#and this is hella rushed but i like it

[goodlucksnez]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLOOMY @dr-ground-zero

To my amazing friend, may your birthday be as incredible as you are. Here's to celebrating another year of your remarkable presence in my life!

as thanks well I got you many gifts! Here is one......

A delico's nursery snz fic!

you dragged me into this show and i had less then 2 weeks to write this but it is so good

I hope your birthday is as amazing as you i will shut up now and let you read!!

No reblogging to nonkink blogs

In the heart of Victorian London, amidst the fog-draped streets and gas-lit alleys, stood an imposing manor. It was home to two vampires, Dali and Gerhard. The manor, with its grandiose architecture and lush gardens, was a stark contrast to the bustling city outside its gates. Inside, it was a haven of quiet elegance, adorned with rich tapestries, antique furniture, and flickering candlelight....well normally but today was a exception.

Dali, with his piercing green eyes and raven-black hair, was usually the epitome of strength and grace. However, tonight, he lay on a lavish velvet sofa, wrapped in a blanket, looking decidedly less formidable. His pale skin was even paler than usual, and his normally sharp features were softened by the weariness of illness. He had caught a cold, a rare and inconvenient affliction for a vampire.

Gerhard, his partner of many centuries, hovered nearby with a worried expression. His blond hair was neatly tied back, and his tanned eyes reflected his concern. Gerhard was the more impulsive of the two, always ready to tell off Dali, especially in moments like these.

"Dali, you need to rest," Gerhard said gently, placing a cool hand on Dali's forehead. "Your body needs time to recover."

Dali coughed softly, looking up at Gerhard with a mixture of frustration and gratitude. "I know, Gerhard. It's just... so inconvenient," he admitted, his voice slightly hoarse.

Gerhard smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Dali's face. "Even vampires need to rest.”

Dali reclined on the plush velvet sofa, sipping the herbal tea that Gerhard had prepared a few hours before. The warmth of the tea soothed his throat and offered a brief respite from his symptoms. However, a stubborn tickle remained in his nose, threatening to bring on another sneeze.

Gerhard watched Dali closely, noticing the subtle signs of discomfort. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, his voice filled with concern.

Dali nodded, but his nose twitched, and his breath hitched slightly. "I think I have another sneeze coming," he admitted, though his voice was tense with the effort of trying to hold it back. "But it won't come out."

Gerhard moved closer, his hand resting reassuringly on Dali's arm. "It's alright. Just relax and let it happen," he said soothingly.

Dali closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation in his nose. The tickle was persistent, yet the sneeze remained frustratingly stuck. He took a few deep breaths, hoping to coax it out. "Heh... heh..."

Gerhard gently rubbed Dali's back, offering comfort. "Bless you, in advance," he whispered, a small smile playing at his lips.

Dali's breath continued to hitch, his nostrils flaring slightly. "Heh... heh... ah..." But still, the sneeze refused to come. He opened his eyes, looking at Gerhard with a mixture of frustration and amusement. "This is so annoying."

Gerhard chuckled softly, still rubbing Dali's back. "I cannot watch this," he indicated. "Hold still." He grabbed a silken handkerchief from the lavish table in front of them and held it to the twitching man's nose rubbing it gently.

Dali looked shocked but soon his expression changed. He focused on the feeling of the cloth against his nose, feeling the tickle in his nose intensifies. "Heh... heh... Hh’KZZHhshew! Hh’Tszchiiiew! HIH’TSHHEW!!" The sneeze finally erupted, shaking his frame. Gerhard could feel the spray through his handkerchief before tending to the other dripping nose.

"Bless you," Gerhard said warmly, his hand still resting on Dali's back. "Feel better?"

Dali sighed in relief, a small smile on his lips. "Yes, thank you," he said, his voice softer now. "That was driving me crazy."

Gerhard chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to Dali's temple. "I'm glad you feel better. Now, how about we get you back under the blankets and rest some more?"

Dali nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude for Gerhard's care. "All right." He agreed, allowing Gerhard to help him settle back onto the sofa with the blanket wrapped snugly around him.

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As the dawn painted the sky with soft hues of pink and orange, Dali stirred from his rest, feeling slightly better yet still under the weather. Determined not to appear weak, he tried to mask his discomfort from Gerhard.

Gerhard, ever attentive, noticed the subtle signs: the slight pallor in Dali's cheeks, the faint rasp in his voice, and the occasional, barely suppressed sniffle. But Dali, stubborn as always, refused to admit he was still feeling ill.

"Gerhard, I really think I'm fine now," Dali said, attempting to sound convincing. "You don't need to fuss over me anymore."

Gerhard raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in his brown eyes. "Dali, you don't have to pretend for my sake. I can tell you're still not well."

Dali forced a smile, trying to appear nonchalant. "I'm perfectly fine, Gerhard. See?" He stood up, but the movement triggered a tickle in his nose. He turned away quickly, trying to stifle the sneeze. "Hh’KZZHhshew! Hh’Tszchiiiew! HIH’TSHHEW!" Despite his best efforts, the large sneeze escaped and he was left to deal with the mess.

Gerhard sighed softly, moving to Dali's side. "Bless you, Dali," he said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You are sick, forget about the investigation. Besides one sneeze would surely scare the children."

Dali's stubborn pride kept him from admitting the truth. "It's just a little sneeze," he insisted, though his voice wavered slightly. "I can handle it."

“Little sneeze, oh really?! If I wasn’t holding you I am sure you would fall.”

Dali tried to rebuttal the tickle in his nose became more persistent, and he struggled to hold back another sneeze. "Heh... heh... Hh’KZZHhshew! Hh’Tszchiiiew! HIH’TSHHEW! He sneezed again, each one shaking his frame. His nose was surly red and itchy but he would like true vampire eat a basket of garlic before he ever admitted that.

Gerhard looked at him with a mix of concern and affection. "Dali, please," he said. "I know you're strong, but if those sneezes are anything judged by this is going to be a bad cold. Let me help you. The last thing you want is the kids to get sick."

Dali finally sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Alright, Gerhard. You win. Maybe I do need a bit more rest," he admitted, his voice softer now.

Gerhard smiled, guiding Dali back to the sofa. "Thank you for admitting it," he said warmly. "Now, lie back and relax. I'll make you some more tea."

As the soft glow of the fireplace illuminated the room, Gerhard continued to care for Dali, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. Dali, finally allowing himself to relax, felt the cool cloth soothing his fevered skin.

However, the persistent tickle in Dali's nose made it difficult for him to rest. His breath hitched once more, and despite his best efforts to hold it back, another sneeze erupted. " Hh’KZZHhshew! Hh’Tszchiiiew! HIH’TSHHEW!!"

Gerhard, ever attentive, quickly moved to wipe Dali's nose with a fresh handkerchief. "Bless you, Dali, goodness those should come with a warning," he said, a smile on his face. Dali's breath began to hitch again, signaling another impending sneeze. He reached for his handkerchief, but to his dismay, it wasn't where he thought it would be. His eyes widened in mild panic as the urge to sneeze grew stronger.

"Gerhard, I—ah... heh... can't find my handkerchief," Dali managed to say, his voice strained as he tried to hold back the sneeze.

Gerhard, ever attentive, quickly realized the predicament. Without hesitation, he moved closer, his gentle touch reassuring. "Hold on, Dali," he said softly, taking charge of the situation.

Just as Dali's breath hitched one final time, Gerhard brought his own handkerchief to Dali's nose, covering it just in time. "Heh... Hh’KZZHhshew! Hh’Tszchiiiew! Heh…HIH’TSHHEW!!" Dali sneezed into the handkerchief, the force of the sneezes shaking him slightly. Gerhard could feel the cloth get drenched with spray from Dali, and from the way the other was snuffling, he knew he needed to blow. He turned the handkerchief over and held it over his nose. “Blow.”

Dali protested. “I am not a child, I can take care of my ow…own….Hhh… f-huuugck– hHHRRZZSCHHH’HUE!!.....Ahh- hahh..! hHZNGT’SHUE! Hh’IZZSCHh! hhheh’IZZSHhiew!”

“That was impressive, is your nose done throwing a temper tantrum?” Gerhard asked with a slight smile in his tone. Dali blushed and wiped his running nose with his sleeve. “I believe I am done for now. That was undignified.”

"Bless you," Gerhard said warmly, his voice filled with compassion. He kept the handkerchief in place until he was sure Dali was done sneezing, then gently wiped Dali's nose. The poor thing looked so red and itchy. And Gerhard knew this cold was a bad one.

As they lay there, the warmth of the fire and their closeness offered a soothing comfort. Dali closed his eyes, feeling the heavy weight of exhaustion start to lift as he relaxed into Gerhard's embrace. The night outside remained shrouded in fog, but inside the manor, there was a palpable sense of peace and love.

Just as Dali began to drift off, the persistent tickle in his nose returned. He tried to ignore it, not wanting to worry Gerhard. "Heh... heh..." His breath hitched, and he desperately tried to hold back the sneeze, hoping it would pass.

Gerhard, ever perceptive, noticed the struggle. "Let them happen sneezy head!" he posed smirking, his hand still resting on Dali's arm.

Dali nodded, trying to convince himself as much as Gerhard. "I think—ah... Hh’KZZHhshew! Hh’Tszchiiiew!” he sneezed abruptly, unable to hold it back any longer.

"Bless you," Gerhard said warmly, his voice filled with compassion. He kept the handkerchief in place until Dali was done, then gently wiped Dali's nose. Despite the comfort, the persistent tickle in Dali's nose was growing more insistent, signaling an impending sneezing fit.

Dali's breath began to hitch, and he could feel the sneezes building up. "Heh... heh..." He tried to stifle them, but it was no use. The tickle was too strong.

Gerhard, ever attentive, quickly moved closer, handkerchief at the ready. "It's alright, Dali. Just let them out," he said gently, his voice filled with reassurance.

Dali's breath hitched again, and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Heh... HIH’TSHHEW!!! Heh... ah... HIH’TSHHEW… HIH’TSHHEW!" Each sneeze shook his frame, and Gerhard was there to catch them all with the handkerchief, he could feel the other's nose twitching under the fabric. "Bless you, Dali," Gerhard said warmly, his eyes filled with concern and affection. He kept the handkerchief in place, ensuring Dali's nose was covered.

Dali managed a weak smile between sneezes, grateful for Gerhard's care. "Th-thank you, Gerhard. I'm sorry... heh... HIH’TSHHEW!" Another sneeze escaped, and Dali sighed in frustration. "They're not stopping."

Gerhard rubbed Dali's back soothingly. "It's alright. Just let them out. I'll help you," he said, his voice calm and supportive.

Dali's breath hitched again, and he could feel a particularly stubborn sneeze building. "Heh... heh... ah..." He struggled, the sneeze stuck and refusing to come out.

Gerhard, noticing Dali's struggle, gently tilted Dali's head towards him and using his fingernail and rubs his angry septum. The light touch seemed to intensify the tickle in his nose, coaxing the stubborn sneeze out. "Heh... heh... ah... HIH’TSHHEW!" The sneeze finally escaped, bringing a sense of relief.

"Bless you," Gerhard repeated, his hand still holding the handkerchief to Dali's nose. "You're doing great. Just a few more I know they are so big, you can do it."

Dali nodded, his breath hitching once more. "Heh... hhUH-! HH!! hHEH-ESSCHHheuhww!!!" The sneezes came in rapid succession, each one caught by Gerhard with care.

After a few more sneezes, the fit finally subsided, leaving Dali exhausted but relieved.

Gerhard smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair from Dali's forehead. "You're welcome, Dali. I'll always be here to take care of you," he said softly.

-the end

[tackykachowch]

How it feels to not like timebomb after s2

[wikihowhowtoexist]

You're a colourful bunch...

[slackershipper]

still thinking about choicale from time to time... the au that sometimes grabs hold of my head is one where cale dies while fighting the hunters and, instead of actually being dead, he regresses all the way to the first day he woke up as cale henituse. turns out the god of death has put this condition on him when he switched the souls, because he didn't expected krs!cale to be this... effective. he knew the guy could do this, but to not die at least once...? it made he even forget about it.

then, since he died, the others... don't react all that well. berserk mode on. choi han decides to make a deal with the god of death again, since he can use all his life span, which in turn would make the other dragons (still not so sure with it will be only raon and eruhaben or if mila, dodori and rasheel will do it too) make a deal with the god too. then everyone would go back to the past while offering the rest of their life span, probably tying it with cale's life span or something.

cale would be unaware of all of this until he meets choi han and is greeted with a hug instead of a suspicious stare. and if raon gets to them earlier than he should and with company, who is cale to complain?

[oso-nan]

im gonna see your insides before this nights through!

[leronboi]

Drew Kale in my sketchbook and decided to draw him digitally

[ragingbullmode]

some liner looks i remembered to save… watermelon is from today 🍉💚

(they/them only)

[bricky-brikson]

I am perfectly normal about the Psychonauts timeline

Spoiler warning for...everything.

As I was playing Psychonauts 2, I had a vibe that Ford and the Psychic Seven were active during the late 1920s, early 1930s, mostly because of the Model T Ford in Cruller's Correspondence, but also because of the biplane in the diorama of Ford fighting Maligula from Fatherland Follies. But there were some issues with that - namely the Feel Mobile which resembles more a model of van released around 1964. I feel compelled to mention it looks like the Motherlobe is trapped in the 70s, technology-wise.

So I looked up the timeline on the Psychonauts fandom wiki, as well as the blurb from Psychonauts about the history of Whispering Rock. And while clicking through the wiki, I found a copy of the Li-Po document, which contains the following line:

[...] when [Ford Cruller] was [...] away fighting for the Lincoln Brigade in the Spanish Civil War [...]

Firstly, based.

Secondly, that means Ford had to be at least 16* by 1937 (when American volunteers were sent to Spain). At least if we are to believe that this...very specific part of the Li-Po document is still canon. Which...I mean, we could. We know Ford was already an adult when he assembled the Psychic Seven, but we don't know how old he was. From the looks of him in the mental vaults and illustrations, he was definitely older than 16 (considering the full moustache). Meaning that it is possible Ford spent his younger years fighting in the Lincoln Brigade, then when he matured started looking more into his and others' psychic powers.

Possible? Yes. Plausible? Ehhh...considering the story of Psychonauts 2 is deeply tied to the trauma the Psychic Seven endured surrounding the Grulovian Civil War then the Deluge of Grulovia, I doubt that Ford's previous involvement in a very bloody battalion (22.5% of Lincoln Battalion fighters died in the Spanish Civil War) would have gone unmentioned. Since it makes no appearance in Psychonauts 2, I think it's safe to say it's no longer canon.

So where does that leave us? With the only statement from the devs (specifically Tim Schafer himself) that points us towards a date for the game's events:

"We think of it as taking place in the 80's but not necessarily the 80's, in case we need a piece of technology that we're stealing from the 90's."

So...that leaves us with a year range of 1980 to 1999. However, if technology is an issue (specifically, taking place during the 80s but needing some tech from the 90s), that means the game probably takes place in the late 80s, early 90s. I interpret this as being between 1987 and 1993. So, we've narrowed it down! Based on my arbitrary definition of "late" and "early"!**

Is there any way to narrow it down further? Unfortunately, not from what I can find - the tech we see in the Motherlobe is more reminiscent of the 60s and 70s (the computers we see on peoples' desks and in Sasha's lab look akin to a Xerox Alto, which came out in 1973), and I don't know enough about the history of other technology we see in-game to infer information about the timeline. If someone else has knowledge about things I may have missed that point us towards a date, please reblog and let me know!

Now, before I get into what I see as the timeline, I do want to address Maloof's line when you release him from the GPC.

"Nah, the staff hasn't put any kids in the GPC since the fifties."

Which goes against the timeline written on the log in the parking lot (which states that Whispering Rock Summer Camp was only created 5 years ago). I'm leaning more toward the written lore, since it's entirely possible Maloof is misinformed. After all, this is his first time at the camp. It's entirely possible Bobby (or another camper) has been lying to Maloof about the history of the staff's use of the GPC. For this reason, I'm disregarding this conflicting bit of evidence.

So! On to the actual timeline - at least, what I think it is. Starting from the beginning and working our way to the present day. I will represent the dates as a range, so "1987 - 1993" means "between 1987 and 1993." It doesn't mean that whatever event took place took that long, just that it happened at some point within that range. Good? Good! Let's go.

Brick's Speculative Psychonauts Timeline

1487 - 1493: A psitanium meteor strikes the area that will eventually be known as Whispering Rock, leaving behind a psitanium deposit.

1787 - 1793: A local indigenous group starts working with the psitanium, creating the arrowheads found in the first game, and names the area Whispering Rock (just, in their language, not English)

1887 - 1893: The mining town of Shaky Claim is established as part of the gold rush, except they're mining for psitanium. The psitanium deposit severely worsens the mental health of the people there.

1888 - 1894: The first case of 'Paranormal Hysteria' diagnosed in Shaky Claim.

1912 - 1918: Houston Thorney constructs Thorney Towers Home for the Disturbed. Ford Cruller is born.

1927 - 1933: Houston Thorney commits suicide. The town's population is less than the amount of patients in Thorney Towers.

1932 - 1938: Thorney Towers Home for the Disturbed is closed but some patients still remain. The remaining residents of the valley leave and the area is flooded, resulting in Lake Oblongata.

[At some point, Ford assembles the Psychic Seven]

1967 - 1973: The Psychic Six fight Maligula. Grulovia is flooded then trapped below the frozen floodwaters. Helmut Fullbear is presumed dead. Shortly thereafter, Ford uses the Astralathe to modify the memories of Lucretia and Augustus, then to break his own mind.

[At some point, Charlie Psycho Delta is established then swiftly abandoned]

1982 - 1988: Whispering Rock Summer Camp is established.

1987 - 1993: The events of Psychonauts, Psychonauts: The Rhombus of Ruin, and Psychonauts 2 take place all within about a week (and that's being generous).

So there! That's what I think the timeline is. Again, if you have any feedback or want to point out something I missed, please let me know! I'm new to the games/lore/fandom so 'tis entirely possible!

The implications of this timeline are...interesting. The fact that during the fight with Maligula, something that was supported by multiple countries, they're using planes from the 1910s when it's at least 1967...the world of the Psychonauts isn't less technologically advanced - they have a jet that rivals ones from 2024! So I have no clue what that biplane is doing in Gristol's memory of the fight with Maligula. Unless we consider Gristol an unreliable narrator for that detail - but even then I'm unsure why he wouldn't have assumed they were using modern technology...? IDK. It's weird.

Anyways, if you got this far, thanks for reading! I'm flattered. I always love picking apart lore and timeline details like this, no matter the fandom I'm in. So consider this my hello to the Psychonauts fandom :-)

*According to the Wikipedia page for the Lincoln Battalion, that's probably the youngest any American volunteers were. ** The way I see it: if it ends in 1/2/3, it's early. If it ends in 4/5/6, it's mid. if it ends in 7/8/9, it's late.

[merlinmerlot]

i finally finished bg3

and it only took me [looks at steam]

SIX HUNDRED HOURS

[caramelmochacrow]

happy birthday weronikaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

[badlydrawnsbahj]

i hate. hands. dies. and backgrounds.

[stormyoceans]

NEVER WENT FROM "AWW THEY'RE SO CUTE" TO "OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD JESUS CHRISTT HOLY SHIT" FASTER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

[elkkiel]

I have been in powerpoint design hell all week, and I had like 2 crits within like three hours on it. just today. but I got that shit submitted 30 min before end of day and the project manager said it looked really good B)

fuck powerpoint all my homies hate powerpoint

[solar-halos]

why is descendants part 4 lowkey peak

[ap-sadistics]

GOD.

H. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DIDNT EXPECT AN S RANK FR. hgbkdjfljsdlk. i am NOT good at hi fi rush (getting just timing specifically.) but i was attempting to get the 30x multiplier power up tower up challenge. and did not realize that the timing did not matter here. i think. the multiplier is what determines your rank.... bruh..... BUT AAAAAAAAAAA I DID IT I S RANKED POWER UP TOWER UP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

also. ahdksjkdf looke at this

this was literally the previous attempt skdjfhkjdllk. i wasnt trying to the high score on this i was focusing on clearing the partner power up tower up challenge. so my score is shit. but *points*. look at my highest combo tho. going ham.

[stellarartworks]

art assignment: do a crossover between two stories and show how the characters would interact.

me: WWHAT IF THE BLORBOS GO TO WADDLE DEE TOWN AND HAVE FUN??? MAKE FRIENDNS???? 🥺 🥺🥺

… maybe not pg and gorimondo though, they might try to kill each other