#an ugly puppet can actually be so personal.

[lemurblog]

also clover's legacy enduring enough to have her own puppet with zero explanation in a stage show for casual normies like things are really looking up. this is incredible. CLOVER STANS WE WON. SHE GETS HER OWN UGLY PUPPET! JUST LIKE ALL HER FRIENDS AND ALL THE MAJOR FILM CHARACTERS DO!

[quartz-oc]

》 Cynthia ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩

"Man, that girl is creepy!"

"Yeah and she looks and moves weird too.. Almost like some puppet."

"She's a little too pretty to be a puppet. More like.. Some doll.."

"Do you think she has ball joints like a doll?"

"No idea.."

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Name: Cynthia (Real name: ████████)

Age: 16

Birthday: February 29

Class: 1-A

Club: Sewing and Stitching Club

Height: 174 cm (5'8)

Hobby: Sewing

Homeland: ████

Likes: Pretty things

Dislikes: Things that ruin pretty things

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Introduction

Cynthia is an average girl. She loves frills and clothes like an average girl. She loves to dress up and do make up like an average girl. She loves to make friends and hang out like an average girl.

Except she's not.

She doesn't act like an average girl. What is that stiff movement? She doesn't even talk like an average girl. Where is her voice?! I haven't even heard her talk at all! Does she even have a voice? She stares too much. Where is the light in her eyes? She's... well.. a little creepy.

After being sent to NRC from a different world, she's been the talk of the whole school about if she's even a real person.

Did the Headmaster let in a possessed doll? Does she have a condition? Her moves are so robotic. Is she a robot?

Well, the thing is... We don't know! She doesn't say anything! She doesn't even care! Wow!

Personality

Despite her appearance, she tries her best to be kind and generous to the people she wants to be friends with. She's always giving gifts to her hands with things she finds pretty or hand-sewn clothing. Don't ask how she knows their sizes.

She also does not speak so she uses a lot of gestures and hand movements. It is unknown that she has a voice or not.

She doesn't really mind that people spread rumors about her. She kind of uses it to her advantage, making everyone run away if she doesn't like them.

She's very particular about touch. Skin to skin contact absolutely disgusts her and even initiating the touch makes her skin crawl. She only allows touch if she initiates first when she has gloves on.

She treats a lot of her friends or people she likes like delicate glass dolls; like they can break anytime under the slightest of pressure. And I don't mean figuratively. It's literally. Her hugs and small tugs on the sleeve are very gentle and light.

Cynthia also dislikes showing skin so she dresses modestly but fashionably. Because of this, people believe she's hiding her "doll joints" under pretty clothes.

She really adores cute and pretty things. Frilly dresses, cute cat charms, pretty hairstyles, people she likes, small animals, and etc. If anything of those are ruined, she gets scary.

People who ruin pretty things are ugly and should just d̷i̷e̷. That's what she believes. It's honestly such a harsh statement but that's how she thinks. Although, don't worry, she's not that sensitive. Her being that mad only happens to a few people and she understands certain situations.

When she's really mad, she can act very impulsive and her actions get a little creepy at times. Like if you bullied someone she liked, she would follow you home. Oh? You have a stray cat that you take care of when you're on your way to school but you're an actual shitty person? That cat isn't there anymore.

(Don't worry. She gave it to someone who can take care of it. She's not that evil 😭😭 Her goal is to only scare you.)

She doesn't really think of consequences when she's feeling something intense which can lead her into horrible situations.

Small Trivia

• Cynthia hates P.E. because she has to get all sweaty and touch people

• Her favorite color is pink despite herself wearing mainly blue

• Many of the first years had to get used to her staring problem because sometimes she's not seen blinking

• Crowley knows she's from a different world but she won't say which because she literally can't

• She sews Grim so many outfits and he thinks he looks cool in them

• She spoils Grim a lot because he reminds her of something familiar but it's a far memory

• Crewel is impressed by Cynthia's sewing and wishes to teach her more but she always ends up wanting to do her own thing

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"I don't even have a voice box! I had to borrow this one.."

[ladykissingfish]

My main Headcanon is that despite Hidans immaturity he actually actually good big brother today Deidara and Itachi.

Like despite how he acts he actually has some pretty good relationship advice here and there.

Hidan: Oi, blondie ... what's with that ugly-ass face you're making?

Deidara: *sighs* Please don't mess with me today, man. I'm not in the mood, hm.

Hidan: Why? You got some wood splinters in the ass or what? Puppet-dick ain't being so careful with you, huh?

Deidara: Shit, I wish that was the case. I wish ANYTHING was the case. But Danna and me ... well ... it's like I don't exist to him sometimes, hm. He's always so obsessed with his puppets and making his poisons that I feel like I barely see him, and when I DO see him, I always feel like I'm bugging him, hm.

Hidan: Ah, you shoulda told me that shit sooner! Ya know what you do? Leave for a while.

Deidara: Leave?

Hidan: Yeah. Come with me, I'm going to that special winter market to get some of that herbal tea shit for the old fucker. Christmas present. I'll be gone at least three days. Come with me. Don't tell puppet-dick you're going. If he cares about ya, he'll notice that you're gone and be worried about ya. If we get back and it seems like he didn't even notice, then it's time to ditch his ass. Know your worth, blondie. You're better than waiting around for a guy to pay attention to you, man.

Deidara, surprised: I ... never would have expected that. Okay, you're right, hm. I'll go with you!

*Itachi comes in from the other room*

Itachi: Sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help but hear your conversation. May I go with you both as well?

Hidan: Really? What about shark-dick?

Itachi: *sighs* Kisame is leaving on a week-long excursion to meet up with some of his old swordsmen friends. They get together once or twice a year to train. He says it would be too much for me, with my health. But I should be able to handle a trip to the market ...

Hidan: Oi, oi ... you fuckers are in worse shape than I thought. But okay, you come along with us, too. Y’know sometimes it’s “healthy” in relationships to get some distance from the other person. Also, you’re looking really pale, Red-Eyes. We can get you some fruit or something at the market.

Itachi: You’re probably right.

Hidan: And both of you don’t gotta worry about shit. If you’re tired, I can protect ya both. *unsheaths his scythe and shows it to them* I got new blades, so I can kill a fucker that’s gettin’ too close!

Deidara: Not sure if that makes me feel safer or more scared, hm. But either way i appreciate it! C’mon, let’s get going already!

*the next week*

Kakuzu: This tea is absolutely divine … *leans over and kisses Hidan’s cheek* Thank you, Hidan.

Hidan: Shit, it ain’t a big deal. Glad ya like it, old fuck. Honestly I’m more proud of my other work.

Kakuzu: Other work?

*in the next room, Kisame has Itachi sitting on his lap while Kisame brushes his hair, and Sasori is intently listening to Deidara talk, holding his hands while engaged in direct eye contact*

Hidan: Yep! Hey, if this Akatsuki thing goes to shit, I might just get a job as a marriage counselor or some shit!

Kakuzu: …

[itsmerelliwellie]

Too Close | Y. Nagumo x Reader

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For this pretty over here

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12.) "If you’re gonna patch me up like that, I should at least get a warning before you get THAT close.”

Prompts

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Warning(s): Blood (kinda)

Important Warning: NOT REALLY BETA READ

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The door creaked open around midnight.

You didn’t look up at first, used to this. Nagumo kept his missions tightly under wraps, slipping in and out of your life like a shadow with perfect hair and too many knives. But when the door didn’t shut right away, and the silence stretched too long, your instincts kicked in.

You turned from the kitchen counter, eyes narrowing then widening the moment you saw him.

“Yoichi.”

He was leaning against the wall, one shoulder dipped, shirt half untucked and stained with blood. His usual cocky expression was dulled by exhaustion, though a smirk still tugged at the edge of his lips.

“Hey,” he said, breathless. “You home?”

“Don’t you dare pass out on my floor,” you snapped, already moving toward him.

“You wound me,” he murmured with a crooked grin, even as his knees buckled slightly.

You caught him before he hit the ground.

He hissed through his teeth as your arm slid around his waist. His body was too warm. You felt the tension in his muscles, the way he leaned into your support just a little too easily.

“Idiot,” you muttered under your breath, guiding him to the worn couch. “What the hell happened?”

“Mission went fine,” he said with a wince, dropping into the cushions like a puppet with its strings cut. “Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“Turns out five guys is a bit much when one of them has a grenade launcher.”

You shot him a glare so sharp he actually flinched.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he said, raising his hands. “Don’t be mad. I didn’t die.”

“Only because your enemies are apparently as stupid as you are.”

He grinned. “You say that like it’s not part of my charm.”

You rolled your eyes and disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a well-stocked first aid kit, disinfectant, and a damp cloth. You knelt in front of him, eyes scanning over the damage.

His shirt was hanging in tatters off one side, revealing an ugly cut slashing across his ribs. Blood streaked his arm and collarbone. A bruise was blooming over his jaw.

“Take your shirt off,” you said flatly.

“Normally I’d say buy me dinner first, but…” He gave a breathless chuckle, then winced. “Ow. Okay. Not joking time.”

You helped him peel the fabric off carefully. He sucked in a sharp breath as it caught on the wound, knuckles turning white where they gripped the edge of the couch.

And then your fingers brushed against bare skin.

He stilled.

Not from pain.

But because your touch was gentle. Focused. Tender in a way he wasn’t used to. Something he can only receive from you. The person he’d spent far too many nights thinking about, despite trying not to.

You leaned in a little closer to clean the wound, the warmth of your breath ghosting across his collarbone.

“If you’re gonna patch me up like that, I should at least get a warning before you get that close.”

You paused, cotton pad hovering above his skin.

“Is that a complaint?”

“God, no,” he muttered, eyes locked on yours. “Just… unexpected. Kinda dangerous, honestly.”

“Dangerous?” You raised a brow. “You’re literally bleeding out from fighting five guys with military-grade weapons, and I’m the danger?”

He smirked. “You have no idea.”

There was a tension in the air now—slow and heavy, charged with the unspoken. You could feel his gaze on you as you cleaned and dressed the gash along his ribs, his muscles twitching under your touch. But he didn’t pull away.

He never did with you.

“You shouldn’t come here like this,” you murmured after a moment, voice quieter now. “Battered. Barely standing. I’m not a safehouse.”

“No,” he said, watching your hands as they moved. “You’re worse.”

“Worse?”

“You’re the only place I actually feel safe,” he said, almost like it was a joke. Almost. “Which is annoying, because that’s how people end up doing stupid things.”

You completely stopped what you were doing, heart skipping a beat.

“Like what?”

“Like thinking maybe I could stay longer next time,” he said softly. “Maybe let myself want things I’m not supposed to.”

Your chest tightened. He wasn’t smirking anymore.

The flirty edge was gone. It was just him—tired, bruised, but still trying to protect you from the messy parts of him.

“You think I wouldn’t want that too?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at you then. Really looked at you. His eyes weren’t teasing or sharp. They were open. Vulnerable in a way that made your heart ache.

“I think,” he said slowly, “if I let myself want you, I won’t be able to stop.”

You swallowed hard.

And still, your hand found his.

“You don’t have to stop,” you said.

He didn’t respond right away. Just squeezed your fingers gently, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand like he needed it to stay grounded.

Then, leaning forward slightly, he pressed his forehead to yours. It was soft and careful, like he was asking for permission.

And when you didn’t pull away, he exhaled. Relief. Or maybe surrender.

“I’m gonna kiss you,” he said. “But not tonight.”

You blinked, surprised. “Why not?”

“Because right now, I’m covered in blood and half-delirious,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes again. “And the first time I kiss you, I want you to remember it.”

Your breath caught.

“Deal,” you whispered.

He gave you a tired smile, the kind that made your heart twist in your chest.

And when you finally got him to lie down, covered him with a blanket, and stayed beside him while he drifted into an exhausted sleep. You didn’t say what was on your mind.

That maybe you’d already fallen for him.

But he didn’t need to hear it.

Not yet.

Because for now, your fingers resting in his, your quiet presence by his side. It said enough.

It had been a week since the night you patched him up.

Seven days.

Not that you were counting.

You’d expected him to disappear after that like he always did. Off to another mission. Another name. Another city. That was how Yoichi Nagumo operated. In and out. A blur of knives, smirks, and carefully built walls.

But this time… he stayed.

Not in a loud way. Just in the way he lingered. Dropped by with coffee at noon. Rested his arm over the back of your chair when he leaned down to tease you. Offered to cook (badly). Asked about your day in a voice that pretended not to care but lingered too long on your answers.

He didn’t kiss you.

Not yet.

But the space between you felt like it was on fire every time you so much as brushed fingers.

And tonight?

Tonight felt different.

The air was warmer, heavy with something unsaid. He stood in your kitchen, freshly showered, wearing one of his quieter expressions—the one he only ever showed when he thought you weren’t looking.

You watched him from the other side of the counter, your tea cooling in your hands. “You said you’d kiss me.”

He turned toward you slowly, brows raised. “Did I?”

You gave him a look. “You absolutely did.”

“Eh?” His lips curved in that infuriating, slow way. “Guess I’m running out of excuses, huh?”

“You don’t need one.”

He paused. Really paused this time. That subtle shift in his expression. The way his smile faltered, just slightly, told you more than words ever could.

This wasn’t just flirting anymore.

He rounded the counter, footsteps soft against the kitchen floor. Stopped when he was in front of you, close enough that your knees brushed when you shifted.

“Say it again,” he murmured.

You looked up at him, confused. “Say what?”

“That I don’t need an excuse.”

You held his gaze. “You don’t.”

Yoichi’s smile softened, not his usual cocky grin, but something slower. Real.

“Great,” he said. “Because I don’t have one. I just want to.”

His hand found your jaw, warm and steady. His thumb brushed your cheek like a question. When you didn’t pull away, he leaned in slower than you thought he would. Like he needed to be sure. Like this wasn’t a mission he could afford to screw up.

And then, finally—finally—he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed.

It was deliberate.

Like he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth, the way your breath hitched when he tilted his head just slightly, the way your fingers curled into the front of his shirt. His other hand slid around your waist, anchoring you against him, pulling you into the heat of him without hesitation.

And when he pulled back, barely an inch, his voice was rough with something deeper than desire.

“I thought about this for a long time,” he said, eyes flickering from your mouth to your eyes. “Too long.”

Your fingers curled around his wrist. “Was it worth the wait?”

He gave a breath of a laugh.

“I don’t think I can stop now,” he said. “So you tell me if that’s gonna be a problem.”

“It’s not.”

“Good,” he whispered.

He kissed you again. A little less gentle, a little more him. Confident. Intense. Just a touch reckless. His fingers tangled in your hair, his body slotted against yours, and the space between you disappeared entirely.

And when you finally came up for air, your breath caught in your throat as he rested his forehead against yours, thumb tracing slow circles on your hip.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he said quietly. “The normal thing. The… feeling things thing.”

“You’re doing fine,” you whispered back.

He exhaled something that sounded like relief. Or maybe surrender.

“Just—don’t look away from me, alright?” he murmured.

You didn’t.

Not when he kissed you again.

Not when he let the mask slip for good.

And not when you realized you’d both just crossed the point of no return.

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A/N: *sighs* (That's it. That's the note)

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[toffeebrews]

Any errink headcanons? :D

Tumblr hates me so I had to rewrite this, anyway... [Note: all my hcs ofc nothing is canon but some may be based of canon information! Sometimes I may refer to non-canon past rps :P]

Error and ink do dumb rps with his puppets together, they've made a super dramatic soap opera plot.

I think Ink realizes Error would never change and he's content with that (sigh as much as I would love to say he would).

Ink finds error's six tongues fascinating, rather than gross. In a similar way, error is fascinated by ink's star eyes (I wonder what that hc came from).

If they ever kissed it would be the most disgusting revoltingly thing ever because error doesn't know how to kiss at all and he also has 6 tongues.

If you asked them how they became friends they would just look at you and shrug. Not even they know how to happened. All they can say is they "get eachother." Error deep down has always wanted a friend and Ink gives him that. Ink is willing to deal with error's bs and error is willing to deal with ink's. Ink can feel a little lonely in his own role and among a world that is fake and Error being an outcode like hin understands him a way others wouldn't. Not even mentioning their story parallels but I gotta stop my self before I start rambling. They're some of the only people who know some of other's deep insecurities.

Ink found Error's crashes funny before he knew how absolutely painful they were. Although not sure if he would ever trigger them on purpose even before he knew ngl.

more yapping under the cut

I would define them as whatever happens when you cross a friend an enemy and a partner.

Ink loves all of his shipkids and error... feels very conflicted about all of them.

They also think the other is a freaky than them when in reality they're both freaks.

Error still thinks about when Ink proposed to him at loveball, ink doesn't think about it at all. Ink also proposed to him with a ring pop that he found in the candy bowl in my head LOL.

Ink doesn't mention his dads to him .. maybe out of fear

Other people still make fun of Ink for proposing to error at loveball and ink always goes "IT WAS ONE TIME!"

Error and Ink are both quite short, Error is only a few inches taller than Ink.

Due to loveball, Error is always scared (in a playful way) when Ink starts drinking.

Error does feel guilty for the time he left ink in the antivoid. Not all of the time, but at times when hes sitting with Ink in the anti-void he can't help but reflect on it. If he would ever admit it? Probably not.

Error and ink's dancing at loveball was a beautiful disaster. Ink is actually an okay dancer but because Error was really nervous it threw him off and it was so off beat. It was really cute though, regardless.

Ink finds errorink ship art very amusing and he shows it to error just to freak him out sometimes.

Error always kills ink first in among us. Error also always blames ink as the imposter even if he isn't.

They have a "close but not too close" rule just close enough to feel the warmth of the other person but not enough to touch. (do skeletons give off warmth?). They do hold pinkies though fr fr. Also Error does lay his head in Ink's lap sometimes, typically when they're watching something. Ink may also give Error forehead or hand kisses.

I like to think Error runs quite hot, because he crashes all the time, so hes warm like a computer LOL. Ink who in my hc has a lessen sense of touch and runs sorta cold due to be soulless lovess sitting around him because of it.

Crack headcanon, when error's eyes glitch up or hes about to crash if you really listen you can hear the sound of computer fans going ham.

Ink will often just... walk up to error and put him a different outfit. Something about his being "too basic" and "his outfit has an ugly color palette".

If you know my pinkie sense ink hc Error doesn't know HOW it works but he fully believes him every single time. Even when ink is trolling, LOL!

Error and Ink call eachother "Ruru" and "Kiki" but only to annoy the other. Specifically if ink is pleading for something he'll do it to annoy him "please ruru :(" They also call eachother glitch and squid in a movking as well LOL.

They have friendship rings? platonic rings? idk if those are a thing made from blue string.

In my own error design, he has a big tooth. Because of it ink calls him a "big kitty" to make fun of him.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Corpse Snatching Is A Violation Of Bird Law

For: @murphy-kitt @tourettesdog @kinglazrus @camels-pen

Wes steals a corpse, someone pisses off a goose, Danny breaks the law; everyone suffers.

A lone person hacks at the earth like a lunatic, shovel hitting splintered wood, then flesh and bone. Puffing out ragged breaths, chest heaving like they were about to burst apart. Dirt flying everywhere as they tore the last pieces away with their bare hands, laughing, high and shrill and wrong.

“There you are, you ugly bastard”. Hands grabbing at the limp arms and yanking them free, free from soil and worms and cheap ply wood.

It looked fresh.

It was perfect.

Truth can no longer be denied!

Danny had been having a good day, so long as he ignored the mildly fresh stab wound in his leg, and the probably moldy sandwich in his stomach giving him a stomachache, and the fact that his eyes are still watering from whatever new spray thing his folks made, his folks also thought that making and installing some kind of catapult trebuchet thing outside of the mall was a good idea, and that Mr. Campbell had assigned even more tedious bug-related homework… you know what? no. Danny hadn’t actually been having a good day. Screw today actually.

At least he hasn’t had to fight a god today?

“HEY FENTON!”.

Oh Ancients, what the zone does Wes want? Normally he’d be all for verbally berating the wannabe sleuth bu-

“YEET!”.

Danny gets absolutely bodied straight in the head by something large, floppy, and moderately heavy; him getting knocked to the floor. “What the Hell Wes!”. Flailing his arms to bat off whatever Wes just fucking threw at him, and sitting up to snarl at the kid, “I’m going to pay someone to eat all your left socks and bleach your shoes”.

Then Danny actually looks at the thing that had crashed into his skull… it’s his own dead body what the actual FUCK and how?!???!?!??!?! Snapping his head back towards the very smug looking Wes, “dude, did you rob a corpse out of some poor fuckers grave and mess with it to look like me? What is wrong with you!”.

Wes screws up his face in multiple ways, “I didn’t steal anyone’s corpse other than yours!”.

“Living people don’t have corpses!”.

“You’re not alive!”.

“Do I need to walk around with a pulse monitor again!”.

“The head stone even had your name on it!”.

“Do you think my name is completely unique or something!?!”.

“It looks JUST LIKE YOU and was in a grave MARKED WITH YOUR NAME literally inside of AMITY PARK’S PARK WOODS! That is NOT A GODDAMN COINCIDENCE!”.

“Says you and that mouth full!”.

“SAYS LOGIC!”.

Danny grabs up his literal fucking corpse, and starts puppeting its mouth open and closed mockingly, “oh look at me! I’m a silly funny corpse boy some crazy man dug up! Aren’t I so totally proof that Schrödinger cat is actually Schrödinger boy! Look at my mouth move! Look how totally real and alive I am!”.

“How can you do that TO YOUR OWN DEAD BODY!”.

“MAYBE ITS NOT MY DEAD BODY! DID YOU EVER THINK OF THAT!”.

“THERE IS NO OTHER POSSIBILITY!”.

“ANOTHER POSSIBILITY IS THAT IT’S NOT A CORPSE! IT’S A SOCK PUPPET!”.

“NO IT IS NOT! PUT YOURSELF DOWN!”.

Danny lifts up his corpse up over his head and then just starts wiping it around like a flag by one of its arms, “WOOOO! LOOK AT THE GIANT OBVIOUS DEAD FLAG OF PROOF! FEAR ME AND MY CORPSE FLAG!”.

“YOU NEED THERAPY!”.

“I TRIED! THE THERAPIST CHANGED HER NAME AND FLED THE COUNTRY IN FEAR!”.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING DEAD!”.

“DEAD IN THE HEAD ONLY!”.

“THEN EXPLAIN AWAY YOUR OWN BLOODY CORPSE!”.

“I DON’T SEE ANY BLOOD LEAKING FROM IT DO YOU!?! AND WHAT KIND OF ASSHAT WOULD EVEN DIG UP SOMEBODY‘S FUCKING CORPSE YOU WHACKO!”.

“You! YOU’RE DEAD! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH YOUR CORPSE! I’M FIXING THAT!”.

“YOU’RE FIXING SWEET DICK ALL!”.

“IT’S NOT EVEN ROTTED! IT WANTS YOU BACK!”.

“I BITE MY THUMB AT THEE! VILE POTATO!”.

“The truth MUST BE KNOWN!”.

“KNOW THIS DICK! WES!”.

Wes launches himself at Danny, knocking Danny back into the ground and making him lose his grip on his corpse. Danny’s corpse sailing through the air and smashing into a stop sign, while Danny and Wes roll around on the ground kicking and punching the shit out of each other.

You know, like any other totally normal day in Amity Park.

Emilie sips her drink, looking to the side, the corpse was lying next to the stop sign now… next to her… it kinda looked like it was giving a thumbs-up. Or maybe rigor mortis just kind of looked like that? Oh whatever, Emilie high-fives it anyway, she loves this towns completely unhinged tomfuckery. Going wide eyed, standing up quickly, and chugging the rest of her frothy drink. Tossing the drink at the garbage can and grabbing the corpses hair, “you’re coming with me”.

There was a weird sorta catapult not even ten minutes away from here. She can make the corpse sail through the sky like all its dead spooky buddies!

Wes and Danny stop, looking up, with Danny’s hand in Wes’s mouth, Wes attempting to stuff grave dirt in Danny’s ear, and Danny with a fist full of Wes’s hair in his non-bitten hand. There was a bizarre whipping sound, and it was getting closer. The two watching, and heads following, as Danny’s corpse flips through the air end over end before smashing into a Canadian goose. The goose honks full of Canadian pride as it falls to the ground.

Wes spitting out Danny’s hand, “congrats, you started a war with Canada”.

“I don’t know, it was your property, you’re the one who dug it up”.

“It’s YOUR CORPSE!”.

“I got RID OF IT! IT WAS AND IS MINE NO MORE! YOU TOOK IT! IT’S YOUR CORPSE!”.

A goose honks angrily, the two stopping and turning, there’s a goose. The goose is very angry. Apparently, It did not appreciate having a flesh bag catapulted into Its flight path; who would have thought. It starts flying at them filled with pure aggression and a lust for blood. Both boys going wide-eyed, scrambling up, and fleeing.

The only way this could get worse is if some Ancient started shouting about them killing their favourite goose, even if It didn't seem to actually be dead.

Wes fucking bodily picks him up, Danny yelping, “what the ZONE ARE YOU DOING! HOW DOES THIS HELP!?!”.

“Your face is the one that hit It! If It thinks you’re dead and gone It’ll LEAVE!”.

“What are you even TALKING ABOUT!”.

Danny starts swinging down at Wes once they get into the park, this fucker was so totally just going to throw him into his own grave. What an ass. Wes holding Danny up with rod straight arms and scrunching his head/neck down means all Danny gets is goddamn clumps of hair; as they pass by trees. Damnit he hated be short! And way too many people are staring from their homes, the street, and the park itself for him to phase away.

At least the sleuth is outrunning the goose.

… actually that’s just infuriating the goose more. Enough that other geese have joined in and there’s just a fucking whole gaggle of geese now.

Wes slipping a bit away from Danny’s grave, effectively tossing Danny at the hole, before scrambling over and starting to throw fist fulls of dirt at a still flailing Danny. “You want to haunt this town! Then you can ROT PROPERLY!”.

Danny shoving his hands out and grabbing the jerks wrist, yanking the kid into the grave with him, “HA! THOU ART VANQUISHED! WRETCHED CORPSE SNATCHER! FOUL DIGGER OF BONES!”.

The two stilling as the geese surround the hole in the ground, both promptly pointing at the other, “he did it!”. While all the geese’s eyes glare red down at them like tiny, pissed off demons; murderous ducks on meth.

“Hey!”.

“Fuck you!”.

The geese honk angrily down at them, the boys both start screaming angrily right back and mock honking at them. One of the geese picks up a shovel and just starts swinging it around in its mouth like a nunchuck.

Then the ground tingles, or Danny can feel it tingle. Him looking down slowly while Wes keeps honking, fuck him entirely. Guess corpse of a halfa plus a grave plus an actual halfa plus Amity Park’s high level of free floating ectoplasm equaled ghost portal.

Weeeeee.

FUN.

Danny shouting, “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”, as the two boys fall down through the portal. Geese honking pure violence and diving in after. They had been actively safer huddling in a grave. Both boys just screaming incoherently while Danny transforms, holding onto Wes’s wrists, and flying off to flee the geese gaggle.

There are many things Danny chooses not to question. His own biology. Vlad’s weird thing for the Packers. What UnderGrowth sees in Sam. Tucker’s opinion of anything to do with furries. Nocturne’s current interest in making drugs. His folks deciding giving the town public access to a trebuchet, which is a choice he’s officially rating H for HONK. Another thing he’s choosing not to question is way multiple boarder-line incomprehensible ghosts that look to be amalgamations of foxes, coyotes, eagles, owls, and humans, start trying to assault the geese.

Fox claws are throttling goose necks. Geese are tearing out eyes. An owl beak flings a goose around by the leg while its tongue flails around wildly. A goose smacks another goose with its head accidentally and gets nearly pecked to death. A human hand is on fire and seemingly trying to make deep fried geese. A goose smashes the shovel on a coyote nose. One amalgamation is spinning in circles with multiple geese bitting onto It, like a fucked up beyblade.

Danny shouting, “apparently when you catapult a CORPSE at a goose and drag it to the zone! It sends a COSMIC RSVP to EVERY ELDRITCH ABOMINATION in a FIFTY-MILE RADIUS!”.

“GET US BACK HOME! YOU SPOOKY BASTARD!”.

“YOU OWE ME ONE CORPSE AS PAYMENT!”.

“I’M NOT GIVING YOU BACK YOUR CORPSE! I NEED THAT AS PROOF! IT’S MINE!”.

“OH SO NOW ITS YOUR CORPSE! I SEE HOW IT IS! YOU ONLY WANT ME FOR MY BODY!”.

“SO YOU ADMIT IT!”.

“I ADMIT NOTHING!”.

Both of them shrieking, Danny flying faster, when Walker is just suddenly there and looming over them, “HOW DID YOU BREAK GEESE LAW! MULTIPLE MIGRATORY BIRD ACTS! THOSE FEATHERED FIENDS ARE BARRED FROM THESE LANDS!”.

Danny shouting at Wes, “DO YOU KNOW BIRD LAW LOOPHOLES!?!”.

“WHY WOULD I KNOW THAT!”.

“YOU KNOW LOTS OF DUMB SHIT! BIRD LAW IS DUMB SHIT!”.

Waller snarling, “I HEARD THAT! DO NOT INSULT THE LAW! PUNKS!”.

Danny dives for the first portal he can see, desperately hoping and willing it to just goddamn take him back to goddamn Amity goddamn Park!

… and it does? Weird?

The two boys slamming onto the ground, Danny making a point to change back, him groaning, “you still owe me a corpse”.

Wes wheezing, “it ain’t gonna be yours”.

They still as a foreboding honk sounds, the two lifting their heads slowly.

There’s a goose. One lone goose.

It has Danny’s corpse’s neck in Its mouth and rage in Its eyes.

It cranes Its head back, flopping the corpse backwards slapping on the ground behind the goose, then snaps Its neck forwards, proceeding to smash the two boys with the corpse. Over and over again. Danny and Wes just cover their heads and cry.

A plaque gets added to the Fenton Trebuchet within the day, asking everyone to please refrain from using it to launch corpses through the skies of Amity Park. That, of course, resulted in on particular corpse getting launched through the air repeatedly. The corpse acquired tapped on sunglasses and a goose-themed Hawaiian shirt, it was now named Denny.

Wes was pissed.

And Danny? Danny had decided that that day was, in fact, a really fucking good day.

End.

Prompts: Wes has always been trying to prove Danny Fenton is their town hero, and now he finally has the proof. A burial site in the park. Danny didn't think his parents' inventions could possibly get more dangerous... But that was before they introduced the Fenton Trebuchet. There's a shallow grave in the woods. The only marker is a stone with the name "Danny" scratched into it. It's empty, but it hasn't been empty for long. There is a goose LOOSE in the Ghost Zone.

[helenanananananananana]

Do you want to see the Wally I drew earlier?

I'm not used to drawing puppets before, but Wally is the cutest and easiest character I've ever seen! ((But the color of his pants is really hard to paint))

More recent Wally is this one, it’s my friend’s AU so he’s NSFW!

Hm...You can imagine Wally trying to fly, he's fluttering his arms((This is just a very random thing, my friend asked me to draw it like that!))

I drew for my friend's Birthday! I really painted him so ugly...He looks so bald, I'm sorey my baby

This one is actually my friends who drew WH OC on this picture and they were trying to increase the weight Eddie lifted them! (My OC next to Wally)

Original by: @the-pianist-from-accumula-town.

I like this artstyle very much, it’s so cute!

This meme was quite popular for a while, it was really funny. So I drew one for Wally too

He's spraying his bad neighbor.

This one....hm, I didn't post it on twitter because it wasn't finished. But I probably don't want to finish it...I feel so ugly...

Backyard Wally by: @BP10146 (she comes from twitter!)

Unfinish work +1

I think it's quite cute! But I made Wally's hair a bit flat. At that time I was trying to learn Clown's artstyle, Looks like a bit of a success...? Maybe.

It feels good not to have to draw a nose!

Um...Also a random thing. At that time, I seemed to want to try what would happen if all the Wally's in WHAU had the body shape and personality like OG Wally, so I drew it. Yeah, This idea might seem a little silly, maybe?

That's probably it :D

I rarely draw Wally, but you can probably tell that every time I draw Wally, his artsyle is different.

I'm lazy👉👈

[crisiscutie]

What does yandere father sephiroth do when reader finds out the truth about her origins?

It really depends on the "truth" we're talking about here. Sephiroth more or less orchestrated a perfect plan to ensure that Daughter Darling remains within his grasp. Though his fatal flaw is his arrogance. He'd be far too content with his plan, which will certainly lead him to underestimate her at one point. Musings here.

There's two ways of how this can go, but I will only summarize a few points of Sephiroth's "truth" route as I don't want to give away too much of this AU's plot so soon.

Content Warning: Yandere Father Sephiroth. Unsettling family dynamics. Rebirth Spoilers.

Sephiroth's "truth": In this route, he doesn't mind mixing bits of the actual truth with his vision. Firstly, he allows his sweet girl "run" away again, this time to a universe of Gaia where his plans seemingly weren't enacted yet. She'll meet his nemesis Cloud and his party, and tell them all about her father's plan to merge this universe with the others for the "reunion" of worlds. Then, his whispers will allow themselves to be dispelled by her, so she can easily gain their trust. (Daughter Darling always thought that she could counter them) And he'd use this version of Cloud to stay close to her personally... After all, he is his faithful puppet.

This would only be the stepping stone of making her see his truth. He'd take over Cloud much more often, making him become more possessive of her, him more deadly and cold towards his enemies. Sephiroth would use him as an example of how ugly humanity is. How she should stay away from them... How they would taint her purity... And then the fights against the JENOVA variants would hit far too close to home, as Daughter Darling already has a fear of JENOVA itself and tentacles.

So, at the final fight with the last JENOVA variant, Sephiroth whisks Daughter Darling away from everyone else, just in time for the big revelation. With her in his arms, he how much he missed his sweet girl, while his fingers traced patterns on her cheek. She'll resist him, of course, but he'd smirk and remind her he's the very reason for her individuality, the reason she isn't a puppet like Cloud. He was the one to give her that privilege. She, his precious daughter, is a valuable piece of his dear mother. From her cheek to her chest, he slid his hand down, unzipping her trenchcoat and uncovering the unsettling pink glow coming from her bare skin. Her protomateria.

The JENOVA monster that they had been battling turned out to be her. She was none other than a unique, rogue and feral part of JENOVA, with a will of its own. But it still possessed an insatiable thirst for destruction and chaos. Nothing could stop it until Sephiroth discovered the protomateria from this specific world that reverted it to a tame human form. Sephiroth still couldn't control her directly... Still, he took pity on her and besides; she interested him greatly. So, out of the goodness of his heart, he raised her as his own daughter. His sweet, obedient girl who will rule the worlds at his side. He is her savior. Her protector. Her everything... She reminded him of so much himself. He had to do the right thing after all.

So now she understood. All what he did was to protect her from the cruel worlds that would reject her. That saw her as a monster that needed to be destroyed.

Her childish rebellions would finally come to an end as he wiped away her broken tears, his velvety voice whispering his words of eternal love and support.

What parts are true, you think?

[sn-oozer]

The big "nuh-huh" or the TPS fandom member counterattacking

After contemplating the juicy volume of mean comments towards the cartoon, I've decided that it would be awesome to state some things and do a role swap in this old ahh war between the tiny amount of fans and a big ol' pack of haters.

First of all, I declare and swear that I do not call anyone to do online fights, to spread hatred or condemnation based on interests, tastes, etc. All personal, it shouldn't affect people. I just have enough courage and stupidity, I am as fearless as a honey badger.

***

Even before I got involved in the fandom, I saw at least two videos about how bad this show is. Looking it up now, I'm even more amazed by the amount of people saying the same over and over (and over and over) again.

People speaking about special and unique artstyles, plot and character dynamics...are stating all the same??

Like, you know, average "The problem solverz is garbage" video is usually... this. I know, it's a weird thing to notice, but come on!! First they say that the show is rushed, then they cover the bare minimum.

"I'm gonna tell why this show is bad! Because it's bad!"...and they're saying it for 5 minutes at best, sometimes 10. Isn't THAT mellow? It's like they're taking negative reviews, chatGPTng them into one and reading from a paper sheet.

1. MEAN of me and of them. >:(

I should also never forget how these people act on camera. Saying your personal thoughts (I hope they're not copying other's videos and their opinions are just similar) on the show is normal. That's what a review is, it can be negative or positive, sure thing.

But why are they so... arrogant or something about it? Just yesterday I saw a vid that ended with "Don't watch bad cartoons, watch me instead!"

.. Dude. Hear me out, dude. My man, my comrade, pal, buddy, fella. How's watching you yapping about some animation piece makes YOU an animation piece? Or the yapping as valuable as one, at least? What "artstyle, plot and interesting characters" does it give me? None, apart from at least 30 seconds of a segment of it that has zero sound regulation and million decibels of loudness, I'm well aware.

Great job NOT managing the audio tracks, asshole author, I love when it's barely possible to hear you and then you hit your viewer with a sonic boom. Yes, I do know that it can be funny when there's something suddenly being loud, it's my favourite and that's how I can tell when it's low quality editing and when it's a meme. They can't just rant about the show's technical side and then let audio issues slide for their own content. Don't they know that sound design is always essential?

The humour part is also questionable. Once their miserable 16 minutes at best of video starts, they waste it on gags and sketches sometimes. Next they'll be using sock puppets or anything and arguing with them. Saying that a show is unfunny after pretending that you achieved some comedy gold skills is...eh? What if I want an actual review, Iwant at least an hour of explanation why, how and what to do to make the show look or feel better. Not this:

Hi —> Problem Solvers Bad! —> joke —> ugly —> joke haha —> me funny, it's not— > me cool! — > watch MY favourite series instead! —> bye!

I can clearly see WHY they choose TPS for such content. Most likely it makes them seem advanced in their sphere of activity, otherwise I see no reason for speaking about the same cartoon when someone already said something. What would they need a proper scenario, jokes or even points for if they can just say "listen. Problem Solverz is bad! My [someone] called me and said that! My eyes." There was even an attempt to make "the worst animation series of the year" thing. At the same time, there is no competition among critics, why so?

Surely, I'm not talking about every review youtuber in the world. I won't even name them, I won't tell their channels or links to them. There are people who said positive stuff, having great points.

2. Reviews

The reviews are repeatative, of course they are. I can totally agree that the show has it's issues and it's not for everyone. Just like any other show. We know the etiquette, "we're all different in our preferences and tastes" is a damn motto! It works both ways.

But can't they..like...dig deeper into it? Let's see what they're saying most of the time, what's the matter with the show:

1. "My eyes!"

Yes. That's the artstyle. It's all on purpose. We have 8 episodes in the second season for those who "doesn't want eye aches". Ben Jones knew what he's doing.

2. "It's ugly, It's like it was made by a 4 year old".

And then we have South Park or something. Nobody whines about it's artstyle. We have Pilotredsun, for god's sake, a really good music maker and artist. Why don't they say that about Paper Rad as a whole, instead speaking of only one show??

3. "It's boring, the writing is weird".

Well, they had to fit a crazy ahh adventure in 11 minutes. The issue was fixed in the second season, again, but at what cost?

4. "No funnies"

Absolutely subjective, humor is a difficult thing. Humor has many forms, it's subtle, I guess. The pilot (or even both of them) showed how it works. Are they cats or something, do they really need someone to direct their attention to something artificially? Maybe a laugh track to emphasize a joke, a "badum tsss"?

5. "The main characters don't feel alive/human/like they have a personality"

They're missing the rare moments of character model change for better expression. As if they're sitting through several 10 minute episodes to notice.

5.1. "ALFE IS SO ANNOYING I HATE HIM"

They're just jealous of him /j

First they're saying that the characters are "flat". Then they're saying that Alfe is annoying. Because he actually has established hobbies, interests, senses (hunger lmao) and has at least several deadly sins in him? Because it's always in the viewer's face? Well, if it's not emphasized, it won't be noticed according to them.

I still think it's a matter of character archetype and artstyle...

3. Activities

The entire fanbase has like... several tiny communities. Like the one on Reddit or here, maybe also Amino. The show is favoured by around 33 people on archive org. Let's remember the population of people on earth at the moment. A fandom with the size of a blood cell, that's what we are.

And I saw at least once, that a person just went and posted the usual "show bad". Not on their page, not on a review page. On a fan community.

It's obvious that this user just watched the show or maybe a review on it, did a little brain work, searched for a fan community and posted this. I'm sure the fandom doesn't get into any platform algorithms to get popular. There's no real reason for anyone to try to get on the fanbase's nerves. And I don't even know the number of such cases. May be small, may be average, may be huge.

4. The whole show's position

It's unpopular. The fact is that people consciously go to watch this show when they hear about it, and they can choose not to. Again, the motto. It's been years since it's last airing, it's enough for a human baby to reach adolescentce or something. And people still kinda treat it like it's on their TV suddenly, unskipabble, with nothing else to watch. You 🫵, me, us and anyone else are free to watch anything they want on the internet, anywhere, in any quality. There's no need to try to get in a fight with the fans. They choose to watch the show even if they're warned, they get dazzled and then upset.

5. The grand final

How about people quit trying to milk The Problem Solverz hatred and...I dunno, go fight the real deal? The Internet is really taken over by artificial intelligence, you know? The "dumb show S1E2 plot"? The "meow meow meow meow meow 😔" vids. By actually rushed content, the brainrot that is real. The obvious unprofessionals trying to seize the children's animation industry, Elsagate going on and on, the cropped woo-hoo content, the farms. And somehow, it makes the people behind it millionaires in terms of subscribers and views. Where were you, anti ugly-eyestrain-arstyles and animation/plot writing gurus when you were needed before it was too late??

***

I hope that's the first and the last time I post such things, oh my.

[fwol-jintu]

Behold, the person that can give you false ptsd

Name: Timothy Jo'ar

Occupation: student of scarabia

Description: Timothy Jo'ar is a rather shy and nervous student. He keeps to himself most of the time and hides himself away, preferring to watch the world instead of interacting with it. He's lonely sometimes, but thats okay because its only sometimes. He likes to think optimistically, though his thoughts will always end up being the worst case scenerio first.

Appearance description: his hair is brown and short- well, except for his bangs. They've long overgrown and he doesn't really bother to move them, giving him a tired and almost disheveled vibe. It is further pushed as his eyes have a dark underside to them. They're not eyebags, he was just born with it. Speaking of eyes, his are a dark green color, barely visible for color and has a blue shine to it, for some reason. He also has a prosthetic arm, though luckily its only his left arm so he isn't too bothered by it. It's not visible though since he always wears gloves and long sleeves.

Age: 17

1st year

Dominant hand: right

Best subject: magic analysis and potions

Favorite subject: visual arts

Worst subject: PE

His thoughts on magic: "uhh... it-its okay i guess.."

Club: none

Birthday: june 15 (6/15)

Hobby: making muppets and puppets

Height: 188 cm/ 6'2"

Likes: muppets, puppets, sock puppets, shadow shows, games, food, robot battles

Dislikes: being confronted, ppl telling him his puppets are ugly like no theyre not theyre goofy thats different, rats.God he hates rats. He WILL become ms Plume if he has to. Oh and also babies, they're cute and all but you cannot let this guy hold a baby, aside from his weakass noodle arms deep inside he hates the baby he will literally never get a baby fever. Like he'll protect one, he just.. really doesn't want to look at the baby. He's deeply disgusted yet protective at the same time.

Homeland: shaftlands

Class: 1-A

Unique magic: Mark of the Hunted

Messes with the target's mind and makes them think they'll relieve a trauma they had or never had. Makes the target extremely stressed until they go berserk and snap.

Chant: "laugh and cry and spill tears on your jeweled sins, for they feed the beast that lays dormant within."

Talent: can change voices

Flaw: physically weak (cut him some slack, bro has one arm)

Edit: finally got time to make the actual art

[prawn-haunted]

Sidenote: I’m bad at Bhaal and Bhaalspawn lore, so some points may be unrealistic. I just assume Bhaal had close to full control over Durge’s body pre-tadpole and didn’t make them a puppet only because it wasn’t the point. Most of these are for resist/disobedient pre-tadpole Durges.

With that out of the way…

How to train your dragonborn(?) child 

…because they somehow can’t just murder for murder’s sake.

CONTENT WARNING for different types of abuse (god parent style), gory details, typical Durge TWs. The whole thing is a Dead Dove Don’t Eat written in Bhaal’s POV ok. With a side of dysphoria/body dysmorphia.

Take their body away

Emotions are bodily sensations. Have them sense your anger and pride. Make it distinct from their own: When they get scared, their chest tightens. When you make them scared, their guts get stabbed with cold needles.

Give them ecstasy as a reward. Take away the joy when you feel like it.

As a punishment, break their limb. Heal it back so they can use it, but leave the pain as a reminder.

Move their heart to the right so they can always feel it. Make their finger a tad too big. Take something away to make life harder.

Stop their lungs for a few seconds.

Change their appearance just a bit. Repeat. Repeat. Make them doubt every time they see their reflection.

Make them an entirely different person. Turn a dragonborn into a halfling. Have something as alien as a gith walk the streets of Baldur’s Gate.

Isolate them. Make them ugly. Make them scary.

Control their Urge

The Urge is always with them. When there’s disobedience, they can only pray you won’t make it worse. You will.

Make them do things they can’t stomach. Keep them present: they will see it all, but they won’t have the right to scream.

Have them howl on the ground, scraping their own meat out with their nails. Then leave them exhausted on the ground.

Make them an animal — but only temporarily. They will learn a lesson after waking up in dirt and their own piss.

Make them scared

Be inconsistent. Punish them for a minor mistake, but ignore it the next time. Break the pattern. Make silence scarier than familiar torture.

Don’t tell them your reasons.

Don’t have reasons. Their body is yours, and they should know it.

Make them doubt their body and mind. Make them scared of their wants — even the ones you didn’t inflict.

Take advantage of their self-hate

(For all the trans and otherwise dysmorphic Durges)

Don’t let them change their body. If they go to someone who could ‘help’ (i.e. a doctor or a wizard), murder said person with their own hands.

Let them change something, as a treat. Make it gory, perhaps: have them experiment over people before they operate themselves.

If they disobey, take away the progress. Have their parts regrow even bigger. Make them more dysmorphic than before.

Make a deal: promise them a new form once they do something for you. Make it big, hard to achieve and really gory.

The ‘new form’ may be a Slayer. No one said it’ll be something they actually asked for.

Soo yeah, here’s some ideas for torturing your pre-tadpole Durge. :^) It’s not a full list since I have some ideas for post-tadpole (when Bhaal supposedly loses most of the control) and uh… fucked up sexualized stuff. It feels like an even darker topic (esp in this context), so I’m not sure if I should post it. Tell me if you’re interested though.

Also feel free to write your own ideas cuz I’d looove to see them! Maybe we’ll even gather an additional list, hm? 😉

[thegeorgiatennantblog]

It's so fucking pathetic how you and your posse are all on a rampage, going around the internet bullying and harassing innocent people just because you can't see the obvious truth that these women are abusive manipulative bitches. I guess your vibe really does attract your tribe and I can see where you learnt to up your stalking game from. Instead of telling others to get their heads out of their asses get your own head out of your ass. You radical conceited feminists are going to support even rapists and abusers in the name of your fucking progressive feminism. And your romanticism of straight relationships is so disgusting and then you all go and call yourselves queer.

Just ridiculous that you would harass innocent people for that fat ugly woman just so that you can score some brownie points with your buddies. But you know what would be even more ridiculous. Your face when David actually divorces that fat ugly whore.

I just woke up and my inbox is flooded with these

Dear Demeneted Anon!

This ask is so wrong for soooo many reasons! One might say this proves you to be the architect of your own unmaking! Your hateful words and disrespectfully vile jargon shows you to be the very person you seem to be hunting for: the one that harasses and bullies others!

It's painful to read these misogynistic disgusting comments about a woman who's literally NEVER wronged you, doesn't even know you and her only apparent crime is being married to the person you are fetishizing and delusionally believing is in a relationship with his best friend as if he was your puppet whose strings you were controlling.

For your kind information I am NOT a radical feminist. I don't support r^p!sts and abusers unlike that one tinhatter blog who actually does support Neil Gaiman and tries to prove that the news of his SA is just right wing people propoganda (wtf even).

So I want to ask you a question: You tell me where the abuse is. Cz now I'm gonna start sounding like Dora... "Do you see the abuse? Where is the abuse? If you see it stand up and say: abuse!"

Plz produce one scintilla of credible evidence before you attack Anna or Georgia again. As if their partners aren't grown up adults who can afford to report abuse or file divorce. No one needs your unsolicited concern!

[watchingyoufromthestars]

Finally cleaned this up so here’s my DnDads ultimate ship opinions list. I was waiting until after s2 ended to clean this up in case I had any final opinion changes with the last few episodes. Please don’t bash me for any of these. The DnDads fandom is generally very nice but shipping discourse is something that can get heated no matter the fandom.

Dads

Henry Darryl: very neutral. I understand the ship I just never fully got on the boat

Henry Glenn: absolutely fucking feral about them do not get me started on Glennry

Darryl Glenn: feral in a different way that I don’t know how to describe other than toxic yaoi in the way that they’re damaged but refuse to talk about it so they kiss about it instead

Loveeeeeeee polydads but only as Henry/Glenn/Darryl. Not really a Ron shipper I love him and Samantha too much. Ron and Glenn’s friendship is very important to me though

In terms of Jodie, I don’t really ship him with any of the main dads, ESPECIALLY not Glenn. Even if Jimmy didn’t play Jodie I’d still never ship them. Wish Scamster was real and not completely a scam because they’re literally a crackship become real except it was never a crackship before canon. It’s surprising to me that they weren’t really shipped beforehand

Henry Mercedes: THE T4T OF ALL TIME BABEYYYYY. Absolutely iconic couple, fate was in their favor with how they met they were destined for each other

Darryl Carol: After hearing how Darryl talked about his family in Heaven, I was actually really happy they ended up not getting divorced. They clearly had a rough patch as seen in s1, but they genuinely love each other and I love how devoted to her Darryl is. The little finger puppet he made of her in the time out zone… :,)

Glenn Morgan: GLORGAN!!!!!!!!! Oh my god these two tear me apart. I am feral for Glorgan angst there’s too much to work with. More people need to start calling them Glorgan instead of Morglenn please please please please pretty please indulge me in my silly ship name

Ron Samantha: sobbing. They’re so sweet. The distinction that Samantha is also a little silly is very important to me. They love each other so fucking much

Kiddads

Nicky Sparrow: didn’t realize how much I love them for a good while but when I did oh god I love them so so much. T4T it’s so real to me that they’re both trans

Nicky Lark: used to like it but yall mischaracterize Nicky so much in fics. If yall want toxic yaoi just ship Grant and Lark I’m so serious

Nicky Terry: sobs. They were best friends. I don’t personally ship them but the fact that Terry said he was his best friend… that line rattles around in my brain so often

Nicky Grant: recently learned this might get shipped and has THE coolest ship name. Crossfire I love you but for the ship name alone

Sparrow Terry: I think I’ve seen this shipped a few times but only in the context of Terry/Nicky/Sparrow. Not my personal cup of tea though

Sparrow Grant: I don’t see this shipped too often but they have the worst ship name ever /aff. Wtf is a spant lol. Also I’m too much team transfem Sparrow to feel comfortable shipping this

Lark Terry: do not know the appeal of Gun Control but their ship name is fun

Lark Grant: toxic yaoi central. They both need intense therapy but them both being so fucked up is what makes them interesting not that that’s healthy though

Terry Grant: I see them more in a qpr place than anything romantic. I have one fic of them that’s bookmarked on Safari because I think about a part from it from time to time

Don’t have any poly ships for them

In terms of s2 spouses I so desperately wished we could’ve seen more of them. We barely get to see them

Nicky Cassandra: Telling Taylor his dad was a good man and that she misses him every day makes me think they parted on good terms. But then Nicky disappeared because of FBI shit. In another life maybe they could’ve worked.

Sparrow Rebecca: more ugly sobbing. I’m unsure on my sparroace thoughts if they’d end up getting divorced post-finale but I know they’re not fully separating or breaking up. They really are in love but it’s unconventional and messy.

Terry Veronica: I think the reveal that Terry is infertile is a nice touch to their relationship. It sounds weird to say and I feel like I might word this all weirdly. Him being unable to have bio kids but finding love in someone who wants to raise a kid with him anyways. Veronica finding new love again after a supposedly abusive relationship. Both of those combined is something I really love.

Grant Marco: Canon gays ftw. The Titanic episode was so generous in letting us get to see their dynamic. Obviously Grant still has a long way to go in finding self love but I’m so happy he found someone who can support him and loves him back like this.

Teens

Normal Scary: ugly sobbing over them I love them so much. Cradling my madomagi and tma aus with them as madohomu and jmart

Normal Taylor: yearning for the early s2 days like when they went to Sonic and made some devious plan off screen I wish they had more silly interactions together. Was truly fed with the kareoke intro and them bonding over costume making for a minute. Tayloak could be so interesting if there was more material to work with

Normal Link: Childhood BFFs to Lovers; I wish they could’ve hung out more as kids but all that happened

Normal Hermie: I get the hype but I have personal reasons for feeling neutral on them that I wish I could get over. Good soup though /ref

Scary Taylor: see them too much as a sibling dynamic to ever ship them

Scary Link: respect to all y’all shippers but I do not gothcleats and will leave it at that forever. I can only accept the finale with my transfem Link hc

Scary Hermie: I love Scene Partners. These stupid kids and reflecting each other /aff

Taylor Link: one that I can’t believe I didn’t ship sooner they’re so silly

Link Hermie: I think this one is very funny (/pos) but not my personal vibe

Love love LOVEEEEEEEE Marloakworthy AUGH. A giant triangle of everyone paralleling each other

Polywagon I love you; cannot believe you’re real and genuinely canon. This is just Homestuck again when Hussie said all ships are canon (DnDads never beating the Homestuck allegations from me)

Scary Erica: wish there were more interactions I love Erica so much but alas she’s a guest NPC. “You awaken a lightness in me” sapphic ass Scary I know what you are

[coastalshifts]

🟠 - Make a playlist for your F/O with songs that have orange album covers.

🧡 - What things does your F/O do that make you feel warm inside?

🤢 - What can your F/O not stand?

🟠 omg how did you know that i fucking love making playlists (sort of cheated and added a few songs that were already on my orange soda playlist LOL) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/40uSspvICOYr4YcQL8jwMx?si=mmz5ohmQQe2ipxwMFurSRA&pi=RqrnxtvyTVKam

🧡- oh wow you really asked the big question lol ugh i love how much dirk unashamedly likes his cringe interests. like theres actually such a skill behind robotics obviously but like. puppets are ALSO something he had to teach himself how to make too. sorry i get like emotional if i think about how much dirk had to teach himself like oh my god no wonder hes so insane its a wonder hes functional at all. anyways like i think casual moments between us during parallel playtime always make me feel so warm inside; he always wants me to linger in his workshops when hes working on something, so he can touch and ground himself with another living person. lets me play music because he wants to know my likes over his broken sense of media. asks me to hold his puppets to test their softness/firmness. HES A HUGE CUDDLEBUG once he like gets over the mortifying ordeal of having a body. insert melting cheetah meme here. LOVE HAVING LONG HOURS LONG DEBATES WITH HIM we can get real philosophical and esoteric ^_^ ive been begging for my own custom pony pals book and hes been slowly crafting his silmarillion (sil-mare-illion) for me

🤢- hmmmm i feel like hes actually really tolerant to things because of how isolated he was for a long time. other than other versions of himself and his friends being hurt, i feel like he kinda handles things pretty well! i think he hates rust though; it flakes and its rough, and its ugly, and it was something that he struggled against living in the shell of a highrise in the middle of the ocean with his robots too soooo i guess he hates rust!!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK 🧡🧡🧡

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Memes from Reddit’s Thread “What is denied by everyone but is actually 100% real?”

“You are not immune to propaganda.” “Everyone is susceptible to bias. We all think it's something that just affects other people.” “Part of having bias always is that your think yours is the thought out reasonable and just one.” “You are much more likely to believe whatever side of a story you hear first.” “They knowingly put out harmful fearmongering misinformation, the issue a retraction several days later that less than 1/10th of the original audience will hear about, and even less will believe.” “The first thing we judge a person on is looks.” “Everyone is stereotyping and judging others constantly, it’s human nature.” “We judge others on their actions and ourselves on our intentions.” “This is going to sound crass and unkind, but sometimes I wish I was less intelligent both intellectually and emotionally so I could just go through life dumb and happy.” “You should not confuse your idea of another person with what they really are. You will never know how it feels to be them. How the world looks from their point of view. You will always only know your side of the story.” “Without the money, I have zero desire to teach kids.” “People often brush off gut feelings as just random, but there’s some real science that suggests intuition can actually lead us to good decisions.” “Everyone judges, it's just a matter of keeping it in your mind or letting it out.” “You are the enemy in someone’s story.” “There will always be someone who doesn't like you, for whatever reason, no matter how good or kind you are.” “You can be the sweetest peach on the tree, but some people just don’t like peaches.” “I have this plush shark and can confirm it brings pure joy.” “Did you know the giant snake plush is a PUPPET?!” “This “you can do anything” rhetoric just messes with a kid’s mind.” “If nobody is perfect, then there is no "The one." You just have to decide if someone's pros outweigh their cons for you personally.” “"Don't judge a book by its cover" that's literally what covers are for, so you can judge the book.” “I saw your text but responded in my mind.” “Beauty is a privilege and a super power.” “Everyone is not, and cannot be beautiful. And that's okay.”“I'm pretty sure that most other animals probably think all Humans are ugly as fuck. Imagine an animal with no hair except for a few patches over the body, walking around on two legs with the other two legs dangling at the side with extra long toes hanging off it. By our own standards of animals we find cute and animals we find ugly I reckon humans are definitely somewhere at the ugly end.”

“The idea that we only use a small percentage of our brain, often cited as 10%, is a myth.”

“Everybody lies.”

“The same people you talk trash with are talking trash about you.”

“Something like 80% of humans have herpes. Cold sores are herpes. If you’ve had a cold sore ever in your life you have herpes.”

“If someone says “I’m not that person anymore”, and their actions seem to confirm it, might be time to let it go.”

“Capitalism only exists to funnel all the wealth we create to a very few elite.”

“Girls fart.”

“People seriously underestimate their ability to do things they consider bad or wrong. No one is above an amoral act.”

“You will be too old to work one day and you will die. You will be very sorry if you don’t start planning these things decades ahead.”

“The world would be better with more cheese on everything.”

“This one I think is sad but humans are tribal animals and we honestly just don't like people we don't see as being in our tribe. This isn't about race or anything I just mean in the most general sense.”

“We all pee in the shower.”

[phaeton-flier]

Jiro, or the Existential Horror of Being a Self-Insert Protagonist

Jiro Foreach is depressed, and I think a lot of his worldview is tinged by that, because being depressed makes you see everything as bad and unfixable and fucked. But I think a lot of the clear problems he has are reflective of him existing as little as possible, so that the player of Love Bomb can have relationships with the girls.

Look at his design. He does, in fact, have an memorable face and emotions, but the base? His major visual qualities are "black hair", "male", "skinny", and "tired". Those first three sure look a lot like the sort of generic protagonist a Japanese teenager would find it easy to self-insert into.

His thoughts constantly reflect the frustration of feeling like people only love some weird abstract thing that he isn't. Because, well, they are.

After all, the girls dialogue isn't meant for him; It's meant for the player. Notice how all of the gift-giving scenes are from his perspective; Jiro is only there to serve as a camera and a hand puppet. He keeps seeing them (metaphorically) look through him, at someone behind him, when they talk, because they're talking to the player, not to him. He picks up on that, he can tell on some level that they're not talking to him, they're talking to some idea of who he should be.

All of that he would be enough to cause problems—he clearly finds himself lacking, compared to what he imagines they imagine him as—if he had some personality to retreat to. But underneath his shell is very little. He doesn't seem to have a him. He's mentioned as having washed up on the shores of the island and I suspect he doesn't have much episodic memory of his life beforehand. Why would he need it? He's just there to be a self-insert. So he can tell, on some level, that there isn't much there and that scares him.

All of the girls' lines are gonna be somewhat generic because they need to apply to anyone playing the game, but that means that they can't in any way connect to Jiro the character. They can only see, or only comment on, him being "nice" because that's the most generic, common thing among any member of the player base.

(To be clear, I do think he is a full person and does have a full inner life, under there, but it's hard to see that when you have no social outlets to explore it and what little time he has to himself is spent on emotional release)

So he's getting it from two ends: the vague feeling they're not talking to him so much as a through him, and clear shallowness of their answers make it seem like there would be nothing there to connect to anyways.

Jiro's actions in battle are, as far as I can tell, literally just to be there to power up the girls, who do the actual attacks. In-Universe, he's also responsible for tactics (in choosing which girls go on the mission) so maybe in longer fights he's the one supposedly calling out attacks, or whatever. But never the one attacking, never able to just do something. His choice of game being HELLFUCK is reflective of him wanting emotional release, something raw and angry he can just swear at instead of choking it down. More than just something ugly to contrast with Love Bomb saccharine nature, however, I think a fantasy full of blood and gore might be reflecting a desire to actually go out and hit things himself. I think the fact that there's a target right there he could just unload on, but for the fact that he's not strong, is affecting him.

He's unconsciously living an existential nightmare of being meant only as a window for someone else's power fantasy, and I think that's only going to get worse as he learns the true nature of his universe.