#YAYYY okay so

[dannybobany]

Well! I’m not going to lie I really wasn’t expecting this, I was actually very surprised when I saw what won, but as promised!

As fun as this is I did put it off for awhile since well. It’s not really scenery is it? But I get the curiosity, it’s my fault for presenting such an ominous and intriguing option-

This … entity is kind vague in Marzenie, loosely speaking it’s Omori, or at least what Basil thinks Omori is- from his perspective it seems like Sunny is being controlled by some horrible parasite- which we as outside viewers know from seeing Sunnys perspective first, is kind of just Omori-

This view of things manifests into Basil’s mind as this thing, a deity of darkness that’s completely overtaken the sun’s light, hiding it away in its own shadow

This whole scenario with the Parasite/Omori is interesting to me because it paints a very telling picture of Sunny and Basil’s respective viewpoints of what happened

For Sunny, the dissociation he experiences is a good thing, HE is the evil half of himself and Omori is better by being simply not him, but in a more objective sense Omori embodies everything that caused the accident in the first place, Sunny’s shame, self hatred and apathy

For Basil, Sunny changed in a way that did not make sense, leading up to the accident the way he was acting was uncharacteristic, and at a much later point Basil fell into the delusion that this must not have been Sunny at all, because he can’t live with the idea that a person he cares about so dearly could’ve ever behaved that way, He cannot accept Sunny’s worst moments as even a part of him, and thus Omori must not be part of him, must be something else, must be a parasite latched to his mind and making him be this way

I’m sorry if my speech is confusing or absurd/ref— anyway, my head is wholly in another dimension as I’m writing this like my head is TOO clear right now so I’m afraid I’m not thinking about this as hard as I should be or the way I’m writing it is werid sounding but that’s the gist of this guy I guess- I plan on drawing the city in the statue next since it was tied for second place and is probably the more complex of the two runner ups

I feel like drawing scenery

Some of these names are permanent and others aren’t, questions about these locations are welcome if you aren’t sure!

[bugsandboos]

reading everyone’s thoughts on the london special and marinette’s actions have given me a serious case of deja vu in relation to the s5 finale, here’s why

a very very VERY common reaction from the fandom i saw to the finale was “why are the writers letting gabriel get away with being a hero why isn’t he being held accountable horrible finale horrible writing i hate this show etc etc etc”

before i share my thoughts on this for like the thousandth time i just wanna mention i DID cry during the finale, partly because i was in shock and also because i HATED it. but now i genuinely believe it was one of if not the smartest thing the ml writers have ever conjured up and i just. fucking love it. (point is: i understand disliking it. that was me at some point, until i began to consider the implications of the “ending”)

similarly, a reaction i’ve seen to the london special (mainly from ml salters) is “why would the writers let marinette lie to the world when it’s so clearly morally wrong she’s such a horrible person she needs to be held accountable blah blah blah”

something both the s5 finale and the london special share is that THE ACTIONS THAT TAKE PLACE IN BOTH. ARE NOT MEANT. TO SIT WELL WITH THE AUDIENCE

NO writer on ml is trying to convince a fan that “gabriel was actually a hero because he made one selfless decision (that wasn’t even that selfless?????)”. NO writer on ml is trying to convince a fan that “marinette is completely right for hiding the truth about gabriel from not only adrien but also the whole world!!!!!! no one should ever find out!!!”

the entire point of the finale and special is to make the viewer uncomfortable, as we watch marinette sit with her questionable choices, watch adrien refer to his father as a hero and watch their class throw a party. none of this is supposed to make us feel at peace with the way this arc has concluded.

what people seem to be missing is that even if the s1-s5 arc has ended, the s6 arc is just beginning, CENTERED AROUND THE CHOICES THAT HAVE MADE US AS THE AUDIENCE FEEL SO UNCOMFORTABLE!! you’re completely ignoring the way the plot is set up if you think the writers are going to neglect gabriel’s storyline, because it is far from over.

i think it’s also important to mention that neither marinette nor adrien are at peace with what’s happened (even if that was implied during the s5 finale—the london special has provided us with this new information on their emotional statuses). marinette is clearly being eaten alive by guilt, seeking confirmation throughout the entire special that protecting adrien from the truth was the morally correct decision. adrien was obviously affected by his father’s death (contrasting the idea that he just “threw a party” without any emotional backlash), and will undoubtedly learn to grapple with his conflicting feelings on gabriel’s character throughout s6 (he sacrificed himself??? but he abused me??? but he saved ladybug and nathalie????? but he apparently assisted monarch?????)

POINT IS

no one is meant to be satisfied with the way things are in the miraculous universe at the moment. you aren’t supposed to want the truth about what really went down during recreation to stay hidden. if you feel uncomfortable with the current situation our main characters are in, GOOD! please stop the discrediting the writers, because your discomfort means they have done their job well.

[myfriendthedictionary]

hsr text posts that came to me in a dream (pt. 2)

more: part 1

[acheronist]

i'm tattooing a reschedule again today from october (!!) but she asked if she could get some extra flash while we're in the shop today and she just wants black linework and i'm literally going to kiss her for being a gift from the universe to meeeeeeeee

[pteropis]

I think that you're worth keeping around /

I think that you're worth holding onto

(More + doodles under the cut)

[hotteststar]

The Lake - Rosekiller Microfic

“I think of you like I think of the lake.” Barty had whispered softly, like it was a huge secret that was about to be released into the world and destroyed by people. “What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?” Evan had asked, letting out a new puff of smoke that had engulfed them both. Barty had raised the cigarette to his mouth before answering, his gaze fixed on the black lake outiside the dorm room window.

It means that I love you, that’s what it means. And Barty wanted to say it, really wanted to explain to Evan that when the sun’s rays hit the water and the light plays with the shadows, the surface of the lake fades to the color of his eyes; and he wanted to tell him that the lake looks dark and dangerous to everyone who watches it from afar, like him, but no one has ever actually drowned in it, because if you really try, you find that the lake has nothing to fear, just like him; and he also wants to tell him that he, Barty, has noticed how calm and peaceful Evan seems every time they sit together in the shade of a tree on the shore of the lake, and he knows that the lake makes him happy, because he knows everything about him, because he watches him, because he understands him. Barty would like to tell Evan all this, he would really like to, but he doesn't.

Instead, he spits out smoke and turns to him: "I don't know mam, maybe I'm crazy, or just high."

"Uh, without maybe." the other replied, rolling his eyes, and Barty felt like he was dying inside, but he still didn't say anything.

He thinks about it now, Barty, as he cries and sobs, disguised by a spell from his father, with the house-elf Winky watching and guarding him, who escorted him here, to the graveyard.

Barty thinks about it now, about that night, as he lies on Evan's grave and can't get up, and he thinks that he should have spoken when Evan could still hear.

[sayakashairclips]

NEW ART FINALLY YAYYY HERE’S A RANDOM SAYAKA CONCEPT I DID

to quickly explain my thought process behind this concept based off of the sayaka we see in the wnk trailers i was basically like “what if she was like an ice cream and her bandages are the cooler and when you take them off she starts melting” anddd boom!! (and also bc i wanted to make cheesy “i like my sayaka drippy” jokes)

PLEASE NOTE i did the drawing/lineart myself but my friend was the one who did the coloring + rendering so SHOUTOUT TO THEM!!! THEY DON’T HAVE TUMBLR BUT THEY MADE HER LOOK A LOT COOLER （≧∇≦）

[moonshynecybin]

i need to write more divorce era rosquez porn. just two people attempting to have hate sex but because of marc’s busted arm and vale’s creaky old man knees and their general clownish demeanors they’re really mostly just kind of bad at it

[luxiowins]

[its-leethee]

just wanted to take a moment and appreciate how deliberately tdp's introduction of the game motif in the opening episodes of season 1 foreshadows the story of arc 2, the mystery of aaravos:

1x01, 1x02, 1x03

not just any kind of games are mentioned; it's specifically types of games that involve discovering hidden secrets and solving puzzles

[luckycharms1701]

a wild masterpost appears

it's me! lucky. hello. 🍀

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Okay, so I don't usually post my fics directly on tumblr (usually just on ao3 with a link on here) but ao3 is down atm and I finished the dbd x mphfpc fic!

Tagging @fellow-fandom-fruitifier bc he asked :)

Um...I'll add what would be tags here:

Fandoms: Dead Boy Detectives (TV), Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Books)

Not really any necessary content warnings. Just a nice little case without anything dangerous, for once.

Word Count: 2069

The Case of the Lost Boys

Summary: The Dead Boy Detectives find themselves on the island of Cairnholm, investigating the whereabouts of a wandering ghost and his unfinished business.

While London alone was teeming with ghosts with issues to solve, occasionally ghosts brought cases from farther away. Typically, these cases were much simpler than what would, 25 years later, lead them to Port Townsend.

One of these cases, back in 1998, was The Case of the Lost Boys. 

The ghost of a young woman arrived in their office one afternoon. While the case didn’t necessarily concern her directly, she had spent a lot of time with the affected ghost. A young boy, around Charles and Edwin’s age, had been wandering the island of Cairnholm for decades, the woman said. He was looking for something—someone—that just wasn’t there. The woman paid them sufficiently, and Charles and Edwin agreed to take the case.

Mirror hopping led the two detectives through the mirror inside a bathroom, which was attached to a motel room, which was above a tavern. The sheer amount of noise coming from below caused Edwin to simply walk through the wall to get outside, instead of going down the stairs and through the tavern on the ground floor. It was one of several things that freaked Charles out every time Edwin did it. To his credit, however, Edwin was trying to do it less when Charles reminded him of it. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t still forget from time to time.

Edwin walked through a second floor wall and landed on his feet on the ground outside. A few minutes later, Charles was next to him, having taken the long way around. “Mate, you can’t keep doing that! I know you’re fine, but I still forget we’re dead sometimes.”

“Right, my apologies. I’ll use the door next time. I simply didn’t care to walk through such a loud establishment.”

“Next time, we’ll take the stairs and walk through a wall on the first floor, yeah?”

“Agreed. Now, let us track down this wayward ghost, shall we?”

After a bit of walking, the two detectives found the place their client had mentioned the boy to frequent. They had to wait a while, but, sure enough, the boy wandered through the bog and up near the old, previously bombed out house on the far side of the island. Once they were sure he’d stay there for a while, Charles and Edwin followed him up, Charles holding his cricket bat out in front of him.

“Excuse me,” called Edwin, “but we were called because we were told you might need help.”

The boy turned around. He’d been tearing through pieces of the house, searching. “My sister. She was here.”

“When it was bombed during the war?” asked Charles. He hadn’t quite gotten around to explaining the second world war to Edwin, but Charles knew London and other parts of the region had taken a lot of damage. He’d paid some attention during his history classes.

“Yes, but it always reset before anyone got hurt.”

“What do you mean, reset?”

“The bird reset it to the night before the house was destroyed. We would watch the show each night before bed. Then I went out one night, and I died. I can’t get back in. I haven’t seen her in years!” The boy punched a wall, causing chunks of it to fall out. Charles pulled Edwin backwards, out of the house entirely.

“I think he’s lost his mind,” said Charles, once he and Edwin were alone again. The two of them were poring over Edwin’s notes.

“It seems he’s lost his sister, and, though the house was bombed with her in it, he believes she’s alive.”

“He mentioned it all being reset. Sounds like a time loop, doesn’t it?”

“That it does, Charles, but we cannot see it, and therefore we cannot break it.”

“Is that even the problem, though? If he just sees his sister, he’ll move on.”

“That would be quite easy, Charles, if only we knew where the sister was.”

They didn’t even know the ghost’s name, and now they needed to find his sister, too? This wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be.

Charles and Edwin returned to the island the next day, after spending the night in the office reading up on time loops and delirium in ghosts. This time, they used the stairs to exit the tavern, and by the time they reached the old house it was midday. Despite the sun being high in the sky they still couldn’t see very well in the old charred house. Charles pulled two flashlights from his backpack and the search continued.

Eventually, Charles found a hole in the floor. “Edwin, come look at this!”

The boy in question followed Charles’s voice until they were both looking down into the hole. Edwin went down into the hole while Charles stood lookout, just in case the ghost boy made another appearance.

Inside the hole in the ground, Edwin found a trunk of old photos, featuring children doing largely impossible or supernaturally odd things. As he sifted through them, a second light appeared above his head. It was a soft glow, like a fireplace, and Edwin looked up right as Charles called, “Edwin?”

A girl stood next to Charles, holding a ball of flames above the hole to see into it better. Edwin heard her voice echo as she asked Charles, “What are you doing here? Who are you?”

“Stay back,” warned Charles, pointing his cricket bat at her.

“What. Are you doing. In our house?” asked the girl, punctuating each set of words with a few steps forward. Behind her, Charles soon noticed, were a smaller girl, likely about seven years old, and a boy the older girl’s age that gave off a faint buzzing sound if it was quiet.

“We were just leaving, actually.” Charles took a step back.

“Good,” said the girl.

“Emma,” said the younger girl, “we should go before we’re late for lunch.”

Emma grimaced, turning around towards the two that were with her. “I suppose so. The bird will be angry if we’re late.” She cast one last warning glare over her shoulder at Charles, and then the three of them were gone.

Edwin climbed back out of the hole, with help from a rope Charles had in his backpack, and reported his findings to Charles. “It appears to be a group of syndrigasti: a variant of human with an extra soul. These extra souls give them special abilities, such as the boy’s ability to do so much damage around this place, and the girl’s fire.”

“So, his sister must be one too?”

“Not necessarily. It’s a relatively rare condition, however, it is especially likely in this case. If he cannot find her, and neither can we, she’s likely in a time loop for the living. Only syndrigasti can enter, and we are not that.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad then, does it? He can go in himself and find her.”

“Not if he died in a certain way. If the creature that killed him consumed his extra soul, then he can no longer enter the time loop, as he said before. We will need to get the sister to leave the loop temporarily.”

“How do we do that?”

“I do not know. I suppose if we can find another occupant of the time loop, we may be able to get a message across. For that, however, we’ll need more information from the boy.”

“What about that girl, Emma? She had abilities, didn’t she?”

“We don’t know for sure that she lives there, though it is likely. Unfortunately, they’ve gone, and we still do not know how to enter the time loop.”

Later in the day, the detectives found the boy in the same place as the day before. Charles stood by with his bat while Edwin questioned the wayward ghost. They learned that the boy’s name was Victor, his sister’s name was Bronwyn, and that he had, in fact, died in the way Edwin had suspected. 

The one good thing about all this was that he remembered how to enter the time loop. Charles suggested writing on the cave’s wall and hoping they’d see it when one of them left again. Edwin, however, thought it might frighten the children if they saw a note reading “Bronwyn, your brother is looking for you”, considering Victor had been dead for decades.

Instead, Edwin wrote out a neat note and attached it to the wall of the cave:

Bronwyn Bruntley,

I am from the Dead Boy Detective Agency. We were called in about your brother. His ghost is still on the island in the present day. Until he has closure, he will not move on to his afterlife. Victor’s unfinished business is seeing his sister again. Once you receive this, it would help both of us if you could leave the time loop temporarily to reunite with your brother.

Sincerely,

Edwin Payne

Edwin and Charles stayed on the island late into the evening, watching the mouth of the cave for someone to take Edwin’s note. Eventually, the note seemingly disappeared on its own. It moved like it was being removed from the wall by a hand, but there was no hand. It floated through the cave and disappeared through the other end.

Less than an hour later, two girls and a floating hat emerged from the mouth of the cave, each of them able to see Edwin and Charles (or so they assumed). One of the girls, the one that wore trousers and a shirt, asked, “Are you Edwin Payne?” She held the note in her hands.

“I am Edwin Payne. You must be Bronwyn.”

“I am. You found my brother?”

“We did.”

Victor, who had been all but dragged over near the bog by Charles earlier, stepped closer to the girls.

“Wyn?”

“Victor!”

The two siblings embraced so tightly that anyone else might have bruised a rib from it. Edwin and Charles gave them a bit of space for their little reunion, until, eventually, Edwin had to burst their bubble.

“I do not mean to bring down the room, but since your unfinished business has now been finished, Death will be coming to collect you shortly. Therefore, Charles and I must be going, now.” Edwin turned on his heel and began to walk away, Charles shortly behind him. 

Then, the other girl, Emma, called out, “Wait!” and Edwin stopped. He turned back around to look at her.

“Yes?”

“I don’t know if you work with the living at all, but I’ve been looking for a certain boy since the last war. If I give you a name, can you send the results to our post box in town?”

Edwin’s expression softened slightly, and he pulled out his notebook and pen. “Of course. What is the name?”

“Abraham Portman.”

This second, smaller case did not require that the Dead Boy Detectives remain on Cairnholm. The two of them did, however, have to use their disguises that would allow them to appear living. They searched computers and phone directories until they found the man Emma had been looking for.

The two ghosts finally found Abraham’s house in Florida, in the United States. Mirror hopping there was easy. The difficult part was deciding how to explain it to Emma. Abraham was married by then. He had a wife, two children, and his son even had a son of his own. So much time had passed since Emma was this young. Edwin understood far better than he’d have liked to.

Edwin ultimately wrote Emma, sending the letter to the postbox she gave the address to. Charles looked it over for sensitivity purposes, and then off it went. A week later, Edwin received a letter in return, thanking both he and Charles for putting in the effort to help her, even though she didn’t get the answer she wanted. Attached were a few paper bills as payment.

Although Edwin continued to be baffled as to how she was returning his letters, he continued sending them. As it turned out, despite having so many other children living with you, the novelty of a ‘pen pal’, as she called it, was slow to wear off. 

Letters were sent back and forth between Cairnholm and London regularly for a solid twelve years, and then, suddenly, they stopped. Edwin, unsurprisingly, began to worry. That is, until he received a letter from Florida, instead of Cairnholm.

Emma, it seemed, was doing just fine.

[justanechoflower]

“You wear the chain he gives you just as eager as everyone else.

I don’t get it.

Can’t you feel the collar around your neck?”

[astrangeghost]

Here they are, my dating sim girls <3! For the hypothetical lesbian dating sim. None of them have concrete names just yet so if you've got any suggestions let me know ^_^/

[thecoolerliauditore]

I've seen alot of takes from both toxic fh truthers and fh shippers that Scott will never ever get over Jimmy and will obsess over him until he dies forever which. I don't fault anyone for asserting considering that fucker has two jokes and one of them is lolol remember fh But. I think there's something to be said about how Scott has shown time and time again he really is not in love with any personal qualities Jimmy possesses (quite the opposite actually, he seems to find Jimmy obnoxious more often than not during third life including when Jimmy is not really even doing anything) but is rather entranced with the romantic fantasy that Jimmy brings.

Jimmy is, after all, young and pretty and in love and someone he feels relies on him and lets him feel useful so it's not hard to assign him as husband and leave it at that. I don't think Scott is quite in love with Jimmy tbh but I do think he's very much in love with his husband (jimmy). If that makes sense.

With that in mind, I think it's then fascinating when you look at the universes where FH assumably never existed or where he is able to find a replacement for his romantic fantasy relationship. Witchcraft Scott has Milo and Rat Scott has his weird platonic(????) thing with Owen and Pirate Scott focused on his brother instead, Scott tends to actually move on pretty well and adjust to being more. Chill.

Now then if I said last life Scott almost got to this point with his thing with GGG and Pearl specifically challenging his worldview. And then he fucked it all up. Then

[hotteststar]

okay lemme just get serious for a moment here bc i cant seem to get this straight

do you all realize how easy it would actually be to fix the world? literally, everything that is going wrong today would be so easy to stop, and yet.

"It's not that simple, not everyone thinks the same way..." rights. I'm talking bout rights. You know how everyone understands that murder is a bad thing? It's because they've always been taught that. It can be used as a means of propaganda (it's happening rn i mean), but the moment the values instilled are equality and respect, it's not anymore because no one benefits from it, so... why ain't we doing that?

"But wars.." Stop creating weapons. Enough. I don't care about technological progress. Stop building piece by piece the knife that humanity is sticking into its chest. "And the people who go hunting..?" oh no, your hobby of killing innocent, healthy and harmless animals for fun is now prohibited! What a shame! Really guys, I couldn't care less.

"But God said..." No. Believe what you want but keep it to yourself, no one is forced to do anything just because it is written in a book called holy by people indoctrinated to believe it.

"But it takes time to change everyone's habits, ways of living, traditions..." time? We don't have that. In case you haven't noticed, the planet we live on is dying. If you want to waste more time making excuses, go ahead, it won't wait for you to be ready, will it?

There are two solutions: we wake up and change this society, or we become extinct.

You choose, I'm fine with both, and so is the planet.