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fishshots · 1 year
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Been a min… Think I’m going to start posting more of my work here. Put this together the other day, couldn’t resist shooting it in the setting sunlight.
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whompthatsucker1981 · 8 months
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leaf-thief · 2 years
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fisherman made a lure that kinda looks like a pumpkinseed (Lepomis gibbosus)...
... with a spoon and a permanent marker
go catch em tiger
stolen from a bulgarian fishing facebook group
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don-lichterman · 2 years
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Bunnings to reinvent business in hi-tech makeover to lure Gen Z to DIY
Bunnings to reinvent business in hi-tech makeover to lure Gen Z to DIY
Bunnings to reinvent the business with a high-tech makeover to lure Gen Z to DIY with a FOMO social media blitz Soaring property prices makes home ownership a distant dream for many Gen Z It’s a worrying trend for Bunnings which relies on home improvements for sales  Now bosses are turning to mobile phone apps and social media to reach youth  By Kevin Airs For Daily Mail Australia Published:…
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janeeyreofmanderley · 11 months
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bangtanbora · 7 months
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BTS WEDDING SERIES: DIY Together
SEOKJIN
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It had reached the two-week mark till your wedding and you and Seokjin had arrived on Jeju Island yesterday afternoon. With so many things to bring including Seokjin’s suit, your dress, some decor, favours and so much more, you had piled everything into the car and made the nine-hour journey from Seoul to Jeju. It had been a great idea at the time but when you finally arrived in your room, you didn’t want to think about wedding stuff. Sleep was the important thing.
However, the moment you sprung out of bed this morning, you had a checklist of things to do. You had already spoken to the wedding organiser, the company organising your decor, the cake maker, the catering and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Seokjin had been in charge of unloading the car (with strong warnings not to look into the bag that contained your dress) and bringing everything into your room while you made the phone calls. 
“Are we done for the day?” Seokjin groaned, sitting down on the couch in the suite and kicking off his shoes. 
“You are but I want to finish off everyone’s boutonnieres and I want to get started on the packaging for the favours,” you explained as you came out with the box with everything you needed.
Your groom-to-be took one look at the box and sighed, nodding. “Okay, let’s order some room service then I’ll help with the favours. I have no idea what the other thing is.”
“You’ll see,” you called over your shoulder as he disappeared to make the call and you settled on the floor in front of the couch, clearing the coffee table and laying everything you needed over it. You flicked the TV on, bringing up one of the many idol variety shows.
You were slowly crafting a fishing lure boutonniere, using artificial flowers that were going to match your decor of dreamy blues and pinks and a specific fishing lure that reminded you of Seokjin. And then you would do the rest of the boys and the fathers. 
“That’s so well done,” Seokjin exclaimed when he came back with the food and stood over the coffee table, watching in amazement at how quickly you tackled your task. “Are they fishing lures?”
“Yup,” you nodded as you pulled your gaze away from the TV screen and to what you were making. “I’m just doing Jimin’s right now. Then I’ve got Tae’s and Jungkook’s then our fathers.”
“What an amazing idea. What am I doing?” he asked, clearing a small enough space to lay your lunch out. 
After finishing Jimin’s fishing lure, you reached over and pulled out the box that was inside the other box. Inside were large white shells made of plastic and a black pen. “You need to count out how many of these we need for each table. These are the place cards,” you said as you handed over the box of white shells.
“You’ve really thought of everything,” Seokjin grinned as he held one shell up.
“Someone had to take control of the wedding planning.”
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YOONGI
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The spare room in the apartment you shared with Yoongi, Holly and the cat, had been turned into Wedding HQ as Yoongi had called it. Anything and everything that was related to the wedding had been put in the spare room with a desk, a chair and a mini fridge. It had become your DIY heaven with Yoongi only allowing in if he was helping. 
The wedding was five days away and there was still plenty to be done according to the checklist you had on the wall. Families were coming in from Daegu, other families were coming from parts of South Korea and internationally as well. Rehearsals were going to take place in two days, your dress was at your mothers, the suits were ready to be collected and you had one final meeting with the venue and the florist who would be decorating the venue. 
It was all systems go.
And it seemed Yoongi had realised that when he taken one look at the checklist.
He had woken you that morning, bright and early. Like 6am early. Shoved you out of bed, made you take a shower, took you on a coffee run with the dog to get breakfast and then had declared on the way back home that he was going to help you with whatever you needed doing relating to the wedding. 
Including picking up at least four large boxes of tangerines which had been especially ordered for your wedding. 
Thank god for the NBA and the reruns that kept the apartment from sounding empty as you both sat in front of it, the coffee table covered in various bits and pieces. Yoongi was carefully wiping down the small bottles of whiskey and pink gin, ready to put on the personalised stickers you had ordered.
You, on the other hand, were carefully writing everyone’s names on white card cut into the shape of leaves. These would be pinned into the tangerines as place cards for your guests. 
“Is this good whiskey?” Yoongi asked, half way through cleaning the bottles. 
“It’s from the same place you get your whiskey so I assume so,” you shrugged as you placed the card you had already done on the table.
“And the tangerines are for?”
“Do you not know anything?” you laughed, as you paused what you were doing and held the leaf. “This will be pinned into the tangerine, as a place card so the guests will know where they're sitting. The whiskey and the pink gin are favours for our guests.”
“Ah,” Yoongi hummed as he pulled the stickers closer to his face.
“Do you remember we’re getting married?”
The look you got in return said it all. Yes, he did, just about. 
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HOSEOK
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While it seemed like a good idea at the time, Hobi was regretting what he had suggested. Doing it for the members as gifts had been an easy pastime that he could do on camera with ARMY and it was all in good fun, he could take his time and it would be that. 
Making approximately 275 BTS friendship bracelets was proving rather difficult even if the wedding was two weeks away and he had barely got started. Thankfully the BT21 company had jumped in well beforehand and made all the charms to go with it to match each BTS member - an acorn for Hobi, a cat for Yoongi, a rabbit for Jungkook, an alpaca for Jin, a bear for Taehyung, a Koala for Namjoon and a chick for Jimin. They had also made all the colour beads that responded to each member: red, black, purple, pink, green, yellow and blue and they had made the name beads as well.
All Hobi had to do was put it all together. 
You had finished the place cards yesterday and the moment Hobi had laid eyes on you, you knew what was going to be asked. Sure enough, you were in HYBE offices that looked like a conference room with all the coloured beads in each of their compartments with the charms in another box. 
“This was a stupid idea,” Hobi muttered with a sigh as he tackled 39 bracelets he would have to make in his own colours. 
“It is stupid but it’s cute. Who wouldn’t want a friendship bracelet, made by one of the BTS members personally for their wedding?” you mused as you tackled the 39 bracelets you had to make in Yoongi’s colours of black, grey with a cat and the beads representing Suga. 
“I bet most of them will be sold.” he sighed as he finished one and held it aloft in triumph. “One down. Another 38 to go.”
“Why don’t you go on live with ARMY while you do this? I’ll just be over here with Suga,” you suggested as you held up the cat charm in question which really did look like Yoongi. He was going to be so pissed. 
“It would make this go quicker,” Hobi nodded. 
“And whatever we don’t finish here, we’ll take home. Maybe we can rope in the boys in return for cooking dinner,” you laughed as you finished off your Suga bracelet and began your second one. 
“Don’t let Namjoon get hold of these, he’ll break them,” Hobi muttered as he got the camera set up. “Hi ARMY! Help!!”
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NAMJOON
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“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”
“Joon, I’ve got this. You’ve got stuff you need to finish before the wedding which is just over a week to go. I can get these done today and then everything will be finished, and we don’t have to worry about a thing,” you promised as you made your coffee for the morning. 
Namjoon was feeling guilty that he was leaving the last minute wedding prep to you while he dealt with finishing off producing and writing lyrics that were breathing down his neck. Not even the prospect of him getting married was allowing his schedule to slow down. If anything it was heating up, as they knew they wouldn’t have Namjoon for a whole week for the wedding and then the honeymoon which was going to last three weeks. 
“Go on, I’ll be fine. I’ve got my podcast to catch up on, my office is cleared and ready to get started so go on,” you grabbed your mug filled with iced coffee and you kissed your future husband on the cheek, making your way to your office. 
Sent in from America, specially stored and prepped for your wedding, the magnolia leaves were the perfect way to finish off your wedding. The centrepieces you had picked were long foliage runners, mixed in with glassware of candles or floating candles in water, with a few white peonies here and there. Your welcome sign was even decorated to match the same so these place cards were the final thing you needed.
130 names were on the computer screen, ready for you to copy. You had a table placed at the side with the table numbers on sticky notes so you could sort the names into the right tables then bag them up. You were very much organised, everything was done. 
Dress collected, suits collected, final meetings apart from one with the venue were done. The florist was getting to work, your photographer and wedding videographer had been in touch. The music had been sent, your entertainment for the night and the day had confirmed the final playlist, the cake designer had confirmed they were baking the cakes and everything was going exactly according to plan. 
Even the tickets for your honeymoon had arrived early, along with a new passport for Namjoon. 
With your podcast playing on Spotify, you settled in your chair with your marker pen and got to work. It was a bit tedious writing out the names in white marker and thankfully you ordered extra pens and leaves for mistakes. 
“Okay, I’m here to help,” Namjoon popped into your office with his own mug of coffee.
“You finished already?” you questioned, turning down the volume on your speakers.
“Half-way but I wanted to come and help and then I’ll go back to it.”
He took the leaves you had already done and the printed list of tables with the guest in the right spot, starting to put each leaf with the right table. In the end, it was the perfect team effort. 
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JIMIN
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It seemed like an easy thing to pick when it came to favours. If anything, Jimin had picked it long before you had even thought about it. And nothing had been said until 150 mini bottles of expensive champagne had arrived at your front door two weeks before your wedding date. 
Thankfully you were quite skilled when it came to card and paper and printing stuff so you had spent the night printing 150 tags to tie around the bottles with ‘cheers’ and your wedding date on it, with space to write the guests name if you wanted to. 
Jimin, being Jimin, decided that today would be the day you would tie these tags on the bottles and make a date night out of it with takeaway pizza and burgers and some Korean food, some wine to finish it off and the show you both had been dying to see. 
“You know, I never realised how much goes into a wedding until we started planning ours,” Jimin commented as he folded his legs underneath him while cutting the pink ribbon to the size you wanted. 
“I didn’t realise how much you had to think about the guests more than the bride and groom,” you laughed as you punched holes in the top of the pink card, admiring the way the gold writing glittered under your living room lamps.
“That’s true, we’ve dedicated a whole menu and cake to them and now this,” he added after stopping to count how many ribbons he had actually cut. “But then again, it’s all worthwhile, right?”
“Yeah, the photographs will look nice.” 
“I didn’t mean that!” Jimin gently pushed at your shoulder, allowing all the ribbon to fall to the floor.
“We’ll never get these finished if you don’t stop daydreaming,” you added as you put the cards you had finished on the table before you. “And don’t even think about testing them either.”
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TAEHYUNG
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Trying to figure out what favours to do for 800 people was a nightmare. Trying to print out 800 place cards was an even bigger nightmare but the night before you were due to fly out to Los Angeles, you had managed to do it. The favours, however, still remained a mystery. 
However, you had landed in Los Angeles three weeks before your wedding with your parents, your wedding dress, all the extra bits and pieces that needed to be brought over and Taehyung would follow on in a few days after finishing up some schedules.
That meant you had plenty of time to get started on the place cards with your mother and father helping. You had found a place not far from the apartment that sold little red roses made out of red velvet and they had enough for you to finish off the place cards in your hotel suite, with your father sticking the rose down on the card you had cut and your mother sorting them out into tables.
“What are we going to do for favours?” you had asked Taehyung the first night in Los Angeles. 
“I’ll see what I can think of.”
“Because we have designers and celebrities.”
The chuckle you got and reassurances did nothing to stem the worry. You knew this was going to be a wedding people would talk about for the next year or so and that was a constant worry for you - to make it deeply personal to you and Taehyung but also taking into consideration of who was coming. 
However, the worry was for nothing because Taehyung came up with the idea when got to the hotel room with an extra suitcase. “Books! Look at these,” he said as he opened the suitcase and pulled out second-hand books that looked like they had come from the 1920s or 1930s. 
However, some were newer including a well-read copy of the Godfather and the Great Gatsby. 
“I guess we need to go book shopping then.”
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JUNGKOOK
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It was great having a talented boyfriend, sorry, fiance. And it was great when he had plenty of artistic talent that he wanted to use on the wedding in its final stages and final two weeks. You were set up in his parent's house, using the spare room to sleep and store all the things you had brought with you including your dress. 
Seokjin, however, was in charge of bringing Jungkook’s suit and the rings and anything important that Jungkook should have been in charge of. Not that you didn’t trust him, you knew how distracted he got. 
How he managed to sit himself down at his parents' dining table that was covered in newspaper as he painted the wooden names in black paint which were going to be your guests' place cards. 
You, on the other hand, were very carefully prepping the 100 candles the two of you had chosen together. The scent represented the two of you - vanilla for Jungkook, blueberry for you with a hint of eucalyptus. 100 black stickers had been printed with your initials and the date of your wedding in white writing with small purple flowers. 
If there was one thing people were going to take from your wedding, it would be the colour scheme. 
“How many more of these do I have left?” Jungkook asked, bambi eyes focused on making sure he left no piece of wood uncovered and that the black paint covered everything. 
“You’ve got another fifty to go,” you answered as you looked up from where you were smoothing the stickers down the glass of the candle. 
“At least it’s not 800 guests like Tae-hyung,” he laughed as he set the name down on a spare piece of paper on the table and picked up another name to paint.
“We’ve got one of the smallest weddings to be fair,” you picked up another candle and breathed in the scent, letting Jungkook sniff it as he leaned over to have a look. “And we’ve gone for the simple ideas of place cards and favours.”
“That’s why we’re the genius couple.”
“Go Team Jeon.”
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solarpunks · 8 days
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Indonesia’s e-bike shops are building their own batteries
Dharmawan Kusna Handoyo spends his workday in a 2-by-3-meter cubicle, soldering batteries. He has been building DIY battery packs since 2009, when he installed one in his own electric bike — but in the past few years, it has become his main source of income. He sells the packs for hundreds of dollars apiece, luring back customers with the promise of a longer-range battery capacity. 
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More recently, bioluminescence has evolved from laboratory tool to commercial plaything. The Kickstarter-funded, San Francisco-based Glowing Plant Project offers customers DIY kits they can use to genetically engineer a luminous Arabidopsis plant at home. And Carlsbad, California-based BioPop has released what is essentially an illuminated version of that long beloved novelty pet for kids, Sea-Monkeys (which are not in fact tiny aquatic primates, but rather brine shrimp). They call it Dino Pet: a small, vaguely Apatosaurus-shaped aquarium filled with bioluminescent plankton known as dinoflagellates. During the day, the plankton photosynthesize; at night, if you shut off the lights and give the aquarium a good shake, the dinoflagellates light up turquoise, much like the “fiery sparks” Chinese sailors observed in churning seawater so long ago. But the glow is only good for about three shakes a night, and if you’re too rough, you could damage or kill the plankton.
It’s easy to pity those tiny swimming stars trapped in a plastic bubble. Each night, some titan’s hand engulfs their ocean and churns it into a maelstrom for a few moments of selfish delight. Then the monster puts away their entire universe, easy as shutting the lid on a music box. They are kept alive solely for the purpose of this bedside magic trick.
Perhaps, though, we are the more pathetic members of this relationship—the gods bewitched by a gnat. Bottling bioluminescence gives us a sense of ownership over a presumably rare and otherworldly phenomenon; the reality of the situation is quite different. Bioluminescence is so commonplace on our planet—particularly in the oceans—that scientists estimate the thousands of glowing species they have catalogued so far are just a fraction of the sum. It may well be that the vast majority of deep-sea creatures, which live beyond the Sun’s reach, generate their own light (sometimes with the assistance of microbes). They use these innate glows primarily to communicate: to warn and frighten, hide and hunt, lure and beguile. Bioluminescence is one of the oldest and most prevalent languages on Earth—and one that is largely alien to us. Despite our fantasies and mythologies, the truth is that there’s nothing supernatural about living light; it has been a part of nature for eons. It’s just that we were denied this particular gift.
So, with perhaps too little gratitude, we adapted the incomparable talents of glowing creatures for our own purposes. We borrowed their light and it revealed things about our own biology we might never have discovered otherwise. But that is all we can do—borrow. We cannot be them, so we seek them out, and draw them near us—every bit as mesmerized as when we thought the Sun had impregnated the sea. To this day, we cup them in our hands, collect them in jars, and place them on our nightstand, forever trying to satisfy our Promethean hunger.
  —  The Secret History of Bioluminescence
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brooklynmuseum · 1 year
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Diamonds are forever, but so is plastic trash. 🎣💞
Look closely and you’ll see these lovely lures are no ordinary bait and tackle. As part of DEATH TO THE LIVING, Long Live Trash, Duke Riley fashioned DIY fishing lures out of plastic collected from the Brooklyn waterfront as well as trash from the streets of New York City.The tube of lipstick at-center seems quite apropos. Happy #ValentinesDay, everyone! 
See the inventive ways Riley salvaged single-use plastic in the context of contemporary environmental dilemmas as part of #DukeRileyBkM through April 23. 
📷 Courtesy of Duke Riley Studio 
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auberylis · 1 month
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Thinking about making a series of 12 once-a-month videos on building a cheap-n-simple DIY modular within a year, aimed at people who figured out their atari punk consoles and now want more.
Now that i started figuring out some circuits that are both dirt-cheap, moderately small, and fun to play with, i think it'd be fun to present a way of making your own modular electronic instrument out of off-shelf stuff and on a budget. But then there's the eternal question: will the viewers actually build anything, or is it "entertainment content making" all over again? Cause, hell if i'm entertaining anyone - what I want is to lure people into SDIY...
Anyways, let's see what y'all think down below.
A few spoilers: no it's not eurorack, i have much simpler and cheaper options in mind. Yes it's still 3.5mm connectors because that's cheap and common. No, you won't need any power tools to follow along, i'm using methods i developed at a student dorm. Yes, it will have a vactrol low pass gate.
If i end up not seeing demand for videos as actual instructables, i'm probably going to go with the project anyway, but will document it on my SDIY website without any fancy videos or whatever. So the poll is strictly about videos.
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astrandofgold · 1 month
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Hey! I ran into one of your posts where you show your beautiful props wall and-- WOW THE BB PODS ARE SO COOL!!! Did you make them yourself? Is this a pre-made kit of sorts or have you like- 3d printed all the pieces??? Also it lights up and looks sooo true to the game one-
I am super super curious and if you don't mind I would love to learn how to make one for myself 🥺🥺🥺
The Fragile box is also a very good looking prop 🤩 kit or diy, you did a very good job indeed!
I love your content and your art, keep on keeping on! 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
Hi!! First off, thank you so much for this ask! 🫶🏻
The BB pods here are both from the Kojima Productions store, the yellow one is the latest version, and the Higgs one is the first iteration. The light didn’t work very well one that one (got it used), so I decided to go ahead and DIY my own Higgs pod. I dissembled and painted it, and it turned out pretty well. There’s a couple things I’d do differently this time, but ah well 😅
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The Fragile case was an old tool box I had luring around, the tamper tape was regular old duct tape I spray painted yellow and hand drew the font on, and then the white tamper sticker was just a piece of paper I printed out and stuck to the case. It all looks good from afar, but don’t get too close 😂
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thetruemek · 5 months
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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝕭𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑  has updated!!!
63. Wreak Havoc
Hours later, and, surprisingly enough, indeed properly rested, you are back at the abandoned factory building. Flug had seconded it as the prime location in the area for your ambush when you had proposed the idea in the lab after your return, being both remote enough to prevent any law enforcement from showing up immediately should Heed call for backup or inform them beforehand, and also big enough to prepare everything you needed to lure the heroine into a trap.
That trap consisted of Dementia, visibly and audibly itching for a fight, Flug and two dozen Hatbots standing by in one of the neighboring buildings, with the hat ship as your emergency get-out-vehicle, and, finally, your humble self, masked up and geared out to the maximum of your carrying capacity. You have to hand it to Flug, he made good on his promise to finally get you upgraded tools to replace your DIY assemble, as he liked to call it.
Your hand runs over the shiny, flat disk on your hip, the spool of your new and improved gaff; although now it was more like an actual grappling hook, with four claws that would only extend once thrown, making the device a lot less bulky than your repurposed bridge gaff from the good old days. The thing was ridiculously light but could support more than three metric tons in weight! And with the spool securely connected to your equally new harness that housed innumerable compartments for knives, lock picks and stuff you hadn’t even come up with yet, you could have both your hands free in a pickle.
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two new chapters within a week?? getoutaheeere!
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bucketofcursedbooks · 11 months
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How I ghost hunt with no fancy equipment
I love ghost hunting a lot. Allll my life I've been in love the paranormal. One problem I can't afford ghost hunting tech. So here's what I use to ghost hunt
Apps: ghost tube vox and ghosttube classic, Randonautica
Offerings: I usually buy old school candy to give to ghosts. Werthers originals, necco wafers that kind of stuff.
Summoning tools: mirrors and candles. I usually get a compact mirror and light a candle infront of it to lure the dead out (cause it's rumored that mirrors are spirit portals and stuff) I also made a diy ouija board. Just cardboard and sharpie.
Other tools for ghost communication: light up cat balls, flash lights (on and off switch balanced in-between)
Other tools for me: flash lights, tazers, salt, rosemary bundle (I cut and dried it myself), snacks, money,
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randompony03 · 23 days
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Now to be fair there are some attributes that are yet to be fleshed out. (hell she doesn't even have an official name yet, for the time being her nickname will be Delphine) But besides that I'm happy with her.
Delphine worked for a gang and was generally considered the undertaker of it, taking care of the dirty work her boss had her do without complaint. Her main method of getting rid of the body was to chop em up and bury them, her past time being a florist coming to good use. The flower shop she runs is a front for their organization, smuggling illegal wears between the pots and seeds, keeping a close eye on the illicit products. Delphine is a loyal woman but she has boundereas. Being a believer of the phrase honest gold for honest work makes it a no brainer that she would start complaining when her pay gets cut. Unfortunately there were rumors of there being a snake in their midst, and due to her constant nagging Delphine was buried alive.
Now in hell she awaits her former coworkers and Boss to enact her much (self)deserved revenge… After she's learned the ins and outs of the flaming inferno she's found herself in. Little by little Delphi discovers how her new body works, having been fused with the flowers she was buried under subsequently leading to her being able to manipulate them at will. Neat, she would think if it wasn't for the body they were attached to. Scruff fur mudded with dirt, roots cooling beneath her skin, moving in unison like worms. Moss and fungi cling onto her damp back, emitting spores she can't smell but are oware of due to her changed body structure. Sharp claws replace her fingers, as dangerous they may be there of little effect to a touch screen. Luckily for her the roots make up for the lost thumbs. And it all makes up for the very thing she hates being deceived as, a no good lazy sloth. But there was no time to cry over spilt milk, so she did what she did best and went straight to work.
As time went by Delphines coworkers trickled into hell, one by one, she tricked them. Learning about soul contracts and their capabilities Delphine quickly grew invested. It was perfect, now all she needed to do was to play the waiting game, lure them in and BAM, their souls are hers, but what to do with them? Perhaps she could bring back some familiarity by running a flower shop, in hell. With her former boss and coworkers as the ones doing the dirty work. And from then on she opens up a shop from blood money and a couple of bargains with some shady sharks. Her silver tung came to good use from her old days as a face man.
For a couple of years Delphine was a nobody in the insurable cesspool, but slowly, plants started to grow all over the hell ridden streets, in the cracks on sidewalks, mushrooms on moly buildings. No one thought anything of it, until sinners started disappearing. Whoever found themselves close to the vegetation in either a dazed or buzzed state will wake up days later. Unknown to them they had been fed on by the plant and left to die on the sidewalk. Where and why they did that was unknown… (haven't thought out how Delphine is gonna be revealed to be a miner overlord to the public but lets pretend she did in future writings).
Misc headcanons:
does a lot of diy stuff, from engraving a landscape on a piece of wood to assembling a ship in a bottle.
Delphine straight up just eats demons with her plants, she will no longer be going “hungry” anywhere again.
Due to Delphine's body changing so much for it to host all the plants occupying her body it has changed her whole nervous system, among other things. She can no longer taste, smell nor feel touch the same way others demons would. She's a whole ecosystem so genitalia is worthless to her now so she doesn't have any.
Her lack of emotion on her face plus the flat tone affect makes others think she doesn't care, much to her favor.
When she wants to get on her underlings nerves she plays into the sloth stereotype and does everything slower.
Affectionately calls her employees worker bees, or as affectionate as she can be, and the ones that do her dirty work for hornets (with no affection).
If she stays too long in a different environment her fur changes color, alongside the moss and mushrooms.
Nowadays she's mostly well groomed, unless she's in her greenhouse, which is her apartment essentially (and who can blame her I mean just look at this).
She likes to lounge around in her bronze bathtub or to hang off the ceiling.
Honestly sees her stay in hell like a vacation, finally having the time to do what she couldn't before. She might have lost the senses to enjoy taste, smell and touch but there's other things to enjoy. Not to mention the perks of not feeling pain.
OUGHHHH WOWOW OML
I WAS HONESTLY REALLY INVESTED HOLY SHIT WOWW
AUGHH I LOVE THAT SHE'S GETTING HER REVENGE AND WAS ABLE TO ABSOLUTELY TURN THE TABLES ON HER OLD COLLEAGUES
WHAT YOU HAVE SO FAR IS REALLY WELL WRITTEN BRAVO DUDE
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icespur · 9 months
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I forgot the most important part of my Batjokes Mpreg concept! The birth.
I have a couple scenarios for how the birth could go down, my preferred scenario is where Joker contacts Bats and forces him to help him through childbirth.
At first, Joker is stubborn, refusing help at first, shutting down his henchmens concerns and suggestions to just go to the fricking Hospital, “I can handle it.”, “I’m fine”, until the most painful contraction comes---
After falling to the floor in pain, a scream. He carefully gets up, in defeat orders “Call Bats.”
He doesn’t exactly have Batman on speedial, so contacting him requires telling his goons to go out, cause trouble to lure him, and hand him a Walkie Talkie so Joker can better explain the situation.
Batman, already knows about the baby (see recent post), but he kinda---tried to forget it. So when Joker’s goons hand him a walkie with Joker trying to act natural but pained grunts, heavy breathes, and occasional scream and curses still come through and don’t go unnoticed. Well, kinda hard to ignore that!
Joker’s version of asking Batman for help isn’t “Hey, our baby is coming, I need help.”
it’s
“I have put explosives in every water tower in the city, if you refuse to help me, my water won’t be the only one breaking.”
“......What?”
Joker doesn’t want to go to the hospital because of the risk that the doctors might immediately take the newborn away since----he’s an unpredictable madman. So this is happening in the hideout.
Joker automatically assumes since Batman is super skilled in combat and solving crimes, that also means he has medical and childbirth knowledge (apparently there are comics where Batman does indeed successfully help deliver a baby, but for this scenario it’s more entertaining if he doesn’t).
Batman is like “I’m flattered you think I have unlimited knowledge, but no where in my training did I prepare for childbirthing courses, let alone male childbirth. I am not qualified for this, I could take you to the hospital tho--”
“NO HOSPITAL!”
Internally Bruce is screaming and freaking out: THERE WAS NO TRAINING FOR SITUATIONS LIKE THIS, WHY AM I BEING PUT IN THIS SITUATION, IF I SCREW UP WHAT IF THEY BOTH DIE? I DON’T WANT A STILLBORN BABY ON MY CONSCIOUS.
Externally since Batman is stoic he’s masking the panic with calm “We should really take you to the hospital.” Awkward attempts at comforting touches, “What--what do you need? Do you need anything?” and also carefully attempting to coherse an already irked in pain Joker, to hand over the detonator for the watertowers.
Realistically, Baby would probably have to come out via C section, but painful childbirth is more entertaining (exit via anus or tears through the perineum)
C section version in the hideout would be Joker going “screw this” takes out a knife from his nearby stash and starts DIY C section, Batman freaks out, has to make sure J doesn’t bleed out, then J successfully pulls out the baby and
It’s a girl with Joker’s unnaturally white skin thanks to ACE Chemicals, and Bruce’s hair color and blue eyes. She’s pretty much a genderbent baby Bruce with Joker’s skin (as she grows and her hair grows out, her hair has green streaks. So, mostly black hair with green streaks)
which opens a whole other complicated can of worms! How the heck is this going to work?
Also, if Joker didn’t know Batman’s identity already, he does now.
“Hm, you know, she kinda looks like that rich Wayne guy, I know I used your D.N.A. though, I didn’t make a mista-----BATSY, YOU’RE BRUCE WAYNE?!”
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im way too invested into hortus infernal and wanted to ask, do you have any ideas for mr kabob man? like he's a robot guard or something else?
also can we know more abt zolphius, i want to see more of that freak (affectionative)
(also sorry if i pop up a lot its just really cool and you're a really cool person,,)
(GHDaskgHDasjGDHaskghjDASK!!! No need to apologize!! I'm happy to answer!! DGASHKGDHa <3 <3 <3 <3)
Mr.Kabob Man gets the "Lets make this puzzle more logical, instead of extra legwork to pad out game time" treatment. He's not an official mascot with wall art and a catchphrase and stuff, but more a... poor man's last ditch effort, where a worker in hiding made him in an attempt to trick Nabnab into thinking there was another person in the room with them (Nabnab's contract clause being he can only harm sinners when they are alone...It was the BIGGEST "oops, misspoke" contract mistake they ever made).
Unknown if it ever worked for that intended purpose, as the worker is gone, and the DIY arts and crafts man remains... But it gives the Protagonist the idea to use Mr.Kabob Man and a tape recorder in order to trick and lure Tarta out of ambush.
Instead of Mr.Kabob Man...not working without party hats for... some reason... some events get shuffled around a bit. Mr.Kabob Man does his part in letting the Protagonist make their deal with Tarta, and Tamataki & Chamataki pop up as an obstacle on the way to the elevator (Instead of party hats), with Tarta implying that Flynn must have let them onto the upper levels, something he seems...VERY uneasy about for reasons yet unknown to the Protagonist.
So Tarta and the Protagonist work together in the Boss Fight to knock them back down the Abyss, and then continue on to the final chase scene~
And my! What a most intriguing question! W̴̹͇͎̓͆ḧ̴͓́y̸̦̌͂ ̴̺̟̳́̑t̸͈̞͍̂̎̏h̴̟͔̝͐a̷͔̒͐͌t̷͚͒'̷̬̅̄s̴̫͎̎́-̴͚̯̊
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In non ciphered, but less spoiler-y info~ Zolphius in Hortus Infernal is very much depicted as... Eldritch in nature, something that can't... quite be perceived, at least not in full. Not for long.
A flicker of movement from the corner of your eye, a puff of breath from a giant maw above you, the sound of scraping feathers, unintelligible, yet clear whispers from impossible places, far, far too many eyes staring up, unblinking from the abyss...
...And then nothing.
Most of the demons don't even know who he is, just that standing too long in his presence gradually drives up their anxiety, same as he does to humans, not even they can stand to be around him for too long.
The demons that DO know who he is, will not speak it, and take great care to avoid him all together.
The summoners had no idea WHAT they fished out of that portal...not until it was too late, and Uthman figured out just who he was first, and happily sought to take advantage, rather then take the one opportunity they all had to put the genie back in the bottle.
A̴̖̓̐́͐̓ṇ̶͕̔d̴̟̙̞͝ ̴̡͈͓̅n̴̠̆o̷̭̬̙̘̘͐͒̾w̵͇͕͍̟̝̆̊̾͑͛ ̸̨̼̌̒f̵̫͔̊ä̵̜̦́ẗ̴̳̫́̈́̑ẽ̷̛̼̙͕̅ ̴͍̫̮̃̈̓ͅî̸̹͊̈́͘s̴͕̻͑͒̕ͅ ̴̡͈̲̠͉̀̾i̷̧͒̋ń̷̤̆̄̀͛ ̶̦̠͒͌̕m̶̢͇̓̈́́͘o̴̭͚̲̺͓͑ṭ̶̤̺̒̇͛͘͝í̶̢̗͕̼̀̐̆ō̸̞̰͕̟̕͝n̸͎̓̓̑͑.̸̳̐̕
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