene asked. 

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Neuvillette said. “One rarely sees sunflowers in the city.” 

“I can ask my family to send us some seeds,” his wife said. “But one thing I’m worried about is the lack of rain lately, since sunflowers need a lot of water to grow.” 

“I’ll see what I can do,” Neuvillette said, drawing a confused look from her. 

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[gothiccharmschool]

This feels like something I ought to have figured out by now, but I am in my 30s and I still haven't found a brand of liquid eyeliner that stays precise enough to apply narrow lines or small dots -- I love trying samples and have just about every color in pencils, but most liquid eyeliners seem to go nearly straight from "so fresh they blot and blob if you cross your eyes at them" to "if you want a dot along the waterline you'd better be ready to stab your own eyeball" with no intervening period of fun drawability. Any recs from the goth auntie (all praise) or the wider charm school attendees? 🙏 waterproof or not, cheap is ideal but if the answer is "no cheap eyeliner is worth it" I want the hard truths

I have two suggestions:

If you're comfortable with using a brush liner, Nyx's Epic Wear is the best I've found. The liquid is thick but not blobby, so it flows well with the brush. Once it dries, it stays through dancing, concerts, or hysterical sobbing.

If you would rather have a pen liner, these eyeliner stamps are fantastic. Plus, cute stamps on the other end! This liner will hold up through dancing and concerts, but not hysterical sobbing.

(The hysterical sobbing eyeliner test is not recommended, but hey, I have done it, so it may be helpful info.)

Okay, peeps! I turn it over to you. Liquid liner suggestions?

[thedreadvampy]

We had our team Christmas party/goodbye Ruth do today. and I need to show you what my friend at work made me for a leaving present because even for him it's a work of mad genius, I was just sitting there like WHAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

so you know, I get leaving gifts from my team, it's lovely, notebooks, pens, gift card, fond farewells, it's lovely, people say nice things about me

then my friend Zain says "I also got you something"

Now the thing to know about Zain is his party acumen is legendary. every year we're all resigned from the off to losing at Secret Santa because his gifts are insane. last year he made his secret santa a custom play set of one of our services in a branded box with tiny props. this year he made a custom Ken doll and box representing our colleague and it has a tiny collection bucket and a "collect them all!" sticker on the back where he'd found pictures of Barbies and Kens that looked like the rest of the Fundraising team. we'd just got done with a quiz where he made a custom video package, a Family Feud round with buzzers, and TWO Photoshop picture rounds. once. ONCE. we asked him to facilitate a team meeting and he wrote and animated a theme song. the man is insane. everything he does is so thoughtful, so labour intensive, and also so off the wall weird.

so I'm intrigued. especially since all he's holding is an envelope.

he says "I got you something. It's kind of an experience."

and hands me this letter.

(there's a bunch of good bits in here but I will particularly note that "It's going" has been his perpetual refrain for months every time I ask how it's going, to the point he usually doesn't even bother saying it any more.)

ok. I am confused. what is. THE DEVICE.

he puts THE DEVICE on the table. he hands me 4 cardboard floppy discs.

THE DEVICE is a large cardboard box. You will observe that THE DEVICE has an LED on the front. You may also observe that THE DEVICE has both a button. and a set of speaker holes.

this is because upon pushing the button on THE DEVICE, it makes a jaunty startup noise and an AI voice launches into a full minute setup speech before instructing me to load the included floppy discs into THE DEVICE. during the period of silence as I feed them into the slot, THE DEVICE says things like "ow, careful!"

THE DEVICE then makes loading noises, and instructors me to open THE DEVICE to see the contents of the discs.

inside the box, there are 4 gifts, each corresponding to a floppy disc and also to a conversation we've had at some point in the last 2.5 years.

this, of course, is in reference to my infamous Blobbyland post, and indeed to the fact that Zain, who is 3 years younger than me, actually FOUND OUT ABOUT MR BLOBBY from me taking about my popular Tumblr post

Gawrsh.zip references a conversation about Goofy dying in Kingdom Hearts, the first video game I remember finishing

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Zain asked me what my top 5 films of all time were and I said easy, Mirrormask, 10 Things, Angels In America, Everything Everywhere All At Once, Fury Road, boom. He's been just HOLDING THAT INFORMATION IN HIS HEAD FOR MONTHS.

the last one is my favourite. I was like oh no what could be in this poster tube cause what's left of the floppies is NIGHTMARE.EXE.

at my Halloween party last month, to which Zain was my only work friend who made it, we watched Nightmare on Elm Street and Zain, who had recently watched some video breakdowns on it, was pointing out humorous background details. and in the sleep therapist scene, both he and Tim pointed at the screen and started shouting TRAM CATS!!! and we were all losing our shit

the thing is there's a Very Weird poster in that scene. and now. now it's in my house also.

anyway I legit almost cried this may be the most unhinged and lovely gift that anyone has ever given me. I'm going to miss working with this weirdo so much.

[antifainternational]

hey jsyk blobbynfriends posted a very antisemitic comic basically saying the rise in antisemitism lately is nothing

Didn't know about that and since you didn't include a link we had to "do our own research." Here is what we found out: a) the comic doesn't say "the rise in antisemitism is nothing." Lily, who is supposed to be Jewish, is asked about it and says "You mean like the Kanye stuff? Nah, there's other other things to worry about, like police brutality, immigration reform, etc." That is, you have to admit, a bit different than say it's nothing, but it's also pretty obvious how it could have been interpreted the way you're representing. b) when called out about it, the author said "Oh my. I should probably have clarified that I’m Jewish! And so is Lily. I feel like people are taking this at face value - Antisemitism is obviously something to worry about and we should not dismiss it. The last panel was supposed to make that point." In the last panel, Blobby, after being told their Jewish friend Lily is not that worried about Kanye's antisemitism and is more focused on other issues, starts to tell a "did you hear the one about the rabbi and..." before Lily cuts them off, saying "Blobby, no." Again, really easy to miss the point the author claims to have been trying to make, but also easy to see that they were trying to make that point. c) This is the most important part for us: in the end and after being called on it, the author deleted the comic, acknowledged that they blew it, and apologized. For us, it's OK for people to make a mistake if they listen when they're called on it, apologize for the mistake, and make sincere effort to undo the harm. It's not like this very blog has not been called out in the past for inadvertent/unintended shit that we've posted in the past, after all.

[overgrown-kid]

To my fellow Magnus Protocol fans I am so happy to introduce you to one of my long time favourite things...Mr Blobby !!!! 💛🩷💛

Mr blobby is a TV mascot from a 90s British tv show called Noels House Party! Blobby would appear and just generally wreak havoc and it was a pretty even split if you either loved him or deeply feared him.

I'm firmly in the loving camp!!!

Over the years he has become an absolute staple of British culture and even when he lost mainstream popularity he was and still is a large part of the cultural zeitgeist of the UK!

Due to the amount of people who found Mr Blobby scary, many people have associated him with horror imagery and themes, along with uk nostalgia, and I think the way TMagP has harnessed that is really interesting and fun! I can't wait to see how it goes!

If you want to know more about Mr Blobby let me know!!!!! Or a more detailed post about my thoughts for Mr Bonzo and my opinions as a Blobby fan AND a horror fan!

As always, blobby blobby blobby!! And bonzo bonzo bonzo!!

[kiragecko]

I've thought of a video game plot that I think could be cool!

You start in the usually vaguely-medieval setting. There are a lot of NPC's, and they are very clear about your objectives - you need to get to the end castle and defeat the enemy. Prove your worth. Straightforward. If you follow their instructions, it's a reasonably short game of increasingly difficult enemies until you fight the end boss, and take your place on the wall of heroes. All the heroes look similar to you, though if you look closely, they start much smaller and grow. Their expressions also get more subdued.

You start again at the beginning. Game difficulty has ramped up. A few of the paths have become obstructed. NPCs are a bit more demanding. The world has less complex visuals. It's technically possible to play through 4 times to get the bad ending. But the 4th is punishingly hard, everyone is vicious, and the whole world is grey. All the mobs are ridiculously strong, and you are weaker. When you restart for your fifth round, your character keeps pausing, keeps sitting down, and eventually the game fades out. The end screen tells you to keep going.

There are other weird things, right from the beginning.

You have a screen for objectives, and it updates when you talk to NPCs, but doesn't quite match what the NPCs are saying. If you ignored NPC dialogue, you'd think the game was about rescuing someone at the castle and saving the world. The win screen suggests you did this, and doesn't even mention proving yourself, but there isn't any other indication of a prisoner at the castle, or the kingdom in danger.

Also, the NPCs are REALLY discouraging of side quests and exploration. Their dialogue gets more and more hostile if you leave the main path, or build up stuff in your inventory. And the main path has a lot of fighting, but the rest of the world is mostly environmental puzzles.

There are blobby ghost things if you do explore. Some of them run from you, or hide behind barriers. Others give you side quests to collect sets of items, or visit random locations. A few drop their own inventory and apologize for having the items before running away.

It's pretty easy to get sets of items, or get notified that you found X location. Finding which ghost wants what is a bit harder, though. There are a LOT of ghosts. And not all the ghosts will let you approach them, at the beginning.

If you complete a side quest, the ghost transforms into a version of you. You merge. It starts providing commentary, on the side of screen. And the world transforms, slightly.

Usually it's just a cosmetic change. More trees, the buildings get more stained glass and pretty tiles, etc. But sometimes you get new movement options, or types of items. Every few completed quests, the ghosts get more detailed, until the map is populated with versions of you, doing various things. They no longer run. They're playing with their collections of stuff, sitting in scenic locations, building ridiculous contraptions. Some wave when you walk past, or follow you for a short distance, bombarding you with dialogue.

The parts of you that you've absorbed provide worldbuilding, tell you how cool various things you pass are, give you advice for completing quests. They tell you to ignore what the NPCs say. Most of the NPCs act the same, but some get worse and some get nicer. They still redirect you to the main quest. Some parts of your character think the main quest is pointless, others think it is important, but most of them don't want you to do it. Some of them act guilty about this.

Eventually, smaller castles open up. You can beat them, and the game will restart without amping up the difficulty or resetting anything. You can also ignore them, and just collect all 64 types of tree seeds. You've already done that, but you get really happy commentary every time!

There's never a way to 'beat' the main castle without making things worse. But if you sneak in with the right items, you're able to transform some of the wall of heroes. They merge with you like the ghosts, and each time you get a 'death' screen, telling you that the hero was lost and the world is going to fall into ruin. (It doesn't.)

The final state isn't an end. You can endlessly collect items. You can defeat castles. You can get alternate tilesets from some ghosts, so you play in scifi, Classical Greek, etc. settings. But every time you quit, the screen fills with words from parts of you - thanking you, saying goodbye, and telling you things are good.

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Anyways, enjoy your lives, guys. Don't destroy yourself trying to fulfill society's expectations. Be your weird neurodivergent self. Executive dysfunction is real, you aren't being lazy, and both the world AND you are probably asking to much of yourself.

[aftongkier]

Today is a very special day, podcast side of Tumblr.

In about half an hour, the Magnus Protocol will be releasing to the public, which is very exciting. To celebrate, I decided to make a video going over my pre-series theories, throwing everything at the wall in hopes of getting a prediction to stick.

Originally, this was meant to be a full breakdown of TMA, but that project wound up being a lot longer than I expected. It doesn't mean it isn't coming, just that I couldn't get it done for today.

The art for this video features everyone's favourite Magnus ARG character, Mr. Bonzo, the jaundiced Mr. Blobby rip off with a slightly menacing aura. I knew I wanted to do something specifically related to Protocol, but I didn't want to do any of the main characters without hearing their voices and getting to know them, so I instead opted for Bonzoland's unsettling mascot, partly because he's a fan favourite and partly because I love doing monster design.

Bonzo obviously already had a design, which I did my best to stay true to, though I also make some changes. The most notable change is probably the teeth, which are much more broken down than in the original. I figured that a terrible creature like this would probably have teeth made of plate or ceramic, so I chipped away at them in the areas where they would most often be used, being the incisors and molars in a human. Of course, Bonzo has a few extra teeth, but that's alright.

The art did have to be rushed a bit, since I literally finished it around 3:00 this morning, so it's not quite as detailed as I would like, but I think that's alright. When I inevitably do my follow up AFTER listening to the premier, maybe I'll go back and give Bonzo the superior shading he deserves.

One of my favourite details about Mr. Bonzo is the fact that you can see little red eyes poking out from inside of the suit, with what looks like most of a face inside of the head, so I had to include that in my version. If you look closely, you can spot the eyes hiding in Bonzo. I did try to make my Bonzo a bit bulkier overall, with a smaller head relative to his body and defined neck, which I think moves him away from theme park mascots a bit, but into the realm of bulky animatronics or muscly monsters, which are their own form of uncanny valley.

Also, it's semi-unintentional, but I made his spots glow. Because I can.

This piece is also the first time I've publically shown off my new persona design. I've been holding on to the redesign for a few months now, but I figured this was as good a time as any to shadow drop it. Afton himself looks mostly the same, save for a hair update which makes it longer, but the biggest change is in his clothes, moving from a burgundy coat and green tee to a lavender coat and rust turtleneck. I've also bulked up the glasses a bit and finally found a way to get semi-accurate hair colours. Chestnut hair is hard to draw.

With all of that out of the way, I think that just leaves us to prepare for the release of Protocol. I've been dodging spoilers for months at this point, so I'm glad to finally get a glimpse into this new world. Will my predictions be right? Probably not. I can always hope, though. Regardless, thank you for reading, and good night, Tumblr people!

[writtenjewels]

See No Evil part 7

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

The shit Eric used for Jason's eyes was starting to work. Instead of staring out into dark nothingness, he could now detect light and blobby shapes. It wasn't good enough for Jason to make out any details of said blobs, but it was a hell of a lot better than before.

Jason hated leaving Salim's side, but he also wanted to know what happened during his absence and didn't think Nick would indulge in front of an “enemy”. So when Eric ordered Nick to go check the perimeter, Jason tagged along. Nick talked of trying to save Merwin and ultimately failing, seeing Clarice being pulled into the dark, and coming to Eric's rescue only to discover Rachel was already gone.

“Shit, Nicky,” Jason sighed with a shake of his head. “Sorry I wasn't there, man.”

“Doesn't sound like you could've done much. No offense.” Nick was quiet for a moment. “I found an old radio. I could tinker with it, see if I can get a signal to the surface.”

“Go for it,” Jason encouraged. He kept his ears open for trouble while Nick worked.

“So,” Nick spoke up. “What's going on with that Iraqi?”

“Salim? What do you mean?”

“I don't know. The way you two are with each other, it's like—”

“Nicky, I can't see,” Jason interrupted him. “I had to rely on him to guide me around.” Nick said nothing. A moment later there was a crackle from the radio. “You got it!” Jason celebrated.

There was a snarling sound and the rush of boots pounding the ground. Before Jason knew it, he was tackled and forced onto his back. Whatever attacked him was trying to claw at him. Instinctively he lifted his hands to fend off the thing. Was it one of the demons?

“What the fuck?” Nick gaped. “Joey?”

“Joey?” Jason repeated, squinting his eyes as if that would help his vision focus. He thought he could make out the outline of a face, but it couldn't be Joey's: the thing had something protruding from the head. He scrambled for any kind of weapon and latched onto one of his knives.

He started stabbing wildly, not caring what he hit as long as it connected. Finally Jason got enough room to kick the creature off of him. There was more scrambling of feet from behind and the creature suddenly lit up. Still shrieking, it tumbled over the side and vanished.

“What the fuck just happened?” Jason demanded.

“Those creatures don't react well to sunlight,” Eric answered. “The corpse you brought back burst into flame when exposed to the UV lamp. Did it get you, lieutenant?”

“I'm good.” Jason pushed up on his feet, glancing around. “Salim?” he called out uncertainly.

“I left him with the corpse,” Eric admitted. “Did you manage to fix the radio?”

“I think so.” Nick let out a sigh. “But I'm no mechanic. If Merwin was still here, he'd know what to do.”

“We work with what we have, sergeant,” Eric reminded him. “See if you can radio our people; I'll go back and check on the prisoner.” Jason wanted to protest that Salim wasn't a prisoner, but Eric was already moving away.

“This would be a lot easier if he had agreed to air support in the first place,” Nick complained. The radio started popping with static but Nick dismissed it as a ghost signal. He messed around a little more and there was suddenly a loud feedback noise.

“Turn it off!” Jason shouted. “You'll make those fuckers come down on us!” He could hear more shrieking from below and knew it was already too late. There was rapid gunfire and the radio went silent. “The fuck?”

“Get down!” Nick hissed, grabbing Jason and pulling him to the ground. “We're under attack! Must be the same guy who got Eric and Rachel earlier.”

“What?” Fuck, Jason wished he could see. “Where's Salim and the colonel?”

“No idea, man! We gotta live through this first!” Nick paused to return fire. Jason reached for his rifle, heart pounding. He felt so useless like this.

“Nicky, point me in the right direction and I'll cover you while you flank him.”

“Jason, you're blind.”

“You think I don't know that?” Jason snapped back. “But I can't sit around on my ass. Just point me and stay outta my line of fire.” Nick was quiet for a moment but the enemy didn't give him long to debate before opening fire again. He let out a sigh and Jason felt it as Nick positioned the rifle.

“I hope I don't regret this,” Nick muttered, and then he was running off and Jason was alone.

He gripped his rifle so the recoil wouldn't shift his position, and opened fire.

[taybatwo2]

Lenore Loomington Review Part 1 of 2

I already did a preliminary post on here where I compared her price point to other Monster High dolls and delved into some head cannon to try and tie down her design choices and give her personality (I want to pretend she’s worth $81.95 by getting really attached to her….)

Here she is in box! She came in really quickly. Her box has some really bright hot pink and teal and has a plastic slip cover with more teal designs on the outside. Good news: she already looks better than her promo pics, but her shimmery skin is a bitch to try and photograph.

Box photos and accessory break downs under the cut:

Trippy. :) The right side of the box. I like the effect, I just wish that the colors or the imagery tied more in with the character’s design.

The left side of the box has her name in a nice, specialized font.

The back has a poem on it saying that Lenore followed a light to a spooky garden full of strange creatures and plants, decided to stay (with some “persistence”) and she died, becoming a ghost. Well, that’s a start of something. The artwork on the back is fine too. The most interesting thing from this art is seeing the color differences in the art vs the doll (especially the shoes; seen here as a more lavender/duller color vs the brighter magenta that is seen on the doll).

A close up of the poem, the signature, and a bit of the artwork. The more I look at what I thought were vines on her accessories, might all be dewy spiderwebs….?

You can actually make out the detailed sculpting on the flowers better in this artwork than the actual pieces themselves (which is odd as I usually think that Mattel has the better sculpts when compared to competing companies).

The top of her box is also decorated.

Okay, now let’s rip this bad boy open.

Here’s the Certificate of Authenticity, taped to the back of the inside sleeve the doll is strapped to. They got specialty textured paper for this, but it feels thinner than the usual paper-board thick ones.

Here is the inner sleeve. It actually looks a bit menacing and it reminds me of looking at photo negatives.

Here’s a cute little rat, hiding in the corner, and the poem is also written in parts on the right hand side of the sleeve.

And here she is out of the box and after I ran a metal comb through her hair. Her hair is soft saran and is a bit fuzzy on the ends.

Let’s look at what she comes with…

Here is her unnamed spider pet….? Captor?? Accessory maker…? The candles are not removable, but at least it’s a different sculpt than the other spider pets of Monster High.

(Webby from G2; credits to Serendipity Doll Boutique for Memphis Longlegs and BuzzyLittleBee for the G3 Tarantula pic).

She also comes with a very tall, sparkly stand….and I get why it’s tall (so she can float) but it makes her hard to fit on my shelf, the bracket wants to bunch up her dress and my doll sinks farther down the stand once she is clipped onto it.

Here is her major “purse-akin” accessory. It has some cute detailing on it and it’s made of a really light plastic. Actually most of the plastic accessories feel like the really light plastic found on cheaper toys. I was expecting the plastic to be heavier and/or more rubbery (like the chains used in the Haunted Line). The spiderwebs are removable and the candle glows in the dark (which is a really nice detail).

Okay, her earrings!

They have the eyeball pansies on top (they’re kinda hard to make out). And dripping candles under it. Sadly, their flames do not glow in the dark.

Here is the head piece. It’s connected to a headband and it also doesn’t glow in the dark (booooo). It’s an odd size and I feel like the spiderweb should have either been much bigger or much smaller (like stopping at the inner spoke of the spiderweb).

Everyone (me too, not going to lie) was giving her crap for having hot pink, blobby looking shoes. And honestly, that’s because the photos for it were meh and the color was also….a choice….but I ended up liking them more than I thought I would.

The eyeball pansies shoe clip-on remind me of the Bloom and Gloom shoes (see Jane’s shoes? that hibiscus POPS in comparison to the mold Lenore was given)….but not executed as well. The sculpt on the flowers are really flat and blend in with one another. :/

Okay, now what shoes sculpt is hiding behind there???

Look at that hidden detail! The buttons have little button holes, all the little frills and stitching and all that filigree detail on the back of the boots….if only it was PAINTED….

The spectral waves on the bottom of her shoes are reminiscent of Art Class Draculaura’s paint shoes (credit for image: CoyoteCrowCollectables).

From her boots that I was pleasantly surprised with, to my least favorite piece from her: her belt…chest thing…

Again, the flowers don’t really pop out in the sculpt and it sits really baggy on her in random spots, it just doesn’t seem to lay well on her and needed a few more tweaks.

Now that her accessories are looked at, the next part of my review will focus on her dress(s) and comparisons to other Monster High dolls.

[hunniebunniebear]

The Magnus Protocol!!!

Tenth ep review!!

OH SHIT OH FUCK I GOT REALLY BEHIND! AND HOLYYYYY SHIT!!

I am so happy someone finally tapped into the natural horror that is mister blobby. I used to really love him as a child (though suspiciously, i struggle to recall the shows i saw him in) and now he is a figure that haunts me into adulthood. Im glad jonny is bringing his terror to more international audiences, ive enjoyed fielding questions about the designers sanity from my overseas friends. The best part is it geniunely doesnt sound like theyve changed all that much just added some murders in. I perked up when i heard “get buried” only to realise it was “get berry-ed”.

I wonder if Lena purposely chose Bonzo as Gwen’s first assignment as he’s certainly on the more confronting end of supernatural. All things considered she managed quite well and honestly “can he read” has to be a valid question when confronted with a creature with costume eyes.

IM SO CONVINCED THE OFFICE IS IN THE NORTH. the trek from down south to manchester is a pain in the arse AND Alice’s actress is northern. I have authority on this as i am also a northerner /lh. Sorry this is a little off topic im just buzzin that the stories are even closer to home this time round. Sorry what was i talkin abt? THE ARCHIVES!

Spooky spooky office!! I cant believe they found a plaque that started with “archi-“ in an ARCHIVE and didnt think “archivist” . I am STILL convinced alice is keeping things from everyone but given the spooky breathing and sound design after they left i truly dont blame her. I wonder if the device we heard them on in what i presume was the archivists office was a tape recorder.

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Anyways, for your viewing pleasure, here’s mister blobby, ill hide him so you have autonomy in your witnessing of his grim visage

[illusionarylibrary]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓸𝔂

CW: Mentions of death, spoilers, attempted kidnapping

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- How strange. You never thought you’d end up in such a situation, not that you were being cornered or something dangerous…you were merely lounging on a warm rock, as warm as it could be in these northern islands.

- But the child was just sitting there. Watching you.

- Your interaction wasn’t really anything grand. You’d go about your day, fishing and then leaving behind whatever you didn’t want. Flying to the trees and hanging by your tail. Sunbathing when the clouds gave way.

- But it was all so…strange.

- You found yourself fishing more than necessary. You were perching lower and lower. You sunbathed in the middle of fields, on random boulders, instead of on the cliffs you used to do before.

- Why? You could say so yourself. In fact, the child was sitting straight up, just staring. It was strange.

- He just sat there, tailing behind wherever you went. Recalling the last few days- no, the last week in fact, you hadn’t even flown too far from that one particular tree!

- Were you growing lazy? No, it couldn’t be. A downed dragon is a dead dragon. You had to get up. You had to fly.

- You dashed into the clouds without another thought about the child. Ah, without another thought of anything but flying!

- Soaring above the clouds, it was freeing. It was delightful. You could do this all day long!

- But, it was kinda quiet without hearing the faint breathing of that young- child! Young child.

- The sun was slowly crawling across the sky, heading for the horizon. Such a pretty sight that never grew old. You flew towards the sun, peering below at the small beaches covered with more snow. You island.

- No, not YOUR island. But the island that you called home. This island, as much as you hated it, belonged to the humans.

- And the humans did as they pleased just as you did as you pleased.

- Those humans and their children. The children. The child. That strange child, wearing the funny hat.

- He was probably gone from that spot he always sat. Probably gone now that he had nothing to watch. Gone since the humans were nothing to you.

- Gone.

- Just like your kind.

- He was…alone. Weak. Defenseless. A youngling.

- No. No- no, he wasn’t- wasn’t a youngling. He was a human child.

- A human child who was all alone.

- Hmm. Sunset. You’ll probably just head back to the cliff side to bask in the moonlight. But before you knew it, your pearly scaled wings guided you to that one tree.

- ‘Your tree.’

- “-o, stop!”

- What? What was that?

- “Aw-y! G- way!”

- It was the child. Why was he screa-

- “Go away! Stop!”

- “Shut it, youuu runt. You’ll fetch a hefty price if we turn you into the World Government!”

- There were strange yellow creatures with solids rectangular eyes. They looked like shiny yellow blobs! But, why were they grabbing at the child?! They had strange packs, of the same color, attached to their back. The creatures were taking your you- the child away!

- “I won’t- ah! I’m nOT GOING!”

- “Don’t make this harder on yourself buddy! You’re coming wi-“

- A high pitched whistling met the land dwellers’ ears.

- “LIGHT FURY!”

- “GET DOWN!”

- BOOM. A flash of purple exploding into the night.

- The blast struck a few of the yellow blobs back. The one blobby yellow creature holding the youngling back away. All of their glossy single rectangular eyes stared straight at you.

- Their target was you.

- “GET IT!” “OVER THERE!” “WATCH IT!”

- These creatures- no, these humans were despicable. They were trying to take your youngling away! He scrambled back, towards the rock you once claimed as your sunbathing rock.

- How dare they try to hurt the youngling.

- But, humans did as they pleased…just as you did as you pleased.

- In an instant, two humans were yanked from the ground and thrown into the air.

- Their screams quickly grew silent as they were thrown quite far. You didn’t care for their wellbeing after they left, you just wanted to drive the rest of them away from your tree.

- It didn’t take long, traumatizing the humans who cowered away. They could bring back the truth to their village. No one would believe them; they had no proof.

- Scorched hazmat suits? Could’ve been a simple fire that accidentally caught them. Ringing ears? Hah, they could be lying about that just to play the part. Broken bones? Falling down a cliff side in the middle. Of. the NIGHT. The explosion sound? Could’ve easily been a misfired cannon. Missing people? Who KNOWS what happens out there in the wilderness! For all the villagers knew, there could be a murderer amongst their group.

- And it didn’t help their story that you were smart enough not to attack innocent villagers.

- You just occasionally raided their sheds for fish during the lesser seasons. Occasionally! The humans knew nothing. They thought it was cause of the bears.

- When they left, you were alone, faced with the youngling you saved.

- He was crying, but this time more quietly. He looked stunned, star struck even.

- The Light Fury saved him.

- “Tha-thank you.”

- You cooed softly in response to his gratitude. Cooed? You cooed?! This couldn’t be happening.

- You had grown weak to humans. How can this be…you fired off a single plasma blast and flew right through the center.

- You disappeared.