#bc now is time to work on spooky concepts!!

[indivisiblecell]

"fight me"

[sparkles-and-trash]

our children, ourselves, dabihawks (happy todofam au) drabble ~

Being a parent was never a part of the plan for either of the pro heroes.

For Keigo it was such foreign concept, family and children own his own, and for Touya... well, he frankly felt like he had babysat enough for a lifetime.

He loved his siblings and all, but he knew all too well how much work little brats were.

But life has a funny way of making you eat your words, and when the fact that kids are coming start sinking in the two of them react very differently.

Keigo's startled and surprised, naturally, but he's also a hopeless optimist that carries the genuine faith that everything will work out in the end, and this is not different.

After all, he didn't exactly have anyone who cared for him in any right way when he was a chick, and he turned out... okay.

So he figures that with him and Touya having all the resources they have. the Todoroki family, their friends, a safe home, each other, they'll be all okay, of course they will!

Touya panics.

Sure he's babysat a lot, but he's never had to be responsible for a whole new human life! He's barley keeping himself alive, hell, he's barley keeping Keigo alive, and now they have to make sure a whole new person is good all the time?

Oh, he's panicking alright, and Keigo's stupid lax attitude isn't doing anything to help, thank you very much!

Then they arrive.

Yeah.

Both of them.

Twins.

One girl and one boy.

And with that, everything is turned upside down.

Keigo panics.

There are two little humans here now, all fresh and new and innocent, their dawny little wings barley there, their little tufts of hair always sticking right up, and they need their dads' help with everything.

Not only that, but they're going to grow up, get bigger, become their own little people, they'll make friends and go to school and fall on love, oh and they're gonna get hurt, no matter what Keigo does they will get hurt, because that's life, and...

Keigo does not know how to deal with any of this.

Touya, on the other hand, holds them for the first time, sees their little hands grab his finger, their little eyes take in the world, and he know they'll be okay.

He already loves them so, so much, he knows he'll do whatever it takes, and he knows that it'll be enough.

With time Keigo mellows out a little, but he stays the worried parent for the first few years.

When they're still babies he has all these apps to keep track of their development, he's crazy about feed and nap schedules, he plays them Mozart to "stimulate their brains" ("Keigo, they're four months they barley have brains"), but his confidence slowly grows.

Touya, while a little more relaxed, still loves to have the little ones near him all the time, he constantly carries them around, and when they get a little bit older they end up clinging onto him like little monkeys, and he just kinds goes with it lmao.

When the twins get a little older the boy (Haruto, Haru for short), starts to look a lot like Touya and Shouto did when they were kids, which makes Touya a tiny bit overprotective at times, especially since Haru is the quiet and shy type.

The girl (Haya) is a lot more like Keigo, cheeky smile and lots of freckles, wild hair and self assurance.

When she gets older she gets really into all things spooky, and Touya loves to introduce her to everything fro Luigi's mansion to Goosebumps, and it becomes a big bonding thing for the two of them.

Touya's also the one to braid her long, wild hair, which drives Keigo crazy bc he tries so hard to learn but his stupid talons keeps getting caught and messing it all up.

When Haru's confidence issues starts to show up, it's Keigo he'll go to for advice and talks about it.

One of the young boy's biggest insecurities is that, while he is the twin with the strongest wings and the air related quirk, he is terrified of heights, and Keigo really wants to help him to be able to share the sky with him, but also he sees how much it tears the kid up inside, that he too longs to fly, and together they're working on it.

Both Touya and Keigo is under the impression that they're the parent the kid tells their secrets to, but in reality both kids go to both parents to make sure they both feel special.

It works for a surprisingly long time, but that's another story.

[whimsyvixen]

Been thinking about the guy from the movie Hush (2016) as well as Dominic from The Dare (2019). My brain has been going nuts with so many ideas.

Like, thinking about taking some themes and concepts from said movies, as well as from movies like Pet (2016), Haunt (2019) and You're Next (2011).

I recommend these movies if you haven't seen them! Could give good ideas/concepts for fics, they've actually inspired me and the texas chainsaw massacre game bc of Johnny huehuehue

Well, anon, spooky season is almost here 👻 🎃 so now would be a great time to start working on those ideas.

I'll make sure to save those movies to my watchlist so I can see them when I get a chance. Thank you!

[frankenjoly]

Hi Clau!!! Hope you’re well <3

“Stay with me?” + kousano 👀👀

per our dms chat this is platonic koyo & yosano but there's also bonus skk lkjslkjslkdf let's say this is some joint ada-pm mission with an ability user that brings painful memories out bcs this is always a handy concept

koyo & yosano + “stay with me”

“What did you see?” Kôyô broke the heavy silence, and she turned her head to the side, staring at her more than bewildered.

Yosano wasn’t confused due to not understanding the question itself, though, but the fact she was asking her in the first place; they weren’t friends, barely acquaintances, and the effect of such an ability made one envision their most painful memories. So, quite the way to expose yourself.

‘Stay with me.’ She had heard, and the voice had sounded so like his.

“A friend I found and lost when I was a kid.” Getting the full story, from her lips at least, was a privilege Yosano reserved for a few. But she supposed sharing a few details couldn’t hurt. “Older than me, but still so damn young. His face was kinda blurry, since it’s been so long… but his voice, that I remember as clear as day.” It still haunted her, after all.

There was no time for silence to settle back in, since Kôyô chose to open up as well.

“I saw the man who was to be my companion towards the light, had that been really attainable.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Yosano wanted to say it had been and still was attainable, and had examples to back such a claim up (Kyôka, without going further). But she chose not to: after all, there was no saving someone who didn’t want to be saved.

“Likewise.” Kôyô simply replied, nodding. “We should get moving.”

They still weren’t friends, and Yosano might still hold a little grudge when it came to how the woman beside her had handled Kyôka moving on at first, how she had relentlessly hurt Atsushi. But (not so) deep down, there was also the knowledge that she could have been the same, were circumstances different. And so, she chose being cordial if nothing else.

skk  + “stay with me”

“What did you see?” Dazai asked when Chûya was still trying to fully calm down and honestly, if the question didn’t work as a grounding method, he would have considered punching him.

“Pfft, what didn’t I see.” Was his first answer, groaning.

‘Stay with me.’ Every single voice had said, and they all sounded so fucking real it was spooky as hell even after having dealt with way worse stuff.

“Oh, was it everyone you’ve ever let down? Then the list must be quite long, right Chûya?”

“It was everyone I’ve ever lost, bitch. Which you probably had already guessed with that big brain of yours.” Then there came another groan, but despite everything, he was now close to smirking. Annoying as Dazai was, the bantering helped a lot when it came to picking a distraction; his heartbeat seemed to be getting back to its usual pace. “Besides…” Now he straight up snickered. “One, you’re one to talk, when the list of women you’ve upset alone is taller than Kunikida. And two, I’d love to see you dealin’ with that shit, But ‘course, you had to be a lucky bastard who’s never affected by this stuff.”

“At least I was there to help you snap out of it, you should thank me instead.” But Dazai had barely finished speaking when Chûya stuck his tongue out at him as if they were teenagers again.

“I’d thank you if you had gotten rid of the whole clusterfuck earlier.”

(Also on ao3.)

[ashen-crest]

this isn't wbw but can I hear more about stray spirit bc the concept of temporary spirits that will kill u if they possess u is SO cool 👀👀👀

def!!

In the world of The Stray Spirit, spirits are formed over time. ~Something underground which we learn about in book 2~ periodically releases spirit energy, which energy latches onto nature and slowly forms a spirit. That's how we get forest spirits, river spirits, etc.

However, every now and then, this energy gets released too quickly. This event is called a surge. It's real fun- there's earthquakes, there's sparkly energy in the air, latching onto living things and hurting them. Good times!

One side-effect of these surges is the formation of remnants: bundles of spirit energy that kind of glob together and form too quickly. They're half-spirits- they're almost there, but they didn't form right, and they're desperate for something to latch onto to survive. Unfortunately, latching onto a living thing kills both them and the host, so...it's a short-lived existence.

Because these things look kind of like moving spiderwebs, some people call them forest ghosts. Each area has its own local folklore surrounding them and their origins (since technically no one knows how the spirit energy works yet!), but one common superstition is to touch a piece of wood and invoke the protection of the goddess Hara whenever one is seen or mentioned.

Here's an excerpt from The Stray Spirit where our main trio sees one for the first time:

Next to [Emry], Cal leaned forward to inspect the landscape.  “What’s that?” Emry followed her gaze over the mossy wall.  He didn’t see them at first—they were barely visible in the sunlight, like spiderwebs floating in the breeze. But when his eyes did focus on them, it was difficult to look away. Two concentrations of silvery mist twisted in the air, sliding up against tree trunks, then melting off. Occasionally, they would form a tendril in the shape of a wing or a claw, dragging it along the earth before morphing back into a shapeless form. As they stretched in a slow desperation over the ground, the moss and foliage beneath them shriveled and darkened. “Remnants?” Emry whispered. As he spoke, one of the claw shapes reached lazily in their direction. He shivered and touched the wooden lute on instinct. “I don’t like them.” Aspen started quiet, then grew more insistent. “I don’t like them at all. We need to leave.” “Everything’s fine, Aspen.” Cal set a hesitant hand on the lute. “They don’t seem to be doing anything—” A squirrel skittered down one of the dead trees toward the nearest remnant, its tail dusted with charcoal. It regarded the floating mist with a tilt of its head, then turned to hop off—but the remnant was too quick. It dove straight into the creature, the mist siphoning into its fur in a blink. The squirrel flashed white once, then fell unmoving into the leaves. Cal swallowed and took the lute from Emry. “Yes, good idea. Time to leave.”

I realize this makes it sound like The Stray Spirit is a particuarly ~spooky~ book, but I promise it's not! The remnants are about as spooky as the book gets. It's technically a higher-stakes cozy fantasy with a second-chance romance subplot.

[eddiediazes]

temptation tuesday

okay i’m trying my hand at this this week for the first time! since i didn’t get in on the fun last week bc i was klmasdf Suffering. so i got tagged by @diazass for temptation tuesday, so here are some wips i have that i’m considering getting back into and/or possibly writing for the big bang?? in part i may be using this to decide what i’m writing for the big bang if any of y’all like any of these.

1. 118 ghost hunters au - i’ve shared from this verse a couple of times but it’s actually a wacky little thing i’ve dreamed up where the 118 (minus eddie bc he just moved to la) are LA’s only official team of ghost hunters, and they’re state/city funded just like other emergency workers but for ghosts. so ghosts are kind of a known entity but not everyone believes in them - but the supernatural is real, eddie’s house is actually haunted, and buck has a messed up trauma backstory relating to his own personal supernatural experience :) also. ghosts so i get to indulge my own interest in Spooky

2. action star buck / fight coordinator eddie - i have also posted excerpts from this like a thousand years ago now but. basically buck is an actor and the star of a popular action franchise (something like a blend between mission impossible and john wick) and he keeps insisting on doing his own stunts, and bobby and chim, who work with him, are genuinely concerned about him and think he isn’t coming at it from a healthy place. enter eddie, a mostly retired stunt coordinator who now runs a gym with lena bosko, who gets Pulled Back In For One Last Job by chim, because bobby thinks he could help out with buck. cue resentment and distance slowly building into friendship and then they fall in love :) also you know. movie sets and fight scenes and dangerous stunts and buck having Issues with thinking he’s expendable.

3. buck is a mind reader - i still don’t have much of this, but i like what i wrote - so it’s that fic based on the concept that buck actually can read minds like we all joked about but. i ended up going with him always having been able to instead of getting it from the lightning - with the one hitch that he cannot read eddie’s mind, kind of like how edward can’t read bella’s mind in twilight???? i’m a cornball i know i get it

4. hunter eddie au - this is also more vague and could maybe be combined with the above idea depending on how i handled it all but basically one night i spent like kasmdlf an hour or something spiraling in kaitlin @iinryer‘s dms over the concept of eddie being raised as a hunter (yes like supernatural style) and like. feeling very trapped by the system of violence and like the only thing he’s good for is hunting but then he meets buck who is some kind of supernatural creature and eddie doesn’t realize at first and he’s doing a lot of hard work on his own to rise above the way he was raised and the kind of things his dad said about “monsters” and then eventually he finds out about buck and - well. you know. you get it

5. eddie goes back to el paso - this fic has no real plot but it is like. my baby my cinnamon apple. originally i started it after 5b after hero complex and i was like. what if eddie stayed in el paso for a while to fix things with his family and then he invited buck to join him. and then instead it eventually became actually what if frank encouraged eddie to go back to el paso to really fully confront things instead of just taking a quick visit and he suggested eddie also take like. a safe person for himself and eddie was like well obviously that would be buck so then they go to el paso together and eddie walks buck through like. all his childhood memories and all the places he grew up and like. idk that’s the whole fic. but i think about her a lot sdkalfm

SORRY I’VE NEVER SHUT UP ONE DAY IN MY LIFE this is so many words about my silly little ideas. i’ll tag @spaceprincessem @comaboybuck @buckactuallys @iinryer @gayeddieagenda @fallingthorns @colonoscopys and anybody else who sees this and wants to do it please feel free to say i tagged you!

thank you to anyone who reads klmasdf any of this. please do tell me if they sound interesting. thanks bye <3

[memberment]

Genesis

I have spent multiple hours trying to figure out custom typable fonts. I cannot anymore. I'm doing this the difficult way. ANYWAYS. I'm off to work. Updates will be later. Also, you guys might wanna start writing shit down LMAOOOOO

10:12 Hi guys I'm inside and so sad I had to reconcept half of my cypher to make it typeable. SO FUCKING UPSET!!!

Anyways yap session soon, stay tuned.

11:26 Chapter 12 is done (and is titled Coincidences Do Not Exist., whatever that means.) and I have fixed my art. Also new trin post is up. Y'ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?????

Chapter. Tomorrow. Swear. I would absolutely love it if one of y'all could beta it though bc am nerves. With that being said, I'm off to concept an TWO ANGELS for everyone to fight together in chapter thirteen. I LIED ACTUALLY THAT'S GONNA BE CHAPTER FOURTEEN. BC I NEED TO INTRODUCE TWEEK AND CRAIGS MAGICAL GIRL FITS PROPERLY AND IT WOULD BE WEIRD IF I DID IT IN A CHAPTER THAT'S LIKE AROUND EVERYONE. OKAY BUT I STILL GOTTA DO THAT GOOD BYE.

12:22 have done nothing actually productive yet but now the trin tumblr has music. well one song. in specific. that was chosen for a specific reason. ANYWAYS. back to NOT DOING ANYTHING IM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING LFMAOOO

2:04 I am officially 40.2k deep and halfway through chapter 13. I am not mad that I had to do a slight re-order, because this actually works better. But. ALL OF THE SWEETNESS AND WHOLESOMENESS GOING ON IS SO BORING. NO ONE TOLD ME THAT WHEN I WOULD FINALLY START WRITING ANGST FLUFF WOULD ACTUALLY BECOME DIFFICULT TO WRITE. LIKE HELLO??????

anyways. I'm jumping off keyboard for a bit bc it is TIME! TO! DRAW! TAMMY! (and then I get to draw the boys and all I feel is fear.)

Its 7:26. Tammy is almost done I just need to shade her and fix her face and do her background.

Also I spent two fucking hours fucking with css for chapter 13. Guys when I tell you that was the most garbage shit ever like I don't hate ao3, I love ao3, but I HATE AO3 OH MY GOD. I did not concept the double angels but I DID concept the angel that is being fought in chapter thirteen. Hint. This chapter is called Water World. Spooky. Anyways I'm at 40.4 and chapter 13 is now slightly more halfway done LMAOOOO

[doodlegirl1998]

I'm thinking about the powers of MHA and how trying to explain it with science is not as cool as people initially thought. Why? "Well for a eye to shot laser on command it would require to do X and Y which could result in the person being blind before before reaching 20"

Scott Summer from the Xmen deals with a similar dilemma and in some alt universes he does lose his sight in some capacity, but in the main line...aside from some bizarre retcons as his eyes being portals, it is a power it doesnt need much explanation.

He can shoot things with his eye laser, pretty simple.

In mha? Not so much. Bc aside Dabi, Aoyama and Izu...no one has issues with their quirks hurting them. No one is curious about it and....the powers presented on the characters are there just for a gag.

In the provencial license second chance, Shoto and Camie sees lil kids, my dude, there a kid who has a canon in his mouth. How science can explain that?

Izu can analyse the quirks but he does in a way that is still linked to fantasy. No one in the real world will ever have a cannon mouth(forever bitter Hori made Izu analysing quirks as a "har har isnt that guy spooky?! Hoe funny")

I think it boils down to two things.

1) NO ONE IS INTERESTED IN THEIR OWN QUIRK "OH I CAN FLY? MEH WHATEVER "

2)Hori has no thought behind any of the powers and it is only there for a cool shot and never again.

That's my take.

Hi @mikeellee 👋,

Here's the thing. I love the idea of these powers being grounded in realism to a degree - I feel like there's a lot of good plot points and realism to be explored in a universe like MHA.

Izuku having to use his smarts to figure out how to not break his bones with OFA as well as OFA being his only power? - An interesting plot point! And a good way to show off Izuku's smarts too when he works out what to do with OFA.

The consequences of quirk marriages - having a power very ill suited to their body through Dabi? - An interesting plot point! Because if superpowers came into our universe you bet narcissistic, Power hungry assholes like Endeavor would have marriages like this.

A power ill-suited for their body like Aoyama? Could tie into the quirk singularity theory that Hori brought up now and again if he didnt make Aoyama a previously quirkless person who got his quirk from AFO!

The problem is, as you said, these issues coincide with people seemingly having a lack of interest about their power. Which doesn't make sense actually. Because I can imagine there should be tonnes of people, like Izuku, gagging to study quirks!

Think of how many Scientists, Doctors and Authors we have in our universe - the concept of quirks is essentially science fiction and magic made life. I know I, if I were in MHA, would be just like Izuku thinking about how cool this all is and wanting to help people with their quirk powers. Especially if there were people like Izuku, Dabi and Aoyama out there needing help with their quirks.

To answer your two concluding points -

1) the attitude of "MEH whatever" that people in MHA have to their quirks. Doesn't make sense to me on a fundamental level because, sure while some would take that attitude, there should be more like Izu (and AFO) interested in quirks out there.

2) Hori doesn't seem to think through the quirks he gives his characters anymore, let alone explore them or give them any limitations which is also why Izuku isn't allowed to care for it anymore either. It can make MHA feel infuriating at times.

[maxwellohwell]

Just a lil ramble vent

No one warns you about how brutal the transition from sheltered teenager to functioning adult is. All I've ever wanted was freedom, I love it. I was born an observer, its just in my nature. I love existing with the environment around me. I love walking in the rain, watching houses and cars and trees and boats and signs out from the window of a bus or a train, my favourite colours are pink or sunshine yellow but I always cave for a spooky grey/blue/purple colour scheme, my favourite food has always been spaghetti bolognese or pancakes, and the only times I remember that I am not a disembodied voice is when I look at myself in the mirror and dont identify with the body that I am in because I see myself as more of a concept then a human being. I've always been the secondary character in the stories of the people around me who always had something going on. In those stories I was the love interest who was too busy staring out the window to notice anything around them, I was the creepy mean "goth" that was added into the series to say weird stuff for laughs and to spite the protagonists, I was the best friend with bad advice, I was the child who was never allowed to grow up bc that meant her mother was growing old. Freedom feels like the morning sun beaming onto your face through fluffy white clouds or a day full of peaceful rain, and for me the only time I feel the warm rays of hope and tranquility is when chasing it hasn't been beaten out of me with the worried words of my overly paranoid mother or the judgemental looks of the people who can read the script.

So over the past weeks I've been moving out. I turned 18 half a year ago and my life has been slowly sinking like a ship for a while now. My mother is getting evicted and so I finally get to jump ship. Not exactly the "running away to the sunny city without telling anybody, going to the gym dressed as barbie while drinking a strawberry mango smoothie and getting money for writing emails in an office cubical" escape plan, but falling in love (i think, I dont entirely know if I even know what romantic attraction feels like) despite the fact that I live for being entirely alone and moving in with him works ig. But I've found myself in this weird tug-a-war while Im stuck between the two places, where I feel the beginnings of the freedom I've been wanting while Im away but then I need to go back to roleplaying an 8 yr old to survive. My mental health decreases while Im in that environment where I cant make my own choices, but I re-enter the adult world every few days and I feel paralyzed by the fear that Im going to break an unspoken rule and get yelled at for existing without supervision. Becoming an adult is very much just learning that its okay to exist and then teaching urself all the stuff you know that you dont know that you should know but you weren't taught bc growing up is illegal.

My entire life so far has been me waiting for this moment and I feel like Im wasting it by having these cognitive behavioural issues even though developing those wasn't at all my fault. One of my most vivid memories from highschool was walking with the vice principal while I was on my way to class. We happened to be going in the same direction and she started talking about how much she missed being young and free and how I should "treasure my teenage years while I still have them", and I remember that so clearly because of how little sense it made to me. My teenage years had no walks in the rain because "what if your kidnapped", my teenage years had no car rides because we were poor, my teenage years had no train rides because I had no where to go, my teenage years had no pink because I had to be the scary mean "goth" girl because no one messes with you if ur scary enough, my teenage years had no pancakes or spaghetti because I wasnt allowed to use the stovetop. How am I supposed to appreciate that? As an adult, you are in control. You shouldn't take your eyes off the road while you're driving. In my adult life I am happy. Everyday I wake up at 6am-8am, make my bed and watch youtube while I eat my pancakes, brush my teeth, go walk on the beach if I feel up to it, then I either go to the job that I love bc I chose it or play video games, do some chores, then I watch youtube with my boyfriend until I fall asleep. I do not want to leave that.

[earth2068]

hey so if i'm remembering correctly you said once on the discord that e2068 was originally a homestuck fansession idea- if you don't mind what were the characters' classpects and were they derse or prospit dreamers before this became... not a homestuck?

ok before i answer this question im gonna need everyone to abandon any concept of cringe culture still lingering in their hearts. find the part of you that says "homestuck is cringe" and just turn it off for the next 10 minutes. done? alright.

so yeah as ive admitted before on discord, the cast of earth 2068 originated from a homestuck fansession* i developed when i was a kid, first when i was 9 then reworked when i was 12. im specifying my age at the time so you understand how deep-rooted this is.

*a fansession is when you write a story in which ur ocs play the game that the plot of homestuck revolves around. its pretty fun! you develop the kind of planet theyd have, their classpects, etc, good character building exercise imo

the pre-scratch** session was composed of the 5 ARACHNID members, flynn, vermillion, violet, lucille and viridian (screw homestuck naming conventions theyre stupid), with the post-scratch** session having leon, phil, jordan, and two characters who would eventually be combined with each other when i wasnt looking to become daniya.

**dont ask what a scratch is, it basically means everyones parents get to be teenagers and play the game in a different timeline.

every session ive seen written has an even number of players, so theyd be evenly divided between derse and prospit***. i, however, had five players in each session, so either one kingdom would have more players than the other, or i had to contrive some alternative. i ended up developing a third moon kingdom for the odd player out called vidium that was teal and kinda depressing. i BROKE homestuck rules for my Original Moon Kingdom Do Not Steal.

***depending on a characters personality they would wake up on one of two magical moon kingdoms when they go to sleep, either the purple and spooky derse, or the gold and fun prospit

i actually, on occasion, write an earth 2068 au in a series of google docs in which the characters get to play the session i planned for them all those years ago, which is entirely self-indulgent and only something i work on when im tremendously bored. i dont think ill be sharing it but if i do it will only be when people stop making fun of me for liking a webcomic when i was 9 years old

and now, what youve all been waiting for, the classpects of each character- under the cut bc Long

preface: these have changed a lot since i was 9. ill be giving the current classpects ive assigned them, the same ones i use for the session i write currently when im bored. ill let you know which ones have stayed the same.

ALSO- no one who analyzes classpects agrees what each class means, because very few of them were confirmed in canon! these are all dependent on my personal interpretations, which i believe are backed by canon, but people will disagree with me on a few of these and thats ok. just please shut up about it.

FLYNN - rogue of time; prospit dreamer ("but time players are always on derse-" shut up! <3). time is the aspect of, you know, time, as well as other things, mainly death, destruction and entropy. a rogue is a passive(+) class- one who steals their aspect or steals WITH their aspect, strictly for the benefit of others. so flynn is one who steals time, or steals with time. in the very first chapter, flynn steals exotic matter, a substance specifically used for the purpose of time travel, and gives it to vermillion, the one who needs it. his role in the "operation" hinges on being able to sway the timeline to save ten billion lives- stealing time (death/destruction) with time (time travel). and on a fundamental level, flynn is a person who will always, no matter what, protect the people who need protecting from those who would harm them.

VERMILLION - mage of mind; derse dreamer. mind is the aspect of decisions and their consequences; the general concept of causality. a mage is an active(-) class, one who is gifted/inflicted with knowledge of their aspect, and due to the type of person they are, keeps that knowledge to themselves, to carry that burden so no one else has to. so a mage of mind is someone with a great understanding of causality- being the one plotting an operation to save the world via time travel requires the ability to predict the decisions other people will make, and the consequences theyll have, and this is a skill we see vermillion utilize a lot in the story (mostly in parts we havent gotten to). theyre the one who comes up with the plan, who decides what everyone else will be doing, and how that will help them, without needing to explain themselves. theyre a leader, but a difficult one, who doesnt intend on seeking feedback. verms main problem is how their emotions and insecurity in their sense of self cloud their judgement, and with heart being the aspect of emotion and the self and the antithesis to the mind aspect, it makes sense that a mind players biggest problem would be their heart.

LEON - knight of hope; prospit dreamer. hope is the aspect of positive emotion, as well as optimism and belief. in the right hands, its one of the strongest aspects. a knight is an active(-) class, one who equips themselves with their aspect in order to weaponize it. on two separate occasions, weve seen leon experience extreme anxiety or anger before immediately covering it up to appease phil; he throws up a mask to protect himself and the people he loves. this is weaponizing hope, equipping himself with his ability to see the best in a situation, and put on a happy face to keep things stable. hes a theatre major, and puts those acting skills to use whenever he can. its easy to see this as an unhealthy classpect, and it sort of is, but its real strength comes from how leon is at his most powerful, most influential, when hes guided by his love for other people, and his belief in his own ability. this is one of the few classpects that has stayed the same since leons creation!

PHIL - thief of heart; derse dreamer. as i mentioned earlier, heart is the aspect of emotions and the self. meanwhile, a thief is the active(-) counterpart to the rogue, so while the rogue steals for the sake of others, the thief steals for the sake of themselves. in multiple ways, phil steals facets of other peoples identities and emotions for himself- he steals data from peoples devices, he forces leon to kiss him (stealing leons autonomy, not allowing him to express his feelings on the matter beforehand, to enforce his own desires and emotions), he creates a dynamic with leon where he cant express what hes truly wanting or feeling, he [CHAPTER 4 SPOILERS], [CHAPTER 6 SPOILERS], etc. phils emotions and identity are such powerful forces that those of others get trampled over, stolen for himself. this doesnt make him ontologically evil, its possible that he could use this for good, if only he could just point his black hole of a personality in the right direction, and learn to turn down his ego most of the time.

JORDAN - heir of space; vidium dreamer (odd player out). space is the antithesis to time. its the aspect of, you know, space, the physical universe and its spacial dimensions, but also of creation. the heir is passive(+), and a bit of a complicated class, that boils down to inviting change in their aspect, or inviting change THROUGH their aspect. as an heir of space, jordan invites change in or through creation. theyre a creator, a roboticist, but also a collaborator with phil, so her influence isnt as direct. they thrive in a guiding position, where she doesnt have unilateral control, but has power in their ideas and words. jordan is a very good leader in a creative setting who has yet to realize this about herself.

LUCILLE - witch of light; prospit dreamer ("lucille cant be a light player she doesnt talk a lot-" shut up! <3). lucilles classpect manifests mostly in her position as the "girl in the chair." shes a witch, the active(-) counterpart to the heir, which has the ability to directly change their aspect, or bring change through it. light is the aspect of knowledge/information, fortune, and "the spotlight," and in her position in the team, lucille manages the information passed between the team, and can change who knows what with a single click. her classpect makes her someone who changes light, or brings change through it. for example, she turned fortune in the chapter 2 pleapods fight in flynns favor by imparting Gun Knowledge onto him. shes a person who helps mainly by knowing who needs to have what information. also, this is the second of the classpects that have stayed the same!

VIOLET - maid of blood; derse dreamer. blood is the aspect of bonds, friendships, ties, etc. a maid is an active(-) class, which focuses on creating and maintaining their aspect ("thats not what i think a maid is-" shuuuuut uuuuuuuup! <3). so a maid of blood is someone who creates and maintains bonds between people. this is pretty spot on for violet! we see more of this with her character later, but within the group, she has the most emotional intelligence, and is very good at resolving tension within the group and dealing with interpersonal issues. and between her and viridian, who do you think was responsible for befriending vermillion, thus creating the friend group? violet is the glue that keeps the team together.

VIRIDIAN - page of void; vidium dreamer (odd player out). void is the most fascinating aspect to me- its the antithesis to light, and is the aspect of nothingness, of secrets, uncertainty, the unknown, and irrelevance. also pumpkins. and pages are the passive(+) counterpart to the knight, so the knight equips themselves with their aspect to weaponize it, and the page equips others with their aspect. pages are by far the weakest class initially, but after a long journey of self-discovery, can unlock the greatest potential within themselves, surpassing every other class in sheer power. viridian is a confusing person that few can truly understand. he knows who he is, and is very sure of himself, but others, not so much. he has this way of barely reacting to anything that makes everything around him seem insignificant. he even specializes in quantum mechanics, a field of science literally built around not being able to know things. his greatest strength is this bubble of void surrounding him, but never swallowing him. he equips everything around him with void, but barely ever has it himself

[the-cat-chat]

November 2, 2024

Fear Street Part One: 1994 (2021)

After a series of brutal slayings, a teen and her friends take on an evil force that's plagued their notorious town for centuries.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: To close off the spooky season, we end on a modern take on a slasher movie that I've been curious about for a while now.

The best way to describe this movie is if the CW decided to make a slasher movie but it's also rated R. It's a popcorn slasher. It's very dramatic and over the top. But I didn't hate it? It feels like the most juvenile rated R film, but it's also entertaining at the same time. I really like the concept of this connected anthology that jumps through time.

It's insane that one girl barely goes off the side of the road and somehow disturbs some crazy witch's grave. Was she buried only four inches in the dirt? And they go back later and find all this evidence like it's been lying there forever and not ten feet off the road.

I do have to ask why they never consider leaving town. Are they like trapped there? Stop running around town with a bunch of killers and hop on a plane at LAX with a dream and a cardigan?? Hello??

Also, our main character is kind of messed up. She's angry that her girlfriend moved to a rival town, broke up with her, and then got mad at her in a jealous rage that she moved on with a guy. Like grow up. Be mature. At the same time, it's crazy that the ex-girlfriend's new boyfriend is murdered in front of them and they don't really care. Sure he was a douche, but they're back together not even hours later. Screw him I guess?

Anywayssss. It isn't a perfect movie, but I am interested. They leave enough open to encourage you to watch the next movie and I have to admit it's working. I do want to know what happens next (or before?). So I'm sure we will be back to watch the others eventually.

Rating: 5.5/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: Following up Malignant could make anything look good, but his was still pretty iffy. The concept is good but the acting and follow through and dialogue is really cringe. Like these kids need to chillllllll. They’re doing too much. And I get that the town might influence the kids in Shadyside, but what’s the Sunnyvale peeps excuse? And the all the killers come back thing bc of a witch- cool. But uhhh let’s glorify drug dealing for half of the movie and then od the one girl (not to mention drown her too! 😱) and then give her enough epipens to kill a elephant?!?! And the bread slicer??? No. Sorry but no. It’s traumatic being subject to cringey teenager behavior one second and bread slicer deaths the next. I knew when I saw that thing. And I have a question. This stupid cop obviously knows what’s going on bc he slips a note in the door of someone that survived it before- but he could have hellllllppppped them. And then blaming everything on ax boy and bread slicer girl??? This town knows what’s going on- that poor boy was employee of the month FOR EVERY MONTH- how are you spinning this junkie story?!?! And she was the cheerleader?? And the girls still got this with in her. What the fluff man. And it’s bad. But I have to know what happens next. Like whatsssssss this witch’s game mannnn. And who was the copper in the past??? Plus the next one is supposed to have Sadie Sink, but it’s probably like Maya Hawk, where it’s 15 secs of screen time before the witch gets you. Also. That reminds me. So she wants the girl right. Bc she disturbed her grave. Right. But how was the witch just Willy nilly possessing all the other killers at random?? Did I miss that??

Rating: 4/10 Witches 🧙‍♀️

[ruscha]

re: prev post bc this was in the tags & it brought back memories.

i worked nights & early mornings in a dental lab for years and never personally saw/experienced anything so spooky i couldn't explain it, but i heard plenty of stories. caveat that a Lot of people i worked with smoked weed on their break when all the managers went home at about 11 pm. but there was lots of talk of carts moving thru the production floor by themselves, faces in the windows, weird noises or quirks in electronics etc.

for me it was mostly like. the closest to what the original concept of a liminal space was supposed to be. most of the lab was dark, only a few depts had lights and they were mostly weird fluorescents. some of the machines would stay on all night and hum. the air smelled different w/o people moving thru it like they did during the day. footsteps would echo further than normal. the places where you saw someone working 4 hours ago were vacant with all their tools scattered around them like they had been raptured. everything felt sort of off balance sometimes, like a funhouse, probably something abt the lack of light messing w/ your internal gyro.

not to mention, me personally, my circadian rhythm was such that i regularly felt like a zombie, so it was heavy teetering-on-the-edge-of-reality stuff a lot of the time. i had a lot of dissociation-like episodes and weird periods of mania while working there. my social life was bunk because i slept during the day when the rest of the world was doing its thing, so i'd go home at 4 am and just wander around my house until i passed out. very strange time. my fav song of that period was daysleeper by r.e.m. because it described my feelings about night shift perfectly.

anyways this post doesn't really have a purpose i just sort of like remembering those times and articulating my experiences now that i don't have to work there anymore. solidarity forever with people who work in the dark, i love you all so much

[rageofdyinglight]

All of my thoughts and reactions (that i remeber) to tma season 1 + the first 7 episodes of s2 because i didn’t get the chance to really live react

…

- heavily attached to jon but i can’t tell if i want him or want him to be my father

- actually had to skip most of ep 6 because it grossed me out too bad

- there’s so much reliance on remembering stuff from earlier episodes BUT IM STUPUD

- live laugh love gerard keay stupid emo ass

- dreamer is BY FAR my favorite episode it’s SO COOL the idea of the husks of almost dead people in the not quite right city, it’s actually really funny because i have a ttrpg character i’m playing right now that has a very very similar concept, down to the death omens, black tendrils, and even the pulsing red light leading to somewhere

- i tend to spoil myself for the sake of i want to know more about hyperfixation but can’t consume content fast enough to satiate so i’ve been looking into the entities and it’s fun to try to piece together which entity the ep is based around (bc i think that’s how it works)

- how did jon not realize the construction guy that pulled the tree up in ep 8(i think) is the same guy the priest saw pull up a tree in ep 19/20 what is he stupid even i figured that one out

- i’m having a terrible time here for someone who doesn’t really like body horror

- killing floor made me want to throw up easily most uncomfortable listen for me

- ep 31 is just a dude from europe experiencing Average Appalachian Activities lmao

- i must have missed them talking about jane before because when it started coming up originally i was so confused about what was going on

- as soon as they mentioned the delivery guys (likely the ones from the 2nd ep with the coffin) bringing that table i KNEW someone was going to get yoinked and i was RIGHT

- why was gertrude kind of a badass

- live laugh love mike crew

- seriously i cant wait to find out more about what was chasing him (<- his ass LOVES lightning imagery)

- LIVE LAUGH LOVE MICAHEL DISTORITION

- the technical effects on its voice is SO cool oh my god just the subtle clips and echos that add into the inhuman-ness is GRGEGHRGRGGRGR i’m biting at my enclosure

- also off handedly i wonder if michael is somehow tied to the bone tuner thing? bc it mentioned that dude having the long fingers and distorted limbs or whatever idk

- looking forward to more tales from tim on joe spooky

…

AND THATS IT FOR NOW- loving the show so far i’m excited to watch it unfold

[aworldofendlesswonder]

me, knowing full well im scared of 50% of the game: man i wanna replay portal 2

[shysneeze]

scary movies | robin buckley x reader

pt three of cliché bucket list but can easily be read standalone

description: robin and you have your first movie night, and robin has her film choosing privileges revoked instantly

warnings: spooky vibes at times, brief brief make out, swearing, food mention, robin is extra cheesy, i hate this one so much so apologies in advance, implied fem!reader bc i used the term girlfriend

cliché bucket list masterlist

...

“I’m pretty brave, you know,” You warn, flashing Robin a smile from the sofa, “So don’t be too offended if I don’t jump into your arms.” 

Robin grins to herself as she pushes the tape into the VCR. When she had first arrived at your door, arms clad with popcorn and the latest obscure horror from her work, there was certainly some eye rolling at the implied cliché. However, when you pulled her into the house by a handful of her shirt, it was with an undeniable eagerness.

Now, staring down at her on the carpet as she sets up the movie, you’re almost buzzing with excitement at the concept of an entire movie curled into her side, unrestrained by the constant worry of being seen that still lingered between you on your other dates. 

Robin stands as the tape begins to play, settling onto the sofa beside you. She stares at you for a moment, playful look twinkling behind her eyes before, accompanied by a mocking yawn, her left arm lifts into the air in a fictitious stretch, and settles around your shoulder. 

“Oh god, Rob,” You grin, “That was awful, even ironically.” 

But you nudge closer anyway, head nestling against her shoulder. You pull the popcorn onto your lap as the title credits begin to play on the screen, and roll your eyes at the cheesy ominous music that begins to fill your basement.

 Robin reaches for a handful of popcorn just as you do the same, and when your fingers graze, you lift your eyes to meet hers in an over-dramatic longing look, breaking into unattractive giggles to find the mocking-expression mimicked on Robin’s face. 

“This might be the cheesiest cliché yet, you know.” You admit. 

“Oh, I know.” Robin smirks, tossing a handful of buttery popcorn into her mouth, “but don’t pretend you don’t love it.” 

...

“Oh, not the dog!” 

Your face returns to the crook of her neck, fingers gripping her hand so tight that her rings pinch her skin. What started as an overdramatic mocking of millions of cheesy rom-com scenes, and an excuse to hold Robin’s hand, has become a necessity as the obscure movie has progressed. 

Robin tries her best to enjoy the proximity, the way your breath fans over her neck every time you nudge closer, the heat of your thighs across her lap. She tries to stay composed for you, to ignore the old lamp flickering ominously in the corner and the way the wind makes that horrifying screeching sound as it rattles against your tiny basement window. 

She’s almost fooling you too, sitting perfectly still, never once shying away from the screen, but you can hear her heart racing in her chest when you duck down to hide against her sternum as something brutal happens to the poor family pet. 

“Where did you find this film!?” 

“I just grabbed it from the latest deliveries,” Robin admits, breath catching as something happens on screen, “I didn’t expect it to be this…” 

“Terrifying?” 

She nods with an audible gulp. She drops your hand, stretching out her sore fingers before wrapping her arms around your shoulders. It’s protective really, and despite the ice-cold fear prickling your skin, it warms your chest with affection.

You decide not to tease her yet, and allow her the cliché of holding you during the scary scenes. 

Later, as the end credits roll, it takes a moment to convince yourself to unwrap from Robin’s stiff frame, eyeing the screen fearfully for any last minute attempts to frighten you.  When you finally pull away, climbing from Robin’s lap, it's with an embarrassed clearing of your throat. 

“You’re never choosing the film again.”

“That’s-” Robin begins to protest before letting her shoulders sink in defeat, “fair.” 

You give her a sympathetic look, watching as she shakes out her tense limbs and runs a hand over her goosebump clad arms.

“You okay?” 

“I’m fine.” 

She doesn’t meet your eyes though, and biting down a smile, you reach out to take her hand, eyeing the red marks from where her rings have bitten her fingers. Grimacing at your part in the injury, you lift her hand to your lips and kiss her fingers. 

“You’re really cute when you act all brave for me, you know.” 

“I’m not acting- ah, shit!” 

She jolts as the wind rasps against the window in one sharp horrifying shriek. She jumps, legs curling onto the sofa, tugging you haphazardly into her chest with the hand still held in yours. The surprise of it pulls a shriek from your lips, muffled by the fabric of her shirt as you fall against her shoulder. 

“Hm,” You nod, pulling back to balance yourself above her, “Yeah, that was very tough and calm of you-” 

“Hey, you’re not the one who has to cycle home in the dark after that- that nightmare of a film.” She grumbles defensively, head twisted away from you, glowing red with embarrassment. “What if that rabid dog is out there waiting for me?” 

You shift, leaning back against her thighs with a nervous smile twitching at the corner of your lips. You try to picture crawling into your bed alone tonight, shivering beneath the covers, too irrationally scared to shut your eyes. 

“You could stay here tonight, if you like.” 

“What?” 

“Instead of cycling home in the dark,” You suggest, gulping nervously, “I’m not exactly excited to sleep alone you know… my parents are away and that creepy little kid might be in my closet. Who is going to protect me?” 

She lets out a breathless chuckle, hands finding your waist. You wonder for a second if she notices herself rubbing small circles against your hips with her thumbs, such an oddly intimate action you feel yourself warming again, smiling down at her. 

“I’ll take the creepy little kid over the rabid family pet.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” She nods, “But, you’re sure you don’t mind? What if I snore?” 

“Do you?” 

She ponders this with a shrug and a smirk.

“I have no idea.” 

You roll your eyes, lowering yourself towards her lips just to watch the smugness fall away to a bright blush in its place. 

“Well, I hog the covers, so dealing with a little snoring is the least I can do.” 

She smiles against your lips when you kiss her, removing one hand from your waist to cup your cheek. It’s such a natural position for her, it’s hard to believe you’ve only been on a handful of dates, especially as she expertly parts your lips with her tongue, meeting yours with a content hum of relief.

It’s been fun to watch her confidence grow over your dates with how she kisses you, this time with a self-assurance that makes you feel almost like swooning, melting into her touch, chasing the feeling of her lips as she pulls away to plant a kiss on your jaw. 

You’re malleable in her hands, and she shifts slowly to swap positions, pressing you gently against the sofa cushions. It’s upon an instinct she was unaware of that she leans in to kiss your neck, lips hovering above your skin, pulling goosebumps to the surface, no longer with fear, but anticipation. 

Then, the wind screeches again against the window, causing both of you to jolt in surprise, heart rate spiking for all the wrong reasons. Robin drops against your shoulder, letting out a half-hearted chuckle.

“We should never watch horror movies again.” 

“Agreed.” You grin, “but it’s pretty cool to have such a protective girlfriend.” 

You freeze the second the word has left your lips; ‘girlfriend’. As she pushes off of your shoulder to stare at you, lips parted in surprise, she’s red right to the tip of her ears, and in the new silence, you can hear her gulp. 

“Girlfriend.” 

It’s not a question, but a realisation that leaves her awe-parted lips. Then, sitting back on her heels, her lips crack into a lopsided grin, excitement brightening her face like a child’s on Christmas morning. 

“We’re girlfriends?” 

“I- I hope so,” You nod, sitting up against the sofa arm-rest, “If that’s something you also want, I mean.” 

“Yes please,” 

You can’t help but snort. 

“Yes please?” You repeat, “What, like our relationship is like a sugar offered with your coffee?” 

She grins sheepishly, reaching out to tug you closer by the waist before cupping your cheeks once again . 

“Exactly like sugar with coffee,” She mumbles across your lips, “Sweet and delicious.” 

Horrified by such an awful line, you shove her away with an exaggerated flourish, watching as she falls back onto the sofa with a laugh. You stand, stretching your limbs out before offering your hand out to Robin. 

“Come on, Rob,” You sigh dramatically, “Before you say something even cheesier.” 

“Aw, come on,” Robin grins as you pull her to her feet, “You love a good cliché.” 

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a/n: not my proudest, but means i can finally move on to the next parts so please stick around sjkjsh

[yoshkeii]

"𝙰𝚋𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕"

࿐ character(s): Class 1-A and bits w/ Aizawa Shouta [platonic]

࿐ genre: sfw, fluff

࿐ type: hcs (headcanons)

࿐ requested by: N/A

⌦ mutant quirk m!reader (he/him/they?)

⌦ cw/tw: scars, injuries

⌦ ‘basically class 1-A w/ a rescued mutant quirk user, claimed to be used as an “nomu” experiment from authorities but is generally under UA’s hand for now due to the help of Aizawa’s quirk to prevent... accidents. though this isnt anything scary.’ 

A/N: wanted to do a lil halloween/spooky themed fic or hcs before October is over- so i decided to do another bnha one bc this concept has been in my mind for a bit. oh yeah, i do a lot of my writings in one sitting, so there’s a reason why a lot of these descriptions seem past tensed.

Aizawa looked at you from the behind the couch. Watching your idle body just sit there infront of the furniture silently as if you were waiting to be told something. To follow commands. The oddly pointed’n’long ears you had twitched... or even flickered similarly to an animal’s would, detecting a sound that he couldn’t hear himself. Your head turning over towards the front door of the commons, the somewhat thicken tail of yours almost swaying in curiosity along the floor. With a huff, Aizawa knew the kids were on their way. Hearing the abrupt news of you- Something that none of the authorities knew where you came from, now being possibly sheltered here or somewhere else.

→ first impressions, everyone was abit wary of you. of course they were- something that the pros themselves thought would be a “nomu” but thats all they could classify closest but not with solid evidence.

→ although the girls seemed to be more softer and gentle towards you- seeing as you didn’t seem to threaten or seemed- threatened from them. since you did not move from the spot on the floor.

→ simply just sitting there silently, glancing at the students that looked at you. whispering and saying things that you couldn’t... quite understand. always tilting your head left and right in confusion, eyes squinting.

→ but as time flew by, practically a few days, they slowly began to warm up to you being around. as you really didn’t do anything still.

→ though Midoriya himself, had noticed how curious you had gotten. seeing you stare at the notebook the olive-colored hair boy was always writing in or even seeing you in certain spots he had never seen you at- “..looks like he’s warming up to us too-”

→ he probably got the idea of seeing you write- or well drawing... or scribbling to be exact. gathering his few others to help make this happen, which really included himself, Todoroki, Iida, Uraraka, and Tsuyu

-you didn’t know what to do with the pen in your slightly big hands, unsure on how to clasp the small object. confused on what to do with the movements of your fingers. so you simply held it what you felt comfortable, just straight up with your fingers wrapped around it.

→ Uraraka helped you, or rather showed you how to hold it. but that didn’t last long till it resorted to the same position as before.

→ although her, Midoriya and even Tsuyu playfully encouraged you to draw. which actually worked as the ink of the pen began to drag over the paper, drawing shaking lines that soon turned into scribbles. 

→ everyone there seem to be softened and happy at this- as they all saw how your tail began to wag slightly and the glimpse of enjoyment glinted in your eyes. 

→ another thing to add onto the list of your “liked/loved things”, something they all kept in mind-

→ one thing that always surprised everyone, including Aizawa himself- was your liking towards Bakugou. or they assume it was something else like curiosity again. but just noticing how you always tried to follow him around no matter how much he turned you down with a raising of his voice-

→ though, it admittedly it did scare you a few times. making you freeze for a moment before continually following in pursuit till you were just standing infront of his dorm room door. shortly leaving as you had a feeling he wouldn’t let you in or Aizawa carrying you back to the commons. 

→ did i mention you were able to change size? well not as much as you would think. there’s some sort of limit to it, but you had only did this once to not take much space on the couch. slinked into one side of it comfortably.

→ though you were rather big than the average human, both on all fours and on hind legs. maybe taller than Shoji- 

→ and oh speaking of him, he is the one who had asked Momo to make you some clothes- and she happily obliged.

→ which honestly ended up with you trying variety of styles, resembling some particular students styles. 

→ in the process they noticed some scars and even stitches that littered your body. where they would assume some alterations had happen during your past experiences of being experimented upon.

→ they all noticed how much you like the comfy snugged clothing though- hopefully you dont out grow them soon... or would you?

→ Aizawa’s the main adult who supervises you, and honestly he doesn’t mind it all too much- knowing how you seem harmless and very rarely had any conflicts,, somewhat- he kinda treats you like the rest of them.

→ hoping to teach you more of humanity and common aspects as well in the process. he also lets the students watch you in the commons and sometimes dorms if they let you in- which helps him learn what you like.

→ Eri grew a liking towards you actually !! she always asked where were you or what you were doing when she came to visit the class,, sometimes you both have a drawing session together- although you draw.. mainly scribbles and sometimes odd figures.

→ she probably makes you gifts for you too whenever she does make other students things- just so she wouldnt make you feel left out <3

→ probably feel like Shinsou is on edge around you, but hearing reassurances from Eri and some others... he began to warm up to you. 

→ ..which obviously ended up him with you cuddled up over him with Eri included in the bundle-