#* / emil – if you live like that you live with ghosts.

[minmos]

while you're here...

ghada is a 32 year old currently trapped in gaza with her family. she is displaced with her parents, 3 of her brothers, and 6 children.

here, they have no access to clean water, shelter, or medicine. polio is currently spreading through the children. gaza's infrastructure has been destroyed, leaving them surrounded by sewage.

they cannot live like this. while we wait for a permanent ceasefire, people are currently suffering and dying of disease, exposure, bombing, and starvation. they do not have time to wait. they need help now. every day is full of extraordinary risk.

ghada is fundraising to keep her family alive and, hopefully, cross the rafah border. the last donation was 2 days ago.

this campaign has been verified, and is #6 on GazaVetters' spreadsheet.

please, if you have even $5, donate to ghada's gofundme. share the link, tell people her story. thank you.

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[punishertruther]

“no te muevas.” fue lo primero que dijo, saliendo de entre las sombras de aquel piso en macao. si yulia kovaleva había matado a su hermana, ella mataría a la hermana de su pareja a modo de venganza. era cierto que alina nunca fue la hermana del año y que en incluso en la sala roja, cuando tenían que estar unidas, no la ayudó, pero cuando se enteró de su fallecimiento decidió cobrarse la deuda con más sangre. // @qvimcra​

[kakusu-shipping]

The Mario movie has gotten me obsessed with the Mario Extended Family and general Mario History, to the point that I made myself a Mario Cousin Self Insert

[punishertruther]

no pudo evitar emocionarse un poco al ver la forma en la que emil se abrazaba a elles, pero sobre todo a ingrid y en ese momento se encontró con la mirada de su hermana pequeña, que estaba ahí vigilando que eryn estuviese bien y esta no dudó en regalarle una dulce sonrisa ya que aunque emil y anya en el pasado hubiesen sido rivales, anya sabía lo mucho que significaba para elle aquella muchacha y le hacía feliz que hubiesen recuperado la relación. "vale, vale, voy." rió al ver la prisa que le metían y no dudó en besar primero los labios de su esposa para después besar el cabello de la rubia e irse a su despacho en casa. llamó a jen por vídeollamada mientras recopilaba todos los documentos necesarios y es que emil teóricamente figuraba como persona fallecida, así que puso a leo en la videollamada para que hackease los registros y cambiar aquello mientras seguían con todo.

no pudo evitar quedarse unos minutos más abrazada a ingrid con el rostro escondido y es que verdaderamente eryn le había partido el corazón con aquellas palabras y no sabía muy bien como gestionarlo porque de entrada nunca se había enamorado y si a eso le sumabas la emoción del momento, pues estaba bastante sensible. antes de irse con ella a ver como ordenaban el dormitorio y demás, entró para coger su cuaderno de dibujo y darle de nuevo las gracias a anya y yelena por quedarse, atreviéndose a bromear que ahora eran sus tías y estas no dudaron en abrazarse. una vez tuvo su cuaderno, salió junto a ingrid. "avra ya me dijo que nada de fumar dentro de casa." comentó con una pequeña sonrisa y es que fumaba mucho y leo le dejaba fumar allí si abría la ventana y se sentaba en el marco. "por cierto, toma." abrió su cuaderno y arrancó despacio una hoja. era un dibujo a carboncillo de ingrid durmiendo placidamente con la cabeza en el descanso de avra y es que las vio un día así y no dudó en dibujarlo. "¿alguna regla de convivencia que tenga que saber? a parte de no fumar y no mencionar vino, claro."

no iba a negar que estaba nerviosa por aquella propuesta. realmente apreciaba a emil y le hacía ilusión el hecho de poder ofrecerle una familia. si bien era cierto que había pasado de no plantearse la idea de ser madre ahora estaba realmente ilusionada por poder no solo tener un bebé, sino adoptar a emil y es que había algo en aquella muchacha sumamente especial y único y no quería perder aquel vínculo por nada. rodeó la cintura de avra con la cintura mientras le comentaba aquello a la rubia, estirando su mano libre para tomar la de la muchacha mientras tanto. que se quedase en silencio le preocupó un poco pero cuando preguntó aquello, miró a avra y seguidamente a la menor, asintiendo con suavidad y una pequeña sonrisa. en cuanto se lanzó a sus brazos, ingrid no dudó en abrazarla con cariño, dejando un tierno beso en su cabellera antes de mirarla con lágrimas en los ojos, claramente emocionada. "sí, ve, corre." le pidió a su espose para terminar acercándose a emil y acariciando su mejilla con cariño. "bienvenida a la familia, cielo." susurró antes de abrazarla propiamente. ante la propuesta de avra, asintió con suavidad y rodeó los hombros de emil para caminar hacia la casa. sabía que después de la operación de eryn algo había cambiado y es que notaba a la muchacha más decaída y quería que se desahogase con ella.

[maimohssen-mh]

“Help Restore Hope and Life for Mai and Her Family in Gaza”

“My name is Mai, I’m 28 years old, and I live in Gaza with my family of seven. We are enduring unimaginable hardships. We lost our home and everything we owned due to the war, leaving us homeless and without stability.

My life now revolves around trying to secure medicine for my mother, who needs treatment for her heart device, helping my brother who suffered a severe hand injury and is struggling to get therapy, and providing our basic needs like food and water amidst severe shortages.

My younger siblings dream of continuing their education, but how can we provide that when we can barely find enough to eat?

Your donations mean life to us: they mean medicine for my mom, treatment for my brother, education for my siblings, and a roof over our heads. Even the smallest contributions make a big difference.

Please, help us with whatever you can or share our story. We have so much hope in your support.

donate what you're able to or 5$ AT LEAST to my gofundme or my paypal.

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[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

( someone is taking you down to a basement where they will weigh out your sins ; someone is mapping your body just like a lover would. )

chara : leon kennedy fandom : resident evil quote cr : dante emile ; john banville

HE HAS FOUGHT A THOUSAND HORRORS & KNOWS HIMSELF TO BE THE WORST OF THEM. HE HAS FOUGHT A THOUSAND HORRORS / SURVIVED TOO MUCH AND TOO LITTLE, YET BENEATH THE WAVES, HE SUCCUMBS TO A GUILTY & GRIEVING LANDSCAPE / DROWNS AND DROWNS, AND MAYBE THAT'S OKAY, BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE DID, TOO.

( because he let them, he thinks, failed to save so many, unable to fight against death in its conquering of all he loved and cared for.

it's never enough, the saving of a life : for one life, there is the destruction and ending of a hundred, and it's never enough, never enough, never enough never enough NEVER ENOUGH NEV-- )

"hey." your hand rests on his chest, gentle, voice safe haven / anchor to the shore / and there is the restoration of the calm surfacing in blue hues when he looks at you.

in his eyes there is sorrow untold, a magnitude of grief so tremendous and palpable and heavy. the world is not meant to bear such weight, but he has resigned himself to atlas in the end, and not even you can prevent the tragedy that roots itself in his existence.

something is stuck in your throat. bitterness floods your senses, lingers on the tip of your tongue. you think you know all the right things to say until it is time to say it.

you swallow hard. you speak, anyway.

"you have done enough, leon."

the words are so terribly thick and heavy and hollow. you almost choke on them, but you swallow hard, force a smile. what a fucking fool you are, to believe there could be ease in those words, that there could be enough. you have not suffered like he has, because you don't know what it was like and you never will.

you, too, have survived, but you have not survived what he has.

"you've done enough." you repeat. your throat hurts, pain transparent in the trembling of your voice. grief is a terribly difficult thing to consume, isn't it? its edges so sharp and stabbing yet dull all at once.

your lover has come home to you and he always does, but there are always pieces left behind. he becomes an echo, a trace of something once was, a ghost : whole, yet missing, but the same beneath it all. your lover has come home to you, but in his heart he exists in two spaces : the past and present.

your hand rests on his chest, gentle, fingers splayed across that beating and broken and bruised mess of a heart. beating, beating, beating, alive, living, here. you can feel it, but somehow, it's not enough. the heart is not meant to carry the burden of those gone, but his does, and how very slowly does it travel down the path to decay and innocence lost.

he smiles. it is a sad smile, a quiet one that blossoms on his lips in instinct of your familiar warmth. he is so very tired, but he says nothing, knows your words to be true yet wrong all the same, and you know this.

so you trace over his skin, touch delicate and holy -- how your fingertips linger over his heart, feel the way it quickens in the knowing of love. he places his hand on yours, squeezes once, twice, three, four times, in his usual expression of i love you forever, because those three words never quite seem to be enough. but he is quick to let go, reluctant, because something inside tells him that he is unworthy, that perhaps it is better for someone else to protect you. you read his mind loud and clear, know his heart as if it beats as your own.

your fingers trail up his neck, cautious, reverent, hands cupping his face. you do not speak. you wait. you watch, but even you cannot hide the heartbreak that reflects his perfectly so. there is a lump in your throat. grief is a very difficult thing to swallow, isn't it?

you press your forehead against his, feel his hand on yours once more. he leans into your touch, knows it to be harbor in the darkest of times -- a beacon, a lighthouse, a safekeeping.

"you have always done enough." you whisper, and something in him breaks, unravels, tears him apart.

because it's true but it's not -- if he had done enough, then why did they all die? if he had done enough, then why is he here when they are not? he wants to deny it, but the words suffocate him and he chokes on grief just like you do. silent, he wraps his arms around your waist, holds you so desperately close until he can feel your heartbeat against his : beating, beating, alive, here.

he has always done enough. you tell him this over and over again in endless mantra, lips on his in the desire for comfort lost and found, and you hope one day, he will believe it.

[rebecca-levin-art]

I’d like to share a message from @enasfamily :

“Please let me know if you receive my message.

I am Inas From Gaza 🇵🇸, a mother of two young children, Muhammad and Hala ,who lost their father due to the war six months ago 😭.

Our home was destroyed, we’ve been displaced six times, and now we live in a tent that cannot protect my children from hunger or the cold.

I appeal to your humanity to help us secure a warm shelter and food for my children. Your donation, no matter how small, can save their lives💔🙏

Please help save Muhammad and Hala🫂."

The campaign is documented by 90-ghost

Donation link is pinned in bio❤️”

You can also find her donation link here.

I will be offering art commissions in exchange for proof of donation to Inas’s fundraiser. All you have to do is send me that proof, and I will draw you something equal to the value of your donation.

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[hythlodaes]

wip wednesday

ty @redwayfarers and @scionshtola for the tags <3 i actually have a lil bit from modern au emileo to share :) i will tag @lavampira @coldshrugs @birues @lilas @this-is-ris @hylfystt if you have things you want to share, but no pressure!!

They collide again. 

This time it’s Emile’s hand on his shoulder, holding himself steady as his body sways closer, as he leans down. Distance is a second thought when he fixes those brown eyes on Leofard, lips curving up at the edges in a shy smile.

“I thought you were going to show me your car," he says, his soft voice loud over the music. All Leofard can focus on is the strength of his grip on his shoulder, and as he blinks at him through the blurry lights of the living room, the only thought on his mind is touch him. 

He reaches out to wrap his arm around Emile's waist, hand grazing along his own shirt clinging to his body. He bites down on a grin at the way Emile shifts into his touch, the way his eyes widen when Leofard inches his fingertips beneath the hem, teasing at his warm skin. With their faces this close, Leofard just has to tilt his chin towards him to be heard, keeping his voice deep, quiet. “All you have to do is ask, baby.” 

“Please?” Emile murmurs against his ear, and Leofard closes his eyes for a moment. That single word sets the room spinning, keeping in time with the way his heart pounds in his chest. He turns his head towards him, letting his nose brush along his, breath ghosting at each other's lips, and he swallows hard as he pulls away. 

Fresh air sounds like a good idea.

[tatters-the-bat]

I don't remember if I've posted this so I'm gonna do so again and use it as an excuse to loredump :3

This is the main cast of one of my OUs, Ectopolis, the city of ghosts!

Ectopolis is in Earth's atmosphere, but is only visible and tangible to ghosts. "Newlydead" souls flock to the city due to the presence of The Pool, a large, mysterious collection of colorful ectoplasm that souls use to shape their new ghost forms! It's also where they go to if their ghost form is ever destroyed. There are other settlements and stuff like floating islands all across the atmosphere, but Ectopolis is the biggest, mostly because of the Pool being such a central thing to the ghost world.

Sometimes, on the surface of the Pool, powerful splotches of high-energy plasm form, known as Hyperplasm. Very few ghosts have ever formed from these, and the few that did have no memory of their previous life. One of the most prominent is the namesake, Hyper, who is the mayor of the city now!

He and his crew here basically just work to ensure that new ghosts learn how things work and that nothing threatens the spectral plane - sometimes, rogue souls will corrupt and become monstrous Specters roaming the atmosphere, so part of the group's job is to make sure those specters are dealt with so they don't hurt anyone.

Character info below cut!!

As mentioned, Hyper is the mayor and does mayor stuff; in fact, he's constantly swamped with paperwork. As a hyperplasmic ghost, he's capable of plasma shock abilities, but this is rarely seen due to him usually being too busy to be directly involved in combat.

Zest is the security guard of the Pool, usually the first person people meet when they form. He makes sure well enough that people make it to the front desk and get acclimated to their afterlife. Buuut he's also a huge flirt and slacks off near constantly.

Charles is a strong, silent janitor who in life was a successful party-bro bodybuilder. He doesn't talk much, but he never backs down from a challenge - which is what got him killed, when at a party he decided to chug a dubious shake made from everything in the fridge. He's Zest's boyfriend also! :3

Rayne is the front desk clerk of the main building where the Pool is, so she makes sure new ghosts get registered into the system and know where they should go to do whatever it is they want to do. She's bitter and sarcastic, but she opens up if you get to know her. She and Zest lovingly despise each other.

Dillon is a nervous wreck of a ghost that works the cafeteria, having died from a heart attack after receiving a letter from a famous chef that wanted to meet with him, which he has not lived down. Ghosts don't need to eat, but Dillon has succeeded in making incredible flavor profiles that bring in people all the time anyway. If only he wasn't so shy and anxiety-filled.

Emile was a veterinarian in life, specializing in reptiles. They died to a snake bite, and has gotten some reptilian traits to it in its afterlife. It's affectionately called "Dr. Snake-Eyes," "Dr. Chameleon," "Dr. Lizard-brain," etc by Zest - he hates all of those nicknames. They're a very capable ghost doctor, being a major reason that more people don't have to reform at the Pool, so it doesn't like being 'othered' by its attributes.

[tixdixl]

For emil

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

For kingsley

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

For both!

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

Oh this is another fun one. Thank you for asking!!

Mistake - Emil:

Emil has a tendancy of f-cking around and finding out. The obvious one here is trying to make a philosopher's stone in a year and a half. He drives himself into Overblot over it.

It takes him a while but he is able to repair the damage he does to the Alchemy Lab. He rebuilds Crewel's trust in him, the trust his friends and loved ones have in him.

As for moving on though, they are still working on that. They haven't really moved on yet.

Ghost - Kingsley:

I guess you could say his failures haunt him. He is constantly trying to make himself into what he believes is "better" - even if in reality its not. His parents want to mold him into what they think is the perfect heir, and neither of them believe that he is that, nor do they actually believe he is capable of becoming that.

So you can imagine their surprise when they summon him back on a mission between sophomore and junior year and they find that not only has he grown a tremendous amount, but he has friends now.

This doesnt change the fact that he still wants to become better than his failures. But the validation does help quite a bit.

Alone - Emil:

So I'm gonna be real. I haven't thought of this before, and now I feel like I need to. So I will come back to this with an update when I can.

Alone - Kingsley:

So interestingly, Kingsley finds comfort in solitude. He went a very good portion of his life friendless, fending for himself, and in social isolation. It's not often that he gets lonely, and loneliness is an incredibly foreign concept that he only really starts experiencing much later in his life. I'm not quite sure how he copes with it just yet, but again, I will come back with an update when I do!

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[ao3feed-twiyor]

Insolence and Idiocy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g680pan by owlwritesalot ‘Forger?’ Mr Desmond scoffed, and the sound came from a much closer distance, Anya guessed that he was standing to her back, facing the other table. “Do not even mention that commoner.' He huffed a contemptuous laugh, 'Land and a title mean very little if you do not have the breeding needed to deserve it. A friendship with the Blackbells is at most like the bond between a dog and its human.' Before she could even register her action, she already turned and swung her fists towards Mr Desmond. Her knuckles collided with skin, and she heard a pained yell followed by a loud bang. Or, the Damianya Pride and Prejudice AU nobody asked for. Words: 2676, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Anime), SPY x FAMILY (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Anya Forger, Becky Blackbell, Damian Desmond, Ewen Egeburg, Emile Elman, Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Relationships: Damian Desmond/Anya Forger, Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Becky Blackbell & Anya Forger, Damian Desmond & Ewen Egeburg & Emile Elman Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Historical Inaccuracy, Inspired by Pride and Prejudice, the Pride and Prejudice au nobody asked for, Tsundere Damian Desmond, don't tell me Damian Desmond is not Darcy-coded, not beta read we die like my will to live, Jane Austen's ghost please do not come at me read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g680pan

[punishertruther]

@qvimcra

[calebs-hangout-corner]

Tell me about Horrortown

Goosebumps: Horrortown is an absolutely fantastic city builder game set in a Goosebumps universe. Curly the Skeleton guides you through the game as its narrator, or at least he tries, Slappy likes to butt in with his own commentary occasionally. They are besties (There is one event that has different narrators who are actually based on two pretty cool horrortown YouTubers). It has multiple stories you can play through with the many different characters that are in this universe and live in this town.

It's also really funny because at the start of the game everyone is still new to monsters and such and freak out when they have to deal with them but the more the story progresses the more they're just "hey how much do you wanna bet our new neighbor is a monster?" and "man, another monster attack? This is the third time this week!" and not to forget "what? ANOTHER meteor crashed in town? Are we a magnet for this stuff or something?" They just become desensitized to the whole monster situation it's great. Sometimes the og characters from the books are here and I always love how they are integrated: Sometimes they are just here and will go through their stories (like Carly Beth Caldwell of Haunted Mask fame), sometimes they already went through what happened in their books (like Lizzie Morris, who comes to Horrortown to warn everyone of the Horrorland theme park), sometimes they went through their book with a different outcome (such as Dana from Egg Monsters from Mars, who died in the Horrortown timeline instead of surviving and his skeleton is visible in the freezer he was trapped in in the book, or Nat and Pat, whose sister Ginger, the protagonist of Beast From The East, is suspiciously missing from their life), and sometimes they're just adults and somewhere else (see: Zeke Matthews, who studies at College in Woods Mill and comes to visit, or Lucy and Randy Dark, who study abroad and are frequently mentioned)

The characters and their interpersonal relationships really make this game, idk how they did it but I absolutely adore playing through the different storylines and getting to know the characters!!! I also love some of the implications of the game that they never outright confirm but it feels really nice when you end up connecting the dots.

Example: Mrs. Dark, Randy and Lucy's mother, moved to Horrortown and sent her children to study far away because their father, her husband, was most likely killed by a monster hunter.

Example No. 2: Brooke Buchenberg's father is implied to be a hermit wizard that lives in the snowy mountains and abondened her when she was too young to remember him and she has untapped magical abilities because of it.

Example No. 3: Pat is trans, as she is a girl in the game but was a boy in the books and Nat and Pat are identical twins.

Example No. 4: Emile from Phantom of the Auditorium is probably a ghost in this timeline.

The game also still updates with events from time to time and I just AAAAAAA I love this game so much. I have literally so many ideas for it because the world just lends itself to so many different stories you could tell.

[lost-in-interwebs]

NOT to be weird but i found your take on fallout 4 so interesting as someone who is also from MA. when i played thru it initially on release i was all jazzed about it for that exact reason, but over time/the years ive grown bitter about fo4 because i feel like it failed to capture the culture/charm of MA outside of some set dressing (even then, i felt like they often didnt capture the "look" of MA very well if that makes sense). ANWAY didnt mean to dump this as a weird confession, im genuinely curious to hear abt ur thoughts as someone also from MA who played through fo4 if u dont mind me asking.. what helped amplify the experience for you?

Oh my god I felt the same god damn way. Over the years the charm is gone. It's all set dressing. THEY DONT EVEN HAVE CLAM CHOWDER. There are no rabbits. Maine gets rabbits but we don't get rabbits???

For me, it was just personal memories. The Swan Pond was just devastating. As a child my mother took me out in the swan boats and I dropped my favorite Dumbo toy in the water and was bereft. The entire boat stopped to help me get it back before it was submerged in the deep. We have pictures of that day. Kilmore Square is really important to me because I used to go into the old Church on Newbury Street to work with a professional choir in the summer. And it also led to the Women's Mental Health facility I spent time at when I was suicidal. Seeing super mutants take over that familiar road and raiders sitting pretty in Hangman's Alley just broke my heart. That road is familiar. Malden Catholic was one of my school's rivals in basketball. Seeing the Boston Children's Science Museum empty and in a little building was infruriating. There is no Boston Aquarium. And I get it, even Emil jokes in the text that there just wasn't enough space to fit it all.... but no Make Way for Ducklings? No Blueberries for Sal moment in Far Harbor? Come on Emil, you lived here. Breath some fucking life and character into this place. We have the second largest Chinatown behind New York. My father used to buy me ceramic chopsticks and fans and silk pajamas. I loved Chinatown and it isnt there. I live near Salem so seeing the Witch museum was wild especially after living in my first apartment alone down the street from it. But it's all submerged. Beverly is gone. Salem is gone. There's nothing there. And that'd my home home that's the Northshore that's my home. And there's nothing...

Real tangible memories I can return to as I please but they are ruins in this game. It's so much easier for me to roleplay as a Pre War mother who grew up in Boston only to live to see it fall.

I had to ride the blue line, the one where you find Nick Valentine, for my first job interview. The game is haunted by ghosts to me. But it's my ghost. Also I had to contend with the fact that everyone I love would have been dead in 200 years. My mom, my sister, my cousins, aunts and uncles, friends, enemies. Only I remain to tell their stories. AND I WISH YOU COULD DO SOMETHING WITH THAT. That's tangible.

Fallout 4 is so close and yet so distant. I feel like in order to truly be there you have to be able to smell how bad that ocean water must smell. You gotta feel the slime on the rocks as you climb up out of the ocean. You need to feel the barnacles scrape against your knees. You gotta taste the salt of the water before it turns sweet on your tongue. But you can't get that in a video game. You have to live it.

Also the addiction... Addiction is so prevalent here in Mass. There's not a soul I don't know that wasn't effected by the opioid crisis. And they treated it soooooooo vaguely. It's empty. And the jab at AA and personal therapy was so.... mean spirited as an addict myself.

Also our entire fishing culture is just.... gone. No mention no game mechanic to do it. Save that all for Maine. Which is fucking bogus. Also the voices.... the voices and the accents. Some you can tell are acted. Some feel real enough. I wish they would got some fucking guys off the street to voice a few NPCs. ALSO LYNN???? You didn't do anything with "Lynn Lynn the city of sin you won't come out the way you came in"??? It's fucking perfect. There could have been something with that. Maybe something like Evergreen Mills but functional and cooler. idk these are such insane ramblings and if you can glean any answers from this take it.

[enigmasalad]

SS camp counselor slasher film au

The boys are hired to be camp counselors but they don’t realize this summer is going to be the most eventful summer of their lives. Cue cheesy camp slasher film tropes.

Patton Lovett: Patton is the camp counselor that is way too happy to be there. He makes sure everyone is okay and everyone participates. He’s chipper and all around a very nice guy. Basically your good fun dad away from home. However when things go south he’s absolutely lost. He’s scared, confused and most of all he’s worried about all the campers. He thinks he can save them all (unfortunately).

Logan Martin: He’s only here for credits in school (college). He makes sure everything is on track, everyone is accounted for, everyone is following the rules. He also makes sure to make sure there’s some form of educational activity. He’s a bit awkward with the campers but he does have his fans. When things go south Logan is thrown off his game for only a little bit before he goes into crisis control mode. He takes every step possible to save whoever he can, and to prevent as much disaster as he can.

Roman Princeton: He’s probably the most liked camp counselor. He’s in Charge of all creative activities and has a hand in some of the physical activities. He’s the one that leads everyone during campfire gatherings with songs. When things go south he springs into action, taking the role of hero and he would lay his life down for his friends and these kids. However he soon has to be reigned back because you cannot save everyone in this scenario.

Virgil Petrov: He’s not the most favorite camp counselor because on the outside, he’s an intimidating and quite bad boy. Really he’s just not wanting to socialize much. However he is a good camp counselor, entertaining the campers with spooky ghost stories, taking them aside when they want to be alone and sneaking some of the loneliest kids snacks. When things go south he panics. Fight or flight kicks in and he becomes a fierce protector of these campers and he is fast, can easily slip into tight spaces and he can hide himself and others quite well. He’s the ultimate survivor in a sense.

Janus Lokir: He’s only here because he has to. Why? He won’t say. He just has to. He’s one of the least liked councilors. He doesn’t really like children, he carries a flask with some weird smelling grape juice on him everywhere he goes and he lies. Like, a lot. Plus things have gone missing around the camp and Janus swears he hasn’t seen them. Odd. However he could be leagues worse. He actually knows how to care for children in some capacity which is much more than another councilor. And yes he may be a bit…bitchy he isn’t a monster. When things go south he’s suspect number two, or at least expected to betray everyone. And he did think about it, but unfortunately he ended up hiding in a cabin with a small flock of children who all wet themselves, so he thinks as useless as these children are he can’t exactly abandon them. He isn’t a monster after all. It won’t stop him from sipping his “juice” though.

Remus Princeton: No one knows why the Camp allowed Remus to be there. Some say it’s because Roman works there. Others say it’s because he has to do community service for legal reasons. Either way, he’s the least liked councilor there. He once bit a rabid raccoon and somehow didn’t get sick. He regularly eats from the garbage cans and carries sharp pointy knives on him. One camper even saw Remus start a fire on the lake! Needless to say he is suspect number one. So imagine everyone’s surprise when Remus is not the killer when things go south. While everyone is panicking, Remus is having the time of his life. And wait…where did the chainsaw go?

EXTRAS

Dr. Emile Picani: He’s the camp’s resident doctor and therapist (since the camp was too cheap to hire one of each). Picani knows above basic first aid and helps the campers that need it mentally. He’s known to be a beloved member of the camp by staff and campers alike. However as much as he likes this stint, he’s deciding to quit after this year. Why? Because defending himself and others from a Killer was not part of the job description. He’s barricaded himself in his medical cabin and has wounded and panicked people in his care. He can take care of them for the moment but for how long?

Remy Santos: He was hired as a custodian. Quite frankly, he hates it. But he needs the money. He doesn’t like doing his job and will often be found taking naps around camp. He’ll even fake an illness just to stay in the medical cabin with his BFF Emile. However when things went south, he wants nothing more than to take a nap. But he can’t. And unfortunately his job is more important than he realized. As the custodian he knows where certain things are and he has the keys to all the buildings on the campsite, especially to the maintenance shed, where he could get parts to get the emergency radio in the Medical cabin going. So downing possibly his last coffee he heads out there, totally alone. He should have just picked up that job at Starbucks.

[tokuvivor]

DuckTales Character Songs! (Part 3)

Okay, you should hopefully know the drill by now. So today, I’ll be highlighting characters that debuted in Season 2, and choosing songs that I think best fit them.

For whatever reason, I did not think of doing this last week, but if you want to look back at my previous songs, here are the links to the first two parts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2, continued

And again, shout-out to @glowyjellyfish for brainstorming help.

Fethry Duck

Beyond the Sea by Bobby Darin

What better song to match with Donald’s marine biology-loving cousin? Even though Fethry has his head in the clouds most of the time, his heart belongs to the ocean. Even if living in an underwater research lab isn’t the most ideal of conditions, Fethry makes it work.

Zan Owlson

Woman by Kesha (feat. The Dap-Kings Horns)

As the old adage goes, Owlson is a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man. She took over Glomgold’s company for him after he was stricken with amnesia. She probably makes plenty of money out of it. She works hard, and she’s good at what she does.

José Carioca and Panchito Pistoles

The Three Caballeros by Clarence Nash, José Oliveira, and Joaquin Garay from The Three Caballeros

Because of course.

The Three Ghosts of Christmas

Past, Present and Future by Emility

The lyrics do a good job of summing up what each of the three ghosts traditionally represent.

Lieutenant Penumbra

Power by Little Mix

This song is big, badass, bombastic, and screams female empowerment. It’s absolutely perfect for Penny.

General Lunaris

Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival

It’s not just because the song has the word “moon” in the title. It’s also kind of a metaphor for Lunaris being basically a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and for the invasion that he enacted that led to the final battle of Season 2.

Violet Sabrewing

Killer Queen by Queen

Violet is an absolute enigma of a character. She’s smart, serious, intense, has a couple major hyperfixations, and is super blunt; she can be hard to read, but whoever she lets into her inner circle, she is steadfast loyal and supportive of them, as we’ve seen in episodes like Friendship Hates Magic! or Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchucks! (even though we totally should’ve gotten more elaboration from the latter episode on her relationship with Huey). Okay, getting off track. The point is, this song kind of explains how with Violet, there is more than meets the eye. There’s more complexity to her than the casual fan might think.

John D. Rockerduck

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

We don’t know a whole lot about Rockerduck in the show, other than that he’s a super rich capitalist. So…money.

Gandra Dee

No Roots by Alice Merton

I think the tone and lyrics of the song really fit Gandra’s rebellious nature. Gandra doesn’t like being tied down to one place. She’s mysterious, with a complicated past. And I think this song sums that up well.

Drake Mallard

Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson

“If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and then make a change.” Drake’s a down-on-his-luck actor, trying to make an impact. But Launchpad ultimately taught him that the biggest possible impact that he could make in life is helping others. And that inspired him to take up the mantle of his childhood hero and become the terror that flaps in the night, the combination lock on the vaults of justice, Darkwing Duck. And this classic MJ track mails the point home beautifully.