#three shell

[ukiyoebirds]

Karaoke Night Shell-nanigans.

I'd say click on the image for better quality but the crunched pixels lends to the cheap newsprint aesthetic.

[snailspng]

I like your blog, feels like searching through a flea market

Choose a haunted toy from my flea market:

[hamable]

I need Brennan to win an award. I need the world to know how exceptional a storyteller he is. How do you plan something like this?

I’m suddenly seeing the rat grinders as a sort of self insert for him. Not character-wise, but as tools for writing a mystery. Usually you start with the solution and work backwards. Brennan had to concoct this solution and prepare for every possible thing that the best DnD players he’s ever known might do to crack his story wide open. He needed an entire party of character foils whose primary goal was to cover their tracks and account for periphery details to outsmart The Bad Kids. An unfathomable amount of work to be able to tell this story at the pace it’s being told.

I found myself remarking earlier in the season how much planning and foreknowledge he had to have to have the variety of dome projections from @caitmayart he does and now I realize that’s just scratching the surface.

[miss-americanbi]

the way i so personally need messy queer breakup crowley in season 3. let him mope around his sad apartment listening to sad music all disheveled in an ancient queen tshirt. let him dye his hair an awful color or get a piercing he’ll regret. let him get wasted with nina and maggie whilst he talks their ears off about each and every time he and aziraphale made eye contact. this is the queer representation i crave.

[tenpint]

isaiah 41:10

[mayoiayasep]

if we don't crack the world's shell we will die before being born

[thatsbelievable]

[pianokantzart]

Before Mario Kart World comes out, I think I might be able to get first place in all the Mario Kart 8 200cc cups if I lock in 🤔

[leoleolovesdc]

Im constantly thinking abt shell, nessa and elphaba walking around in the street and having a conversation along these lines;

Someone, talking to Shell: You must be Frexpar’s son! Are these your… friends?

Elphaba: Oh no, we’re actually siblings

Someone: *stares back and fourth between a seemingly foreign, tall, green skinned androgynous person, a quadling looking girl with reddish skin and no arms and a regular munchkin boy*

Someone:

[exoskeleton-polisher]

It made sense that Sam'n'Eric shared a bed. They were practically the same person, after all.

Going by that logic, if you really think about it, it made perfect sense for Ralph and Piggy to share a bed, too. There were only two, so where else could either of them sleep?

They were hardly even beds, Ralph thought. More piles of leaves. So either way, it didn't count.

Ralph’s side was going numb, but he stopped himself from turning over, because that would mean he'd be facing Piggy, and that would make this entirely understandable predicament slightly less understandable.

Instead, he settled for laying on his back, even though he knew he'd never get to sleep like that. Although, truth to be told, he didn't have much chance of getting to sleep on his side either. Not with everything that'd happened.

He sighed and rubbed his face.

His brain presently had two topics available for thought, and neither were ones he wished to peruse. Ralph could either ponder what Jack was planning to do to them, now he'd taken control of most of the boys, or he could ponder why sleeping in the same “bed” as Piggy felt so different from how it felt with the boys at home.

Of course, there was another topic. One buried deep down in his subconscious. They'd left early.

Ralph decided thinking about Piggy was the lesser of two evils.

He could hear the fat boy snoring next to him, and he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sound while he thought.

It certainly felt odd. To be so close to someone else. Previously he would've chalked it up to everything feeling odd on the island, but, buried in a similar place as the truth about the Feast, he knew it was something else.

Ralph began digging, careful not to disturb the other thoughts scattered around that odd feeling. His spade brushed against a thought that made him wince, but he adjusted his course and soldiered on.

The hole must've been twice Ralph's height by the time he reached what he was looking for. He imagined it was some sort of dusty chest, like the ones people find treasure in in books.

Ralph opened his eyes. This metaphor was getting away from him.

The simple fact of the matter was that everything about Piggy was different to Ralph. His accent, his appearance, his personality, his role in their microcosmic society. The way he made Ralph feel.

Ralph swallowed. In his mental version of this train of thought, analogy Ralph was holding the key in his hands.

He supposed he ought to think about this logically, Piggy was right about life being scientific, after all.

So. How exactly was looking at Piggy different than looking at, say… Arthur from back home? Or Michael, or Adam, or Richard, or, or… Or, anyone really.

Well, when he looked at Piggy he felt as if there was a gaping black pit in his stomach. A chasm of an indescribable emotion that threatened to eat him whole. It was brilliant.

Piggy, for all his mundaneness and monotony, was frightfully interesting and captivating.

He nattered near constantly about things Ralph couldn't care less about, but for some reason, the simple fact it was Piggy talking forced Ralph to pay attention.

Piggy, for all his faults and flaws, was perfect.

The chest was opening. Ralph almost jumped out of bed. His analogical self hadn't even inserted the key, but the chest was rattling in front of him, sides expanding outwards, threatening to burst. His breathing became ragged. No, this wasn't right, he wasn't ready, he couldn't-

Suddenly the chest was gone. Everything was gone. His entire body was numb. His entire body, that is, except for his left hand.

He looked to his left. Piggy was holding his hand.

He cocked his head as best as he could whilst lying down. Piggy looked at him neutrally and then down at their clasped hands. Ralph looked down at them too.

He rubbed his thumb over the back of Piggy's hand, and the other boy smiled at him.

He knew it wasn't proper, really, but compared to the other things that had taken place on this island, two boys holding hands didn't seem like the most pressing issue.

Ralph closed his eyes and tightened his grip on Piggy's hand, a slight smile on his face. Analogy Ralph pocketed the key. Next time.

30/9/24

Note:

Oh my god I enjoyed writing this so much. Piggy is my favourite character, so I don't know why I keep writing from Ralph's perspective, but it just keeps happening. Also don't question that whole running metaphor. And also how I established Ralph doesn't know what a metaphor is in the last fic. It's fine, Piggy taught him. (Also sorry for the complete lack of dialogue lmaooooo - I never really intended to post these and honestly barely realised)

[softmangoes]

weaving moonlight | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only

the wraith's hair is soft. its translucent locks fall between your fingers like rivulets of cool water as you weave them into a loose braid.

"i missed your hands," the specter muses, its voice a sonorous hum that reverberates throughout the stones of the ruins.

before you entered its watery crypt, the blood moon hung high in the sky like a wound of the world, limning the ripples of the lake crimson.

the veil was made thin once again, making this the only time you and the terror that loved you could touch.

you did not fully understand your connection to the wraith, this terrible and unknowable being that began its search for you ever since your first dip in the lake, but there was an urge within you to be by its side. a tether binding your souls.

it was lonely. it knew you. and you found it beautiful.

"i'm done," you say, stepping back to watch it prod at the new braids with its many hands.

"hm." it hums, picking up a discarded metal plate and buffing it until it was clear enough to see its reflection.

"beautiful," it breathes, tilting its head to admire the small pieces of shell and sea glass woven throughout its moonlit hair. the wraith's eyes flick to yours, so blue and so brilliant. "you used to braid my hair like this. do you remember, droplet?"

you pause. you can't quite explain what happens next. like an upwelling, a memory floats to the surface, unhindered by the tides of time: you from another life weaving flowers into the hair of your beloved. they turn to look at you, their eyes the endless blue of a perfect sky.

"yes," you breathe, suddenly back within the wet confines of the ruins.

the wraith smiles, content with your answer. you feel its ghostly tendrils wrap around your legs, caress your arms. 

"i never got to thank you," it says, drifting closer to cup your face with a cool palm. seashells brush against your skin as the wraith's mouth hovers just a breath from your own. you feel its other hand slip beneath your waistband.

at first, you felt afraid when it first touched you like this. now, you welcome its embrace by curling your hand over its nape.

tendrils wrap around your limbs. it licks a cool stripe across your neck, hungry. always so hungry.

"perhaps," the wraith muses as it slips itself inside your warmth, eliciting a moan as sweet as music. "i shall take my time to express my gratitude."

[boy-of-death]

Arcane season 2 finale spoilers

Omg it was beautiful I loved it.

I don’t believe that jinx is dead based on the top of her bomb that Caitlyn is holding and the blue print of the hex gates where you can see escape routes. Also in the first episode she see an airship and say that one day she’s gonna ride in one of those and then at the end we see one !!!!

I’m not sure I understood everything about the ending and Viktor giving the rune to Jayce but it was incredible. And don’t even talk to me about them dying together!

Deep in me I wanted them to kiss but them holding onto one another and touching forehead while smiling was also great. Their bond was definitely more than friendship and they clearly loved each other but I think their love at this moment was so big that them kissing couldn’t even express how deeply the loved each other.

They loved each other so much they decide to die together.

And for fuck’s sake « partner »!? There’s nothing straight about this and I will die on this hill.

Fanfiction writers you better write those season 2 fix-it quickly, my sanity depends on it.

Jayce defenders were right in the end and this show is not beating the « gays always have a tragic ending » allegations anytime soon.

Not the biggest fan of ekko and powder together but them dancing was cute and the stromae’s song hit hard and I did cry.

To summarize: I loved it, the songs slapped, the tears are not going to dry anytime soon and I want jayvik to live happily ever after.

[hunysckle]

just devoured this sammich. leftover baby back rib meat, sautéed jalapenos, saurkraut, red onion, and cilantro with mayo and spicy bbq sauce on a ciabatta roll. twas positively scrumptious !!!

[fisheito]

I had a thought I’d like to share with the class. So we know that Kuya is super bored all the time but what if he sets up traps for Quincy. Bullying Quincy is his step above bullying normal forest creatures. Kuya sets up puzzles for his ex husband to solve and just sits in a tree watching him get out of his traps. Quincy takes into account the possibility of getting caught in a trap whenever he goes out hunting and includes it in his schedule. (I love them, they’re so husband.)

Quincy has also probably learned that the best method for dealing with Kuya is to run away because it deprives him of any enjoyment. Kuya is probably so pissed off when he does this tho like: “>:0 How dare you not fall into the trap I spent hours constructing for my own amusement.” So Quincy probably knows he has to solve at least one of Kuya’s traps per week if not he risks Kuya going insane. It’s his enrichment.

Now onto my thought: What if in one of his latest traps he turns Quincy into an animal, just for the funsies. Latest trap turns Quincy into one of those giant tortoises if he doesn’t solve it quickly enough. Then Kuya kidnaps him and keeps him in his garden. Quincy is completely fine with this because Kuya will probably just turn him back when he gets bored.

Meanwhile Topper is like, “Oh shit, I gotta go tell Eiden” so he makes his way to Aster’s mansion to tell him. Except Eiden is having a hard time understanding Topper so he gets Yakumo. Yakumo also thinks he’s misunderstanding what Topper is saying. Then they think about it for two seconds and are like, “Yeah that does sound like something Kuya would do.” So they get their asses over to the Wood Territory, accompanied by Rei because he’s curious about how Kuya managed to turn Quincy into an animal.

Meanwhile Quincy is living his best life eating the vegetation in Kuya’s garden and not having responsibilities. He’s killing two birds with one stone so he’s not complaining. Eiden gets there and the conversation goes something like this.

Eiden: Why would you turn him into a giant turtle, you need to turn him back.

Kuya: First of all he’s a tortoise. Second, he likes it.

Rei: What kind of kink is this?

Quincy: *munching on a piece of lettuce*

Eventually they convinced Kuya to turn him back but you know damn well he’s gonna do something similar next week.

Thank you for sharing with the class...!! 🤓🔍🤏🧐 why..... you certainly brought up many ideas that i never considered. a very enligtheninggn story. . . a narrative of silly proportions.. makes me want to eat some lettuce

[vossprime]

what if I give Zlatko the switch from his simple augmented chest to the updated, sort of skeletal looking model only post-Commorragh

[cali-kabi]

~ Kirbtober Day 8: Phantom 👻🌟💫