#Should I make a tag for this?

[bumpybumpyroad]

ok I’m so curious abt the ‘entities of joy and whimsy’ au pls explain further

Sure. Basically during the Gerry episode when he said that there are no entities of hope I thought “ok but what if there was though?”

But then I remembered: if too much fear is a bad thing, then so is too much joy. Ofc both emotions are fine within reason, they’re perfectly human in fact. But when you take them too far it gets destructive.

So I essentially just took basic human desires and cranked them up to 100. So instead of spreading true joy, the avatars generate negative feelings instead. But since the entities are stupid and don’t know how humans work they think those are the same thing.

And yes all the bad things in tma still happen, just in different ways.

But honestly I made this au bc I like designing characters.

(Also—if any of y’all wanna make something about this au then go for it!! Just give credit please)

[technically-a-kiwi]

Okay here's a concept, I'm not super satisfied... He looks good yes but it's not enough...

Some things to keep in mind:

Honestly that's very good for a start but, I dunno something's missing, he doesn't look nearly as creepy as I wanted... Probably because of my art styles...

I'll share his story when I'm satisfied with the design

Give me your thoughts and ideas pls I'm all ears

[kai-rio]

no light no light is so beckory coded

(song analysis 2: electric boogaloo)

like look at these lyrics

no light no light in your bright blue eyes can be interpreted as tony dying, feeling betrayed, or being injured

you cant choose what stays and what fades away i believe this is about tony losing his father to prison, yes, but also gregory over his lack of control during the events of ggy, especially concerning his memory

and id do anything to make you stay i think both of them would want to stay with each other, gregory with trying to keep tony's memories so he doesnt forget him, and tony s he can solve the mystery (and also cos hs gay)

you want a revelation, some kind of resolution how tony always wants answers to things, and he wants to know everything there is about ggy even after its happened and he's met up with gregory

but its a conversation i just cant have tonight is like tony asking him about ggy, but gregory dismissing it or ignoring it because of the shared trauma they have, and he wants to try move past it despite tonys insistence

in your place were a thousand other faces this would go with gregory and his inability to remember the exact faces of tony (and ellis), and all of the counsellors and everyone ggy encountered during the time he used his body

i was disappearing in plain sight this is gregory living at the pizzaplex - he’s missing, but in plain sight, as the pizzaplex is a big and crowded place, so if any of his friends were to go there, theyd have a chance of noticing him

would you leave me if id told you what ive done? it kinda goes for both of them, but mainly gregory - when he'd remember the actions ggy took, he'd obviously feel guilty and would think everyone would leave him because he was dangerous. i think this also applies for tony, but only after he realises how much of a jerk he's been - gregory wouldnt remember everything, so if tony told him, he'd be afraid of his reaction

[the-tiniest-demigod]

taste would be such a wild thing for kinito i think

so many different flavors and textures, he'd be the kind of person that'll try anything at least once. the very SECOND his taste buds develop he is eating the first thing he can find, which could backfire in soo many ways [choking, either from eating too fast or misformed teeth, the flavor being too much for him, the food being spoiled/not food at all, overeating, etc etc] there are SOO many downsides of him leaving the computer but also SOOO many perks

[og post]

[thatgremlinkid]

Shipping your favs together is so funny because what do you mean I’ve been thinking about Diggers and Click going on scenic road trips in Diggers van and they occasionally stop so Click can take pictures of the wildlife and greenery just because I lobe them like what is wrong with me

[jkschanel]

if the lord don't forgive me (i'd still have my baby)

Congratulations [Alexis Ness]! You are now a user of the I-Should’ve-Been-His-Mother system! . Alexis Ness wakes up in 2011, finds Michael Kaiser, and decides to change everything. Or maybe nothing.

first chapter out now!

read here: ao3

[n3cr0bunbunz]

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ㅡlong intro I guessㅡ

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⌗ hii so basically I'm Nico 。

I use uhh he / him / it prns I guess ???

I don't really care lol 。also eng is

not my first language 。🍖

my discord user is

itsmebunbunz#6188 。

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⌗ I draw and make animations

sometimes 。。I'm really REALLY

cringe so, yeah。tell me to kms

I might like it 。anyway , u can tell

me if u want me to draw some randm

shit, I'll do it maybe lol。

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fandoms im in??? just because XDXD

I'm in the tcc (I'm trying to not be that weird)。I like Zero Day a lot , CoF , and that depressed edgy teenager stuff 。so yeah that's all I guess 。byeee 。 🍖

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[robintherobiner]

about to go be Robin and fight crime (leaving my house for the first time in a week)

[cult-of-the-eye]

MAG 90 BITCHES IT'S A TREAT DAY

ELIAS?? TIM????

HAHA YES TIM BE A BITCH TO ELIAS YESSSSSS

good for him take that unauthorised leave

oh god...that's what they mean by they can't leave...they get sick and i guess might die

the way elias knew that and made tim admit it and made him dwell on the fact that he cannot leave, under the guise of concern UGH

HE DOES KNOW TIM, YOU'RE RIGHT

"lose yourself in work" OH THAT BASTARD HE'S LIKE YEAH I KNOW UR FEELING LOST WITH ALL THE SERVING A FEAR GOD, HOW ABOUT YOU FEEL BETTER BY DOING MORE TO SERVE THE FEAR GOD

oh wait yeah why did he turn the recorder on? do you think he wanted to record his conversation with elias to make sure he wasn't imagining things? to have it on tape the effects of working at the institute? hmmm

has anyone headcanoned malaysian!tim cause that would be cool as well

I KNEW IT WOULD BE FUCKUNG JARED HOPWORTH

god this statement...honestly i didn't know how they were gonna make a gym spooky but man i think they pulled it off...

diversity win!! the guy who owns the gym likes men but you only know that cause his partner had a heart attack maybe from steroids!!

they really just said what if you trained at a gym alone and then you weren't...it was actually horrific many limbed creatures made from an unholy combination of human parts...oh and that the one other person you trained with has probably become one of those body parts

the whole stuff about the body dysmorphia did get to me though like yeah i definitely get the whole let's destroy ourselves to get the body we want vibes

LET THE MAN SAY FUCK HE DESERVES IT

the way that even after everything, he's still intent on doing his job and filling in for jon as if nothing has changed, he's still worried deep down that he'll do the wrong thing and get fired, like swear on tape

i guess its his whole hating change thing and probably a way of repressing and trying to keep going

he's good at smoothing things over and by god is he going to do that to this

"i know we're not meant to speculate" YOU'RE TELLING ME ALL JON DID WASN'T PART OF HIS JOB?? HILARIOUS. OH MY GOD

although i guess its scary that martin is speculating and falling into the Archivist like habits when he's recording the statements

its interesting to see that melanie is helping overall though, she is actually doing her job

[zyannil]

The Double D memes

"I don’t apologize for being late, with your schedule I don’t have time to shit or eat"⬆️

"Sir, no one forces you to do everything voluntarily"⬆️

"Tolerable morning colleagues I wish you a tolerable day" ⬆️

And yes guys the path of the villain Drix is still relevant but unfortunately he has become not as interesting to “us” as the fanchild

[yourfavoritetheripist]

Unwritten <3

This is a snippet of a fic I may want to write for JJ but idk. Right now it's sounding like it's for John B. if i'm being honest. All and any feedback is greatly appreciated <3

P.S : it's not proof read so please forgive any typos or anything that doesn't really flow right. it's also based around season 1 episode 8!

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"Be careful," you absently repeat down to Kie, closing one eye to focus on your aim. You're perched high on a sturdy tree branch with a bag of grapes, attempting to successfully throw one into Pope's mouth, but failing almost every time. Your actual job is to watch Kie pulley herself up and down, confirming the sturdiness of the bucket that would soon be used to finally get the gold out of the abandoned well, but people get sidetracked, you know.

The wind rustles the leaves around you, and you take a moment to enjoy the cool shade provided by the sprawling tree. The sun casts dappled light on the ground below, where Kie grunts with effort, testing the makeshift pulley system.

“How’s it feeling?” Pope asks, sitting on the truck’s tailgate and cursing when you miss again. He swats at a fly buzzing around his head, looking a mix of amused and exasperated.

“Feels alright,” Kie comments, pulling herself down, her voice strained but steady. She wipes sweat from her forehead, smearing a bit of dirt in the process. Her determination is palpable, a reminder of why she’s the one down there, ensuring everything is safe.

Your concentration is broken when you hear JJ's voice. “John B pullin’ a Houdini?” He’s lounging in the hot tub, nursing a beer, one foot lazily dangling in the bubbling water. His relaxed demeanor contrasts sharply with the tense energy surrounding the rest of you.

You look over, arching an eyebrow at JJ. "Yeah, where is he?" Pope asks, a note of concern creeping into his voice. "I’ve got my scholarship interview tomorrow—YEAHH!!!”

You hop out of the tree, landing softly on the ground. Both you and Pope throw your arms in the air, celebrating his finally catching a grape. Laughter erupts, breaking the tension momentarily. Pope's face lights up with a grin, and he gives you a playful shove. "Took you long enough!"

"Hey, I was just warming up," you reply with a smirk, retrieving another grape from the bag.

Kie releases herself down to the ground level, breathing heavily but smiling at the impromptu celebration. "Nice catch, Pope. Now if only we could get that bucket as smoothly."

The mention of the bucket brings you back to the task at hand. You glance over at the bucket, the pulley system looking somewhat precarious but promising. "Think it'll hold?" you ask Kie, nodding toward the setup.

She nods confidently, dusting off her hands. "Yeah, it's solid. We just need to make sure everything's secure before we start hauling up the gold."

JJ takes a long sip of his beer, then gestures with the bottle. "John B’s probably off plotting something. You know how he is."

You nod, a mix of worry and trust swirling in your gut. John B. always has a plan, but his disappearing acts are nerve-wracking. "He'll show up. He always does."

Pope hops off the tailgate, stretching his arms. "Well, let's finish this up. I want to be ready for tomorrow. And if we get that gold, maybe I won't even need the scholarship."

Kie chuckles, giving him a playful nudge. "One step at a time, Pope. Let's get that treasure first."

The camaraderie among you all feels like a buoy in the sea of uncertainty. As you work together to secure the pulley system, the laughter and teasing continue, a testament to the strength of your bond. Despite the looming challenges, moments like these remind you why you’re in this together—friends facing the unknown, side by side.

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden hue over everything, you all gather around the tree. Kie double-checks the ropes, Pope steadies the bucket, and you and JJ prepare to hoist. Just as you’re about to start, you hear frantic footsteps and look up to see John B., an unreadable expression on his face.

“Speak of the devil,” JJ calls sarcastically to John B. “Dude, I set up the entire winch to pull up the gold and everything,” he lies.

Pope's face is crowded with mock offense. “No, he did not. I did that.”

Ignoring everyone, John B. rushes into the chateau, his eyes wild with urgency.

You, Pope, and Kie follow his direction to the porch of the chateau.

“Hey,” Pope calls after him.

“Okay, that's it?” JJ asks, wondering what the hell is going on.

“What's that all about?” you ask JJ.

“I was gonna ask you the same question,” he says, getting out of the hot tub to follow into the chateau.

“John B.?” you call out, following him into the small house, worry knotting in your stomach. He doesn’t answer; instead, he starts tearing through cabinets and drawers, his movements frantic and desperate.

Pope walks up behind him. “You alright, man? What's up?”

“Where have you been?” Kie demands, her voice tinged with frustration and concern. John B. ignores her, moving to the pull-out couch and checking under the mattress. You share a confused glance with Pope and JJ.

“What are you looking for?” You genuinely don't understand why he came back so frustrated, but more importantly, why he won't talk to anyone.

“Bro, what's going on?” JJ asks again.

He finally finds what he’s looking for: the gun JJ stole a while back. JJ steps toward him, “John B., what do you need the gun for?” Trying to grab his arm, JJ exclaims, “Talk to us!” but John B. shoves him away onto the pull-out couch, determination etched on his face.

“John B., chill!” Kie yells from the table.

“What are you doing?!” you ask as Pope gets in front of him in an attempt to stop him.

“What, are you JJ now?” Pope tries to intervene, but he gets the same reaction. John B. is beyond reasoning, his mind set on his next move. He's on a stride outside, and you don't know what to do. You know how to deal with JJ when he gets like this, but John B.? He never acts like this. Normally Sarah is here to ground him, but no one knows where she is, so you're all stuck just yelling and questioning.

You go to check up on Pope while Kie rushes outside. “Are you okay?” you ask Pope. He nods, and you see JJ getting up from the couch.

You hear Kie yell, “John B., what the hell are you doing?!”

You all follow outside where you see John B. walking onto the lawn of the chateau. “Ward knows about the gold,” he says, his voice hard and resolute. He climbs onto JJ’s dirt bike, yelling back as he revs the engine, “He killed my dad!” With that, he speeds away, leaving you all stunned.

You try to chase after him, but no one can keep up with the dirt bike’s speed. The realization of what he said sinks in, leaving a heavy silence among you.

“We need to find him,” Kie says urgently, her eyes scanning the direction he went. “He’s not thinking straight.”

The others take the HMS Pogue to go look for him while you decide to stay at the chateau, hoping John B. will return. The night is filled with anxiety and worry as you wait, as you think about the reality of Ward killing someone. You knew he was borderline crazy, but killing someone? You can’t imagine what John B.’s going to do with the gun, but you don’t think it’s anything good.

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As the hours pass, you sit on the porch, restless and on edge. You groan, desperately trying to find something to calm your nerves, but to no avail. Why wasn’t he back yet? You check your phone again. His lack of communication wasn’t surprising, but that didn't stop you from worrying and assuming the worst. As the night wears on, the fear gnaws at you. You've never seen him like this before, so consumed by rage and grief. You replay the events of today in your head, trying to figure out where he’d be going. It ultimately came to you like a freight train that he went to the Camerons' to get back at Ward.

Knowing this information, you shoot up off the porch and make your way into the chateau to grab your keys. Just as you run back outside, you see John B. sitting on the bike with no sign of a fight or injury; however, he looks exhausted and haunted.

You rush forward to meet him, concern etched on your face. "John B., are you okay?" you ask, your voice laced with worry. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his eyes reflecting his inner turmoil.

Although he didn't answer your question, you led him into the house, staying close so he wouldn't leave again. You make a mental note to text everyone that he was back, but in the meantime, you go to the kitchen and get the ingredients for what you call "calm down crazy" tea. You’d mainly only make this tea for when JJ was being crazy, hence the name. It was a mix of sleepytime tea, honey, and edible glitter (Sarah’s addition).

Out of the corner of your eye, you see John B. walking to his father’s office, and even though you’re suspicious, you let him go, knowing he needs his time to grieve.

While boiling the water for the tea, you hear sniffling coming from the office. Loss is a hard thing overall. You can't imagine what he would be going through, knowing that no matter what anyone told him, he held out hope that his father was still alive. Now, with the harsh reality that he isn't? It's one cruel reality to be living. 

You had just put the tea packet in the cup when you hear the back door open. Thinking that he had left again, you panicly rush to the open door only to find John making a float for his father. Deciding to leave him alone for a bit, you go back to finishing up the tea. With two cups of calm down crazy tea, you walk down to the dock. The moonlight reflects off the water, creating a serene, almost sacred atmosphere.

“I must be really bad if you had to make me calm down crazy tea,” John B. suggested, still looking at the water watching the float slowly drift down the marsh.

“Ha,” you humorously laugh, “you were acting a little bit out of character.”

He lays down on one of the old, discolored life vests. “I think I wanna sleep out here,” he mutters.

“Okay,” you say, setting down the mugs next to him, “we’re not sleeping on the floor though,” you say, scrunching your nose.

“We?” he asks, turning over to face you.

You put your hand on your hip. “Gotta make sure you don't bail again, ya know,” you said as if it was obvious.

You go to grab the halfway blown-up air mattress from the back porch. You think it might be a better idea to get the manual air pump instead of the automatic so you don't wake up half of the island. You end up making a tiny camp on the dock with the oversized air mattress. You decide to sleep across from him to still give him space but to also make sure - like you said - he doesn't bail. On the mattress, you had mountains of blankets, pillows, and your stuffed turtle, of course. You think back to the stories and good memories the tiny sea creature held.

Back when you had just moved to the Outer Banks, you didn't have very many friends. Not really fitting into any specific group. Your parents would worry about you being so introverted around the other kids and would try to set up playdates but nothing seemed to work. That was until a little girl with a pretty orange dress and tousled hair came up to you on the beach and asked if you wanted to play sea. Nothing specific about the sea like the usual mermaids and sea witch, just sea. You were a little weirded out by the request of just sea but you said yes. She led you to where her little spot on the beach was with her towel and stuffed animals.

“My name's Kiara,” the little girl said, gesturing you to sit on her dolphin towel, “what's yours?”

You didn't answer her at first, looking at all her toys. Each one was a different sea creature. Her asking to play just sea was starting to make sense now.

“You’re quiet,” the girl started picking up a dolphin.

You looked up from all her toys not wanting to seem rude. “Sorry,” you mumbled, “my name’s Y/N,” you said, picking up a jellyfish.

She pointed to the jellyfish, “my friend John B says that you can get stung by jellyfish in the marsh. It happened to his dad last week.” You immediately dropped the stuffed animal not liking the sound of getting stung by anything.

Every time you’d pick up a different animal, she’d tell you some crazy fact about it, making you choose a different one.

You eventually settled for a green-shelled turtle.

“I don't know much about turtles except for the song,” she said, still holding her dolphin. “When I get home, I’ll learn a whole lot about 'em’ so I can tell you!” (the song she’s referring to is the Tiny Tim Turtle nursery rhyme).

“Turtles don't have teeth,” you started, “and their shells are made of over 50 bones!” you said, pointing to the shell “they also are as old as dinosaurs,” you continue enthusiastically.

“Wow,” Kiara said, “you sure know a lot about turtles!”

“Yeah,” you blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. “I watched National Geographic on the whole plane ride here.”

You both got busy talking about sea animals and cool facts you learned about them. She was really nice, and you seemed to come out of your own turtle shell (the pun felt necessary) and started talking more and more.

“Kiara, time to go,” you heard a voice call from the boardwalk dock.

“That’s my mom,” she said, standing up. “Here, you can keep this,” she handed you her turtle, “I don't really play with him all that much.”

Without giving you time to reply, she said, “see you soon, Y/N!” and went to meet her parents on the dock, leaving you with a tiny turtle and a brand new friend.

Later, when you met the rest of the Pogues and became the Pogues, JJ named your turtle the official mascot to which everyone agreed, and that's how Tiny Tim came to be.

You're pulled out of the fond memory by hearing snoring. You look over your toes to see John B. Sleeping. Looking at your phone, you see that it's 12:56 am. You remember to text the group chat that he’s back and turn over to try and get some sleep; however, you’re up for a while, thinking about everything you talked about and where to go from here. Eventually, you fall asleep, exhaustion finally taking over.

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You wake up to the bright sun in your eyes, apparently attempting to blind you. Trying to snuggle back under the covers of your blanket, you notice a weight stopping you. You look up over your toes to find everyone outside, comforting John B. and saying something about how Ward got all the gold already, with JJ sitting next to you on the oversized air mattress, sitting on your blanket might I add, preventing you from properly hiding from the sun.

You groan, trying to pull up your blanket again, but you’re met with the same resistance. Everyone soon notices you’re awake by your whining and seeing the blanket being relentlessly tugged towards your head. "Rise and shine," you hear Kie say, and you give up hiding and poke your head out from its hidden spot. You're wrapped in your blankets like a burrito, and part of it is close to your face like a scarf. Honestly, it looks like you’re a child in a sleeping bag. Pouting about having to wake up, you see Pope come running down the dock, his shirt soaked with sweat, wheezing and out of breath.

“I ran all the way here,” he explains, dismissing JJ’s question about his interview. “My dad talked to me about Ward going off somewhere—” and he needed a bigger plane because something weighed it down.” he rambles about his dad and the plane, but then he adds, “and he needed a bigger plane because something weighed it down,” something you all notice.

The realization dawns on all of you at the same time. Ward has the gold on the plane. “This is our last chance to take back what’s ours,” Pope reminds everyone. “The airship leaves tonight.”

JJ asks John B. what he wants to do. Still groggy and half-asleep, you mutter from your sleeping bag - burrito, “We're gonna steal that shit back.” Everyone laughs at not only your comment but how you look saying it while still pouting.

John B. stands up, looking out at the water, determination in his eyes.

“Up we go,” JJ helps you up from your blanket prison, and you make sure to keep one blanket and grab Tim (turtle) and follow Kie, and Pope to the Twinkie, ready for the adventure ahead.

[kafus]

i can already read hiragana but i never learned to write it properly, so i’m dedicating some time daily to learning to write now

my handwriting is terrible in english already so i don’t have high hopes for my japanese handwriting but that’s okay LOL 😭

あ and お feel so similar to write, it’s really tripping me up LOL i feel like i need to write あ a lot more until it feels natural and i stop writing お on accident

[thereisacentipedeinmystudy]

Good evening, Campers!!!

yet again - the moon is full, and im having fun with it.

sky pictures from tonight, because i couldn't find my way out before sundown . featuring my cat, who looks huge from this angle

// sky cw. as always

[skiddlecat]

RAAHHH EXPLOSION!!! 💥💥💥 the hyperfixations ran into each other train style and this happened. these kids are about to experience so much trauma <3

(reblogs better than likes!! also ramble about premise + people i'm working on this with under the cut)

worked on this with @snickeringdragon and @cheeseeits after finishing inscryption and suddenly realizing that i was emotionally devastated and needed to put a bandaid on it asap. the squad (niko + trio + twm) gets brought over to inscryption and attempts to save the world!... it does not go as planned :)

we don't really know why they're there initially but what we DO know is that they go through at least one run where everything plays as usual. p03 takes over, great transcendence is thwarted, grimora commits bullshittery, etc etc. how they stop these four messes from self-destructing? who knows! i don't! snick and cheese don't either! we're still sorting that out!

some brief notes also. the trio and twm don't replace the scrybes, they travel alongside niko in act 2 with altered appearances to fit the themes of each of them. in act 1, the trio is turned into talking cards and twm mirrors niko's appearance exactly, acting like a ghost-like entity only niko and their siblings can see! most of the time. anyway that's enough rambling from me. if this flops i'm gonna explode

[worm-of-sorts]

The great vowel shift is so funny to me

Like. What do you MEAN all our vowels got up and played musical chairs for no apparent reason??

They just??? Did that???? And linguists are like ‘I dunno man they just decided to shake it up i guess lol’

And now we’re stuck with a horrific writing system cause our long and short vowels aren’t all that important anymore but we still kept the old spelling

You can’t tell me that’s not hilarious, this is peak comedy for me

[tuuuuuuuua]

this is ala i got........this is al li got.........

i also got a bindre today!! (i amNOT using that shir responsibly (fucked up lungse n fukced up ribs)