Killer: drink water you dehydrated idiot
Killer: yes you
Killer: take care of yourself
Horror: have you eaten today?
Cross: murder people who annoy you
Nightmare: there are people who care a lot about you
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the romances in hatchetfield fuck me up so bad like. every time. like youve got:
the most normal couple of all time, except one of them always seems to understand when the world is going to end and they inevitably are driven apart by something out of their control.
two grungy teens/young adults who will never get a happy ending so long as theyre together
a woman who everyone forgets and the man who falls in love with her every time he meets her again and again and again.
high school sweethearts haunted by their pasts and sometimes their futures, too.
a nerd and a 'cool kid', who just keep trying to sacrifice themselves for each other despite something interrupting them every time.
romance is not dead in hatchetfield! except for the fact that it usually ends up dying horribly and tragically.
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I tried on some bright green contact lenses that unfortunately slipped into the back of my eye socket.
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Anytime a Wayne gets a kidnapping threat Jason fits a pun in on how he died
“Hey, I mean, worse comes to worse, the worst thing that you can do is *die*”
“—Jason.”
But he gets a kidnapping threat? Gosh, stay out of Bruce’s way. Jason isn’t out of his sight once and if that maybe, possibly, makes Jason feel a little safer, he ain’t telling anyone.
But he might get a few more nightmares than usual, might work on his knot and lock picking skills, even though it makes him feel stupid.
Bruce might be working on how fast his motorcycle goes, he might sneak in Jason’s room to check on him a couple (No Barbara, it has not been every night—) times, might tell him he loves him more often, might panic when Jason goes on patrol, might trail him to make sure his baby is safe, but Jason might not hate it.
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Survivor (Passive or Uncorrupted) Nightmare!
I know that this canonically(?) can't be possible for Passive to survive if uncorrupted, considering that he's already long gone but.. PLEASE... Passive deserves better.
Nightmare belongs to Jokublog
In order for Nightmare to take control of Passives body, there needs to be a lot of negativity surrounding the area, unless it wont last more than a second. When Passive gets too overwhelmed or is unable to fight anymore, Nightmare will take over and finish the battle, not for Passives safety but for his own.
"Somethings absorbing our magic."
"You think that I don't know?"
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Rough start
Nightmare has been changing scripts for a very long time, so when Ink learned he was about to meet the “hero” that would defeat him, he was very excited. Later he got mad that the hero also changes scripts lol
Ink belongs to comyet/myebi
Dream belongs to Jokublog
Core Frisk belongs to dokudoki
Transcription:
Ink: That’s it, you’re going back to the Omega Timeline and Core is babysitting you for a while
Dream: What?! But if I stay in the Omega Timeline, I won’t have enough energy to fight my brother!
Ink: WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD’VE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT! BEFORE YOU INTERACTED AND CHANGED THE STORY! BEHIND MY BACK!!
Ink: MON DIEU, EVERYBODY SAYS I HAVE A BAD MEMORY, BUT IT LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVE IT WORSE THAN ME! EVERYTHING I SAY TO YOU JUST GOES OUT THE WINDOW AND YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT BUT AT THE SAME TIME YOU CANT EVEN STAND UP FOR YOURSELF AND…
Dream: (Wow, I really messed up…)
Core: Don’t worry about Ink, he’s been fighting Nightmare solo for 400 years during your absence. He’ll be fine
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Another avenue I want to explore in an Amity Park is Weird scenario is all the niche sub-cultures going on.
There is absolutely NO WAY there isn't a thriving goth community in Amity Park. They're holding picnics every full moon. They're holding crafting sessions in their friends' basements. They're adopting ghost animals left and right: eight-legged dogs and blob-cats, skeletal fish and neon bearded dragons.
There's a young man called Raphael who performs live music every week at a dance club with his band: he's got a myriad of shiny piercings, and a phone camera roll full of his rabbits, Morningstar and Salem. Perhaps those ghosts are bad business like the Fentons say, but the club's never felt more alive.
The scene and emo kids are multiplying at a rapid rate. The punks and grunge folks are doing shit with textiles that makes every quilting grandmother in a five mile radius swoop in to pass on their skills. Josie and Betty, old friends who periodically upload photos online of their handmade lace, suddenly gain an influx of young folks who want to learn how to make their own ghoulish patterns.
There's a new group peeling off from the goths that dress like the embodiment of Halloween– all bones, pumpkin orange and lengths of costume jewelry.
The historical costuming community is alive and well in these times, and they fall upon the few ghosts from times past willing to share knowledge like starving wolves. Their minds are full of patterning-math and fabric prices, and their excitement is, quite literally, infectious.
A revolution starts up in food service: a great many restaurants closed or moved to follow the many people who left Amity after the ghosts first came. A pair of brothers open a restaurant that has the best Polish food around: people politely don't comment on how the owners are dressed in clothes a century out of date or how their eyes gleam. Two cat cafes open, one space themed and another with loose definitions of what counts as a "cat." Assorted coffee and tea shops dot the landscape: some serve donuts, some have cupcakes, and others have breakfast wraps, sandwiches or savory hand pies.
People that can't afford to open a restaurant sell food out of their homes, advertised by cardboard signs with phrases like CAKES FOR $10, and BARBEQUE RIBS FOR SALE painted on them in gigantic bright letters. High school students bring in bags of cookies they made the night before and completely sell out of stock before the day is done. One woman's house has no signage and yet is known by word of mouth to be a herbalist, selling tins of homemade tea blends, flowers, assorted plant clippings, and cough drops.
Someone down the street of Casper High sells small batches of eco-friendly soap at a nearby corner store.
During summer time, lemonade stands are everywhere. Some of the lemonade is made with the strange fruits from one of the parks: no one dies, so it's fine.
The Farmer's Market has gotten... intense.
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