#blue's clues the gremlin

[katelynnwrites]

right this is gremlin and here's the start of my travels with him ✈️

[via-the-cryptid]

Eddie is beginning to regret his decision to bring the gremlin into his hideout. On the one hand, she let him bandage her wounds and has been trying to come up with legitimate answers to every riddle he’s asked her so far, but on the other… well. There’s green and red spattered all over the floor, an alleged ceiling ghost judging him, and he’s currently got a terrible headache from trying to comprehend anything she says.

What he’s gleaned so far is, unfortunately, just the basics. Her name is Ellie — short for Danielle, not Eleanor (he asked), she’s fourteen and not ten or eleven like he’d assumed, she tried to tell him her eyes were blue even though he can very clearly see that they’re green, and she does not want to go back to where she was before.

She’s mentioned two names a few times, Danny and Vlad. The first seems to be in a good context, but the second… not so much. Eddie can’t help but wonder just what sort of situation she escaped from before landing herself in Gotham, but she’s made it rather clear that she’s not going to expand upon that.

Still, there are things that don’t add up. Her appearance, her mannerisms, her abilities… she has to be a meta, but what exactly can she do? Is it limited to going through solid objects? Is there anything she can’t go through? How did she get like this? Perhaps that’s why he brought her here — Eddie never could stand to leave a question unanswered, and this kid is practically a treasure trove of mysteries. He can’t help but want to know more.

She’s talking again, this time to the ceiling and not to him. It almost seems like she’s having a legitimate conversation with done invisible person, which only makes him wonder more about toxin and hallucinations. The Joker’s poisons can do far more than induce uncontrollable laughter, after all, and not even Eddie knows the full scope of the Joker Toxin’s effects. For all he knows, sudden vivid hallucinations are a part of that list.

“Yes, I know that, but it can’t be a safe box, those have keys and lids.” Ellie insists. “And probably hinges. I don’t know, I’ve never seen one.”

Silence falls for a moment as Ellie presumably waits for an answer. Then, she huffs.

“I can still make an educated guess. How would they put anything in without a key?”

More silence.

“No, that’s not right, there’s nothing gold in it… but you could put something in it! Hey, green beans, I got the answer!”

He’d given her an easy one this time — easy if one knew the pop culture reference, that is. Ellie, apparently, did not. Yet another odd thing to add to the list of facts about the gremlin currently sitting on his counter: nearly every time he brought up something that was common knowledge, she didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

Maybe he needed to revisit that theory about government labs and human experimentation.

“A box without hinges, key, or lid, and yet inside, golden treasure is hid,” Ellie recites. “I think it’s a vase full of coins.”

“…A vase full of coins.”

“Yes.”

“May I inquire as to why you guessed that?”

“No hinges, no key, no lid, but it’s not open on top like a bowl, so you can hide things inside if you want. The golden part is the coins.”

How unconventional. Not the answer he wanted, but not technically wrong, either.

Fascinating.

[aggro-my-beloved]

Parting Song (QuinnxDarlin')

note: alt title is "tank is not okay" and (fun fact) this is the first piece i completed out of the entire Soulmate September installments. hope you enjoy!

pairing: QuinnxDarlin (post-romance), SamxDarlin' (romantic), DavidxDarlin' (platonic)

summary: *in which the last words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin, so you do not know it is them until they are gone* when you’re standing next to who you think is your soulmate, as you watch the real one whither away in a shitty steel department chair—how do you respond?

warning(s): mentions of violence and gore, past relationship trauma, mental health issues, a dickwad of an ex-bf, mature language

taglist: @ther3alsweetheart @darlin-collins @professionallyyappinabtangst @elles-roses @gremlin-writes-angst

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?” Tank's knuckles are littered with bruises from this torturous rendezvous. They feel the viscous red substance of Quinn's DNA as it dries on their hands, pondering what true evil must taste like as the man behind them continues writhing in his cuffs. Bittersweet like their favorite coffee? A silver bullet flavor, maybe metallic? He has devoured them on so many occasions, stripping all the good from their aura, like licking icing on a cake he wants to have and eat too. Occasionally, they weighed: what withheld them from resorting to a disposition as brutal as his?

Sam. He sits on the other side of the one-way glass, observing every move of theirs and Quinn alongside David. Tank wonders if he noticed them licking their lips, pulling a deformed drop of blood below their nose to meet their tongue. Maybe he won’t see their thumbnail combing the side of their pointer finger for remnants—something for later, a souvenir of the man who made a game of his downfall. 

The red droplet is savory but salty from their sweat. A churning begins in their stomach as they start for the exit.  

When he commands them, “Sit", their footwork for the door halts. As David reminded them earlier, his core is muted. Tank only wishes they put a strip of duct tape over his mouth for good measure. Despite how many uppercuts they kissed his lower jaw with, his slow-swelling lips were unbeatable. “We’re not done here,” His voice echoes menacingly around the room. Though the vampire may not have sensed it, there was a finality to the way he spoke and the sound of Tank’s hand twisting the chrome knob. 

“You don’t get to walk away from me,” He strains again. 

They chuckle sadly, and swing the door closed behind them.

“COME HERE!” 

Then they choke. Every limb of their body becomes dominos as they crumple to the linoleum flooring in rapid breaths. David and Sam swarmed their hunched frame, instructing them to breathe between rapid questions. Pathetic, raspy pants and clammy palms against the floor clue the two in that something is not right. 

“Here, Darlin’ take that jacket off.” Tank refuses Sam’s request. They grip the cloth tighter against them despite a burning sensation in their arm and the melody of Quinn’s parting song coming from behind them. Maybe it is in their head. The lack of sleep this past week left Tank walking a fine line between reality and hallucination. 

David growls, growing pressed, “W-what happened? Did that fucker hurt you?” 

Oh, so many times of suffering beneath the vamp's thumb and fangs summon memories to flash across their mind. Tank, by default, was the one to writhe and plead in their relationship, while Quinn instigated. The burning on their forearm, where Quinn’s last demand stays etched onto the skin, fades into pins and needles. 

“I just don’t…feel well. Can we go home, please?” They look to Sam for assurance, but the sight of concern swimming in his blue eyes only causes a lump to swell in their throat. Their hands feel sweatier. Quinn is walking away with two black eyes, yet Tank’s orbitals already feel swollen from an onslaught of tears they are holding back. 

David and Sam exchange a glance, and the alpha nods approvingly. Tank knows it will not be long before Sam puts the pieces together; he viewed the script on their arm after the two formed their mate bond. This urged him to cast a compilation of scenarios in his mind where those would be his last words to them, and he struggled to picture them. Tank wasn't fooled either, but they never lost hope that Quinn would remain nothing more than a rotten egg in a bunch. At most, a lesson in dating. 

“So naive.” They whisper to themselves. Despite the thunderous rumble of his pickup truck, Sam’s ears perked up at their tone of disparity. 

“What was that, darlin?” They blink away the itchy-sweaty feeling tickling the surface of their eyes and hum. 

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Darlin’, with all due respect, telling me not to worry about you, right now or ever, is easier said than done.” His hands were at ten and two on the wheel, as if he aimed to display the constellation of bruises on his hands like trophies. The sight of his mate spiraling on the dirty department floor cued Sam to enter a hot, blinding rage. Escorting Darlin’ to his truck only took five minutes, except three were spent carefully storming into the improv interrogation room and laying even more damage into Quinn Fox’s dissatisfied expression. 

To cure the urge to scratch at the center of their forearm, where Quinn’s final declaration to them lies, they gnaw and bite and chew at their bottom lip until they draw blood. It’s warm and briny, mixed with salty ash from their tears moments before. The taste doesn’t enthrall them to the level that they expected. Quinn would lavish in the tang of their cells and skin pierced by his teeth like a prisoner granted his last meal. They peer at Sam in wonder. Would he enjoy the taste of them just as much? Bland gore mellows on their taste buds, imploring them to scowl and opt for their thumbnail instead. 

When they turn to view the landscape outside the window, Sam shifts his sight to the finger's edge dangling between Darlin’s teeth. He smells the dried blood caked underneath, and how their incisors desperately scrape up the evidence of Quinn’s clobbering. 

The two stay silent for the rest of the ride home. 

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[dragoncarrion]

buckle up kiddos, your not so friendly tumblr veteran has another ✨spicy✨ callout for you to feast upon with your little gremlin hands

alrighty yall, this one is a WILD ride. So some of you may know this user as fleshdyke, formerly parotcardsroxy. many of their posts are quite famous, so you would think he's also a nice person right? right??? HECK NOPE! she is nothing but a sour pineapple and a vile prick. so gather round kids, im going to tell you some of this infamous person... but before i tell you, do not harass it, thats huge rotten egg behavior. we're not doing this. not today

lets begin

Frequent romanticizing of cannibalism and watches habnibal. Yikes

Works with some fuck ass cunt ass crusty dusty bird named tia and posts him online I hate him I don't ljke him. Cancelled

Tumblr user

Is one of those asexualers gays 🙄 smh. BAD labels BAD person

Is a MINOR. We all know minors love encroaching in our adult spaces haha amirite? #blues clues

Uhhhhh

Canadian

Does birdwatching which is a very perverted and problematic hobby

Some other yuck shit source: trust me bro

So long story short fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck you. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[positivelybeastly]

Welcome to the first Installment of

Goat’s Gremlin Gibber-Jabber

(Hell yeah alliteration)

Hi, I’m currently at work at the moment but I’m on a break now and I wanted to share my thoughts because I got to about an issue in the 20s of astonishing X-Men. I believe the last issue that I read before my Internet decided to say no more, had Kitty saying it’s not like it’s written in stone, flash cutting over to it actually being written in stone.

The reason why I mentioned my work is because my mind tends to wander a lot because it’s a very muscle memory job rather than using brain power, so it wanders and you know I’m currently on the thought train of feline Hank as discussed earlier.

BUT I was just noticing a thing of the similarities in 97 with astonishing X-Men especially the portion with Emma Frost. because it really depends on the material with her secondary mutation of how it occurs. and with Astonishing X-Men there’s that moment where it’s revealed Cassandra nova I believe, altered her to have that sort of secondary mutation because of the genocide on Genosha. It’s not EXACTLY the same in 97 but her secondary mutation wasn’t a thing in the og series till 97.

Cuase there was the genocide on Genosha and there’s Emma being one survivor with her secondary mutation popping up and, that kind of makes me think “oh is there a possibility that we may see feline Hank animated” is it like a possibility because in that storyline if there’s any sort of connection to that storyline which I might be reading into too much but I can only hope it’s just the possibility that we may be able to see him like that.

Cause yknow I was talking about him in his feline form to my rp group and A lot of them did not know about that.I had to explain that and that’s the reason why I did my thing on my blog because of my love for feline Hank.

Cause initially I had noticed that when they introduced Trish Tilby. I knew about her after my initial watch so when I went back I really realized who the reporter was because she kind of slipped out of my mind immediately name wise, but realizing that because she had the thing with breaking up with him, and I don’t like her for that, but whatever. It just lead me to go, “Oh that was the first clue on a possibly feline Hank.”

I really hope it is but then reading astonishing X-Men. I see that connection with Emma and it makes Hope even more that we get to see him animated. I just MMMM feline hank.

Hope you enjoyed my extreme ramble that was mostly Speech to Text cause I had to get it out of my mind immediately else I’d lose it.

Goat’s Gremlin Gibber-Jabber is an S-tier name for a recurring segment, I'm here for this.

So, the secondary mutation is absolutely on the cards, because secondary mutations, as introduced, can just happen.

The two best known instances are Emma Frost's, as you mentioned, and Hank McCoy's, and they happened extremely close to one another - and despite what Cassandra Nova claimed, she had nothing to do with Emma's secondary mutation. Emma's mutation happened out of luck and trauma and pressure.

And it happened . . .

Interesting.

Notice the little blue fella to the right of Professor X in the comic panels? Yeah, Hank is already in his feline form by this point. '97 has already started adapting storylines, directly quoted, outright lifted panels, from the stories where Hank is feline. He's absolutely on the board.

So, the question then becomes, well, what triggered Hank's secondary mutation?

Uh. Well.

He nearly died.

Now, granted, Sage is not in play in '97, so her ability to jumpstart mutations isn't on the playing field, but frankly, it isn't really required, as demonstrated by Emma. You don't need anyone to trigger a secondary mutation, it will just happen by itself - when the right situation arises.

So, literally all we need is for Hank to die, and come back to life.

. . . Which, you know, cheery thought. But it also means that the '97 team can just do it - honestly, I was watching Hank get the living shit beaten out of him during the first part of Tolerance is Extinction like, oh, is he gonna pop? Is he gonna pop? It's on the board now. We're adapting these storylines.

All it takes is for someone on the writing team to take enough of an interest, to want to dive further into Hank's character and develop him.

I'm also heartened to see that you've fallen as in love with feline Hank as I have! He's honestly the version of Hank that I have the most experience with, the one that I grew up reading in the comics, and the sheer amount of depth and complexity inherent in his character, the wild bipolar swings between chattering wit and utter despair, the bon mots and the dumb jokes, the dysmorphia and the bleeding heart, it's such a potent stew of a character that I really do wish it had just been his permanent status quo going forward.

Thank you for the ramble, it was honestly a joy to read. <3

[imtrashraccoon]

This one was crazy fun to write! I love this gremlin man so much already you have no idea!

CW: There is assault with a weapon in this one. No one gets hurt but please be aware of this.

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Killer - Caught Red-handed

Word Count: 2,173

Things had been going missing a lot lately.

First, you couldn't find the tv remote and practically tore the whole living room apart to find it, but to no luck. You later found it behind the toaster in the kitchen where you knew you hadn't put it. Then, one of your running shoes went missing and you couldn't find it no matter where you looked. You hadn't worn them throughout the winter months so you had no clue how long it had been missing to begin with.

The last straw was when some leftover beef stroganoff that you'd worked so hard on and had been saving for dinner for after you got off work, straight up vanished from the fridge. You couldn't even find the tupperware you distinctly remembered putting it in.

Axe would never take food from you, if anything he had the habit of stocking up your fridge whenever he deemed it too empty. Dust almost never ate or drank anything unless he was in a good mood and you specifically offered it to him. So that meant only one thing.

Someone else was messing with you.

You had brought up your concerns with both Axe and Dust, both of whom were confused at first. They'd each suggested that there must be a reasonable answer. Maybe you had simply been forgetful and only now had realized a bunch of things were missing.

You didn't like how quick both had been to reassure you and then how quiet they'd become afterwards. Axe had become especially grabby, never wanting to leave your side when he was around, and he'd even been more reluctant to leave than usual. Dust had become more chatty, muttering to himself and Phantom Papyrus more often, and he began poking around your apartment when you weren't looking.

There was no reasonable answer though. You weren't a careless person and you nearly always kept things in a specific place. It didn't make sense at all and you couldn't help but wonder if you were going crazy.

Today, you'd gotten off of work a little early and now that you were home, you were just getting changed into something more comfortable. You were intending to read some more of that juicy romance novel you'd recently borrowed from the library and literally meld with your couch for the evening.

That is, until you heard soft footsteps coming from your living room.

You froze in place, training your ears for the sound again.

Your fears were confirmed when you heard the person scuff their shoe on a piece of your furniture. Great, you had an intruder and they were walking around your clean apartment with their dirty shoes.

It was a good thing you'd invested in a pair of brass knuckles after that creep accosted you that one night. You probably should just call the police, but you really wanted to make sure you were dealing with an intruder and that it really wasn't one of your skeleton friends.

Donning them, you took a steadying breath before tiptoeing to your bedroom door and cracking it open. Your room was situated in such a way that you had clear view of most of the living room.

Sure enough, you could just barely see the shadow of someone slowly poking around in the room. They appeared to be fairly tall and slender; not nearly as tall as Axe but still taller than Dust.

You tiptoed to the living room and peered in. While you really shouldn't have been surprised that there was another skeleton in your house, it was still a shock.

His back was turned to you and while he wore similar clothing to your friends, it was slightly different. He had on a light blue jacket with a fuzzy hood, a black turtle neck, black fingerless gloves, white shorts with a black stripe on the sides, and a pair of expensive looking sneakers.

He reached for your coffee table where you'd left your book. The moment his phalanges brushed across the cover, you knew in your gut that he was the one who'd been messing with you.

"What do you think you're doing?" you asked sharply as you stepped out of hiding.

The skeleton jerked his skull in your direction and you were immediately unnerved. Not only did he have a much too wide grin plastered across his face, but his eye sockets were completely blank, save for a pitch black oozing liquid slowly seeping from them. He also seemed to have a glowing red target floating where his sternum was.

"aw... i was only curious about your choices in literature," he purred in a sickly sweet tone. "i haven't read anything by this author yet, are they any good?"

You narrowed your eyes at him and grit your teeth. "I don't know you... You need to leave right now or I'll call the police," you stated firmly.

He made a small clicking sound with his non-existent tongue and slipped his hands into his jacket's pockets. "wow, you're feisty too. i can work with that i suppose..." He began to walk towards you as he continued speaking in that same tone of voice.

You immediately squared up in case he was planning to try anything. His body language was completely relaxed though and didn't seem hostile in the slightest, which was setting off all kinds of warning bells.

"Hey! Don't come any closer!" you shouted.

He thankfully listened and stopped just out of arm's reach. "shh, it's okay... i'm not here to cause trouble...unless..." As he trailed off, his tone of voice grew quieter, like he was hinting at something.

It was hard to tell where he was looking, but the way he tilted his skull and squinted his eye sockets slightly, you got the impression he was actually trying to flirt with you.

To say you were stunned was a bit of an understatement. All of your meetings with skeletons so far had taken everything in you to calm them down so you could escape unscathed. Yet here this guy was, acting all charming and friendly, like he'd known you forever and hadn't just been caught stealing.

"Dude, really? What about this situation makes you think you can try and shoot your shot?" you asked incredulously once you'd recovered some.

You took a deep breath and clenched your fists, the cool metal of your brass knuckles pressing reassuringly against your palms. Taking a step closer to him, you brought yourself up to your full height, which considering he was at least six inches taller than you, wasn't much.

"Cut the crap and get out of my home..." you growled.

He said nothing for a long moment and just continued to smile at you.

He moved faster than your eyes could follow.

The next thing you knew, he had you pinned against the wall with his arm across your collarbone, dangerously close to your throat. His other hand was holding something long and sharp against your stomach.

His permanent smile never faltered.

Your eyes widened and your heart was frantically drumming in your chest. You'd experienced similar terror from the confrontations with Axe and Dust, but this guy... He was another level of unhinged.

You had no idea anyone's demeanor could shift from friendly to hostile that quickly before now.

He sighed and the corners of his smile finally dropped a little. "too bad..." he murmured. "it's no fun when they don't freak out even a little. don't tell me you're broken or something?"

What the hell?!

"i mean, come on, nothing? usually humans scream and most even cuss me out." He leaned closer to you and hummed softly. "...but you're completely frozen...like a deer in the headlights..."

You shuddered and tried to move, although you were immediately stopped when he pressed the blade against your gut again.

"ah, ah... none of that now. i'm not done with this conversation yet, human..."

You took a shaky breath and tried to remain as still as possible. "Wh-what do you want then?" you whispered hoarsely.

He chuckled and smiled sweetly at you. "me? i'm just bored..."

It suddenly occurred to you that he must know your other skeleton friends. There was no way he didn't, what with the similar outfit and how he was very obviously crazy. So what did he actually want?

"Okay... Do you...have a name...?" you asked quietly.

"killer... now what about you? do you have a name or can i call you mine?"

The flurry of emotions you went through in a split second nearly knocked the breath out of you. The skeleton in front of you was the very one Dust strongly disliked.

He'd also just hit on you and had been openly flirty from the beginning. Normally, you'd be slightly flattered as he wasn't bad looking, just really scary, but you also knew that he hadn't meant a word of it. He was toying with you for his own twisted amusement.

You stammered as you tried to respond but ended up just giving him your name. His smile widened slightly as he leaned back to give you some space again.

"interesting..." he murmured but made no further attempts to back off.

You swallowed nervously and decided to try to talk him down like you had with the others. Your brass knuckles clattered as you slipped them off and let them fall to the floor. You moved slowly so as to not seem threatening and did your best to maintain eye contact, despite him not having visible eyelights.

"Are you...concerned for your colleagues?" You touched the arm he was holding the knife with as you spoke, ignoring how he tensed as soon as you did so. "They're my friends and I would never dream of hurting them. Honestly, I'm pretty harmless as far as humans go..."

Killer raised a bonebrow and looked down at the ground. He quickly kicked your brass knuckles across the room so they were far out of reach.

"harmless, huh? most humans wouldn't own weapons like those and then confront a home invader if they were actually harmless..."

His voice was low and devoid of all pretenses of emotion now. A chill went down your spine but you tried your best to keep a brave face.

"i know what your deal is, human... unlike them, i'm smarter and i have you all figured out... if you think you can just talk me down, well, that won't work."

"Killer... Are you...jealous that your colleagues met someone new...and didn't think to introduce you?" you asked.

He seemed taken aback for a moment. "what...?" he muttered.

"I don't know what reasons they would've had, but I understand the feeling..."

"stop." His face hardened and he shushed you with a finger, which meant he wasn't pressing you against the wall as much now. He was still holding you at knife point though. "stop doing that..."

You realized he must be referring to your Intent and you closed your mouth with a click.

"you don't understand a thing about me. you can't...no one can."

"What's wrong with trying?" you asked quietly.

He said nothing and seemed to be staring through you. Slowly, he stepped back and pocketed the pretty vicious looking knife he'd been holding against your stomach.

You took a shaky breath and ran your hands over the sides of your face. He'd actually backed down and you'd barely said anything. It wasn't over yet though as he was still in your apartment.

"I can tell you've been through hell in the past," you started to say in a soft tone of voice. "I don't need to know why you and your colleagues do the things you do, and frankly, I'd prefer knowing as little as possible. However, I can't help but feel for you, same as I do with them..."

He was still disturbingly quiet but it only spurred you to keep talking.

"I never meant to make friends with Axe and Dust, it just happened... They sort of gravitated to me and I gravitated to them as well. I only showed them basic empathy like I would with anyone in their position."

He narrowed his eye sockets and studied you intently for a moment. Then with a shrug, his too wide smile was back.

"i'll be the judge of that..." he muttered quietly. He turned to leave but paused and glanced back at you over his left shoulder.

"i don't like deceitful people and if i find out you've been lying this entire time... well, i'm not afraid to do what my colleagues couldn't..."

You opened your mouth to respond but he disappeared before you could get a word out.

You slid down the wall and brought your knees up to your chest. Burying your face into your arms, you could feel the familiar sting of tears at the corners of your eyes and tried your best to calm your rapidly beating heart by taking deep breaths.

You didn't know how much more of this you could take.

[slexenskee]

The Evolution of Pop Punk Gojo / No Scrubs

Honestly the real answer as to why he's such a pop punk gremlin in May Death Never Stop You is bc I wanted him to be lol. But I did come up with a backstory for it even if I doubt it'll ever make the fic itself.

Keep in mind this is not at all part of the story and Gojo / No Scrubs can play whatever music you want, any songs I call out specifically are really just examples.

BABY PUNK IN THE MAKING ERA: 2000

It’s 2000. The Sony Walkman CD player has been around for over 15 years; the iPod is only a year away. 

Gojo is ten years-old and he’s just lost his useless minders in the crowded, tangled streets around Harajuku. 

Being allowed out alone (for a given definition of alone, but at the very least without the usual entourage befitting the young master of an ancient house) is a new experience for him. He’s spent the entirety of his life enclosed within the guarded walls of the Gojo clan, learning his clan’s history and techniques. It’s been a very sheltered and secluded existence, and not entirely without reason; since the heralded birth of the Six Eyes holder, assassins and curses alike have been after him. The existence of Gojo Satoru changed the world order, and he was guarded accordingly. It’s rare he has a chance to leave the clan compound, rarer still to be out alone. 

But he’s almost eleven now, and he’s mastered his clan’s Limitless Blue technique as well as Infinity; even first-grade curses wouldn’t give him much trouble anymore. He no longer needs the stifling protection of his clan to the degree he had as a small child, and accordingly the hold his clan has on him is growing tenuous. So he’s given the day in Tokyo, ostensibly to find himself a present for his birthday. 

He probably would have just gone with cake— he has a rampant sweet tooth, but is rarely allowed to eat sweets— but he’s distracted by blaring, foreign music. 

He finds himself alone in front of a record store blasting rock music from a boombox speaker in the front. The store is full of punk clothing, streetwear, and endless rows of CDs all stuffed full of questionably dressed youths. The whole store is very Western, which is a novelty for a child with a very traditional and secluded upbringing in the already secluded Jujutsu society— it’s noisy and loud and seems to be the antithesis to everything his clan has tried to teach him about etiquette and propriety as the scion of a noble house; suffice it to say, he loves it at first sight.

So of course the first thing he does is buy himself a Sony Walkman and grab a handful of CDs from the front table.

The hapless and chronically underpaid part-timer who happened to stock the front display that day was not prepared to accidentally set the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer on his road of anti-establishment chaos, but really what else did you expect from putting up all that 90's alt-grunge?

Siamese Dream ℗ Smashing Pumpkins, 1994 | Nevermind ℗ Nirvana, 1991 | Third Eye Blind ℗ Third Eye Blind, 1997

Gojo basically grew up in a house with little exposure to music, so throwing himself directly into a genre baked in themes of social alienation, angst, and loneliness that happened to perfectly reflect his own life experiences was something of a happy coincidence. He didn't understand nearly enough English at the time to comprehend the lyrics, but the feeling was conveyed nonetheless.

At some point during his pre-teen angst era he gets access to a computer. His very traditional and insulated family have no fucking clue what the hell a computer even is, so when he says he wants one and goes and gets it they have no idea what kind of open frontier they're giving him with access to the internet. 2001 rolls around and Gojo gets his hands on his first iPod, and promptly becomes that kid on iTunes who racks up hundreds of dollars worth of music purchases before even realizing what he's done.

Most Played Tracks on Gojo's poor Sony Walkman:

Nirvana: Come As You Are, Rape Me, Smells Like Teen Spirit, In Bloom

Smashing Pumpkins: Mayonaise, Today, Cherub Rock, 1979, Bullet with Butterfly Wings

Soundgarden: Black Hole Sun, Spoonman

Third Eye Blind: Semi-Charmed Life, How's It Going to Be, Jumper, Narcolepsy

--MIDDLE SCHOOL GLORY DAYS ERA | 2002 - 2005--

He's in junior high when Fall Out Boy drops Take This To Your Grave in 2003. He's a tiny body of angst and arrogance at the time, so the rebellious-spirited, nihilistic bad-boy aesthetic of pop-punk really resonated with him. He gets really into it; middle school sucks for everyone, but it especially sucks when you've been heralded as a once-in-a-generation sorcerer with god-like powers yet somehow you're still shucked into an elitist young master's private school full of normal (if not blindingly rich) people.

Gojo is very good looking and very good at everything he tries his hand at, so it's not a matter of popularity necessarily. People flock to him all the time, but even amongst a crowd of enamored pre-teens he's never felt more alone. His arrogant personality keeps everyone at a distance, just as he likes it. It all seems so pointless to him, when he's going to Jujutsu Tech for high school anyway. These people don't matter, and they may as well be aliens with how much they live in an entirely different world than Gojo.

Take This To Your Grave ℗ Fall Out Boy, 2003 | American Idiot ℗ Green Day, 2004 | Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge ℗ My Chemical Romance, 2004

This is also around the time he commits himself to actually learning English well enough to understand the lyrics - no matter how fast or convoluted the accent - and he spends a lot of time ignoring the world in his room with his headphones at full blast. A rite of passage for any self-respecting preteen full of existential fatalism.

Completely alone even as he's put on a pedestal by Jujutsu society, music is really his only solace. It makes a profound impact on him, if only because it's the only human touch that can still reach him through his Infinity. He's pushed everyone out of his life but Gerard Way and Patrick Stump, which I also firmly believe is a preteen rite of passage.

He definitely lays around in bed and debates blowing things up, except unlike regular preteens who regularly stomp up to their room and slam the door shut and tell the world to fuck off he's actually capable of doing it. He doesn't though, and instead just listens to You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison for the hundredth time.

Songs that Made it Onto Gojo's iPod Shuffle:

Blink 182: What's my Age Again, Mutt, Stay Together For the Kids

Bowling for Soup: 1985

Fall Out Boy: Homesick at Space Camp, Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over, Saturday

Green Day: Jesus of Suburbia, American Idiot, Holiday,

Good Charlotte: The Anthem, Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

Lit: My Own Worst Enemy

The Killers: When You Were Young, Mr. Brightside, Somebody Told Me

My Chemical Romance: You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison, I Never Told You What I do For a Living, I'm Not Okay (I Promise), Famous Last Words, Helena

Sum 41: Fat Lip, In Too Deep

Weezer: Say it AIn't So

--HIGH SCHOOL ANGST ERA | 2005 - 2008--

Gojo finally starts his tenure as a student at Jujutsu Tech and it's... unexpected. There are only two other sorcerers in his year and he's not really getting along with either of them. Not that he really puts in anything but a nominal effort. He's spent all of his junior high career as the king of his school, and that was among a bunch of kids who couldn't even comprehend his actual greatness.

Now he's returned to the Jujutsu World, and becomes the irreverent, chaotic, rule-flaunting little shit we all love and adore.

He's a bit disillusioned by it all, to be honest. Life, generally, but also all the pageantry that goes into every facet of it. There's a certain anxiety and depression that goes along with looking at your own life, which is the premise of most of Pete Wentz's lyrics on Fall Out Boy's Under the Cork Tree and also just the thematic overview of Gojo's high school existence. There's an emptiness that comes after the existential dread of self-introspection that Gojo promptly fills up with Fall Out Boy, and then with the addition of Infinity on High (his favorite album, entirely because it has Infinity in the name) even more Fall Out Boy.

From Under the Cork Tree ℗ Fall Out Boy, 2005 | So Wrong, It's Right ℗ All Time Low, 2007 | Infinity on High ℗ Fall Out Boy, 2007

It's an era of Fall Out Boy for him, interspersed with some other great bands of the time/genre. This is also around the time that online music radio Pandora was making its rounds amongst the online music scene, which Gojo spent a surprising amount of time in, for someone who had little to no interest in making music himself.

It would have been nice to be able to bond with his fellow students over music, like he's seen in plenty of movies, but Shoko is a die-hard City Pop fan and Suguru is one of those disturbing 'I just listen to whatever's on the radio' types. Maybe there are other kids in the other years that have better taste, but Gojo's not really the sort to be broadcasting his likes or interests like that - doesn't really fit his 'bad boy' image.

He starts high school pretty firmly entrenched in his pop-punk / emo phase, but it's a pretty tumultuous three years of his life - and society in general, with the internet becoming mainstream and smartphones hitting consumer markets globally - and his music tastes reflect this.

Most Played Tracks on Gojo's Hot Pink iPod Nano:

All Time Low: Dear Maria Count Me In, Six Feet Under the Stars, Coffee Shop Soundtrack, Stay Awake

Cage the Elephant: In One Ear, Back Against the Wall

Fall Out Boy: Sugar We're Going Down, Dance Dance, Nobody Puts Baby in The Corner, A Little Less Sixteen Candles, Thnks fr the Mmrs, This Ain't a Scene It's an Arms Race, The Take Over the Break's Over, Coffee's for Closers

Modest Mouse: Float On, Dashboard

My Chemical Romance: Cancer, Disenchanted

Panic! At the Disco: I Write Sins Not Tragedies, But It's Better if You Do

Paramore: Misery Business, That's What You Get, Decode

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Dani California, Scar Tissue, Under the Bridge

Taking Back Sunday: Makedamnsure, Twenty Twenty Surgery, Cute Without the 'E' (Cut from the Team)

The Strokes: Reptilia, Last Night, Someday

--- ADULTING IS FOR OTHER PEOPLE ERA | 2008+ ---

Post Star Plasma Vessel/Suguru's defection Gojo is a Mess™, but you'll never know it because he continues on acting like an irreverent little shit who doesn't care about anything.

He goes through a period where he doesn't consciously reject the songs that encapsulated his idyllic teenage life, but nonetheless pivots away from the pop-punk genre. He spends a lot of time pulling that Pablo Escobar Narcos meme and staring blankly out into bleak vistas in total silence and solitude. In hindsight, for all his teenage angst and loneliness, his time with Shoko and Suguru had been the least lonely he'd ever felt. Now that he's once again entirely on his own - Shoko off being a doctor and Suguru going off the deep end - he realizes he'd had a brief taste of the feeling of belonging he'd been missing his whole life.

He gets into a lot of indie pop and post-punk stuff, with more electric and synthetic sounds and upbeat tempos.

He traded in his trusty iPod Nano to an iPod Touch, and shortly after switched to the iPhone when it hit the global markets in 2009. Yeah, he was one of those Apple heads, the kind who always had to have the latest Macs and Apple products. In his defense, he was not a tech snob so much as a music snob, and at the time iTunes was the dominant music platform.

Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix ℗ Phoenix, 2009 | Oracular Spectacular ℗ MGMT, 2007 | The Modern Glitch ℗ The Wombats, 2011

He spends most of his early 20's in an indie phase, gets into a lot of electronic, and then from there uses the powers of the internet and gets into all sorts of other genres. One way or another he spends some time in the disco/house music neighborhood, a genre he and Makoto will spectacularly bond over, only to then do a total 180 and decide to form a pop-punk band together.

By the time he's stuck in his second life, it's been decades since he's listened to some of those songs he used to love as an angsty teenager. As an adult he lost track of all his old CDs, probably gathering dust in the attic of the Gojo clan house he avoids at all costs, and as the world moved towards streaming services he stopped keeping up with his staggering iTunes library. It's not as if he forgot those bands or anything, but as the world's strongest sorcerer he rarely had the time to listen to music like he used to.

When he gets dragged back into life as Todoroki Touya, it's been ages since he's heard Fall Out Boy and frankly, he misses it.

There's a glaring lack of the grunge, pop-punk and emo music in this new world he's in, and after digging around online - and begrudgingly, the local library for history books once the internet proves unforthcoming - he learns that most of those bands he used to love don't even exist in this world. Quirks appeared in this parallel universe just around the time Gojo himself had been born. The global upheaval that followed that profound change in human existence caused a chain of events that would have all the disenfranchised youths of the 90's and 2000's too distracted by global chaos, world wars and civil terrorism to make the music he loved and remembered. Music is art after all, and art is a direct response to the experiences of the people who make it.

As far as Gojo's concerned, not having the likes of Nirvana or My Chemical Romance in an entire human history is an absolutely travesty, so he sets out to not only bring those songs back for himself but also as the one good deed he'll ever care to do in this second life of his. And if he happens to make tons of money and reach critical acclaim while he does it... that's just a bonus.

[onepointlessgoose]

OKAY I have been lurking on the edge of critical role for a while now, watched some clips, seen some fanart and in no particular order here is what I’ve learned:

- Some guy has a possessed gun that smokes mysteriously every once and a while that makes him kill stuff. He is? Unaware that it’s possessed despite the foreboding smoke? He is very cool and suave but from the whole possessed gun that he doesn’t seem to realize is possessed I have also concluded that he is not very smart.

- Blue girl, big ears, big tail, her mom is red and very pretty. I feel like this blue girl is supposed to be some form of purple? Is her dad blue? I don’t know what’s going on with her but she tricked a demon witch into eating a cupcake once and everybody loved that.

- Two elves named vex and vax (twins). At least on is in love with the dumb gun guy (they can do better) and the other one (vex? Vax? The dude) got tragically killed, made everyone cry, and then proceeded to just I guess hang out for another whole year or something before he actually died and made everyone cry all over again.

- Someone turns into a goldfish, which is a big deal and also very bad because they did so halfway off a cliff. Good for them.

- There is a bear. I have not heard if (he? She?) dies at some point but if they do I would be devastated that bear has become the sole Jenga block holding up my hope for the world.

- Robot man?? Tiny guy and tall guy (they are. In love?). I know there are three campaigns but I don’t know where these guys fit in.

- Could not even begin to describe the plot. No clue what’s happening there.

- A tiny gremlin goblin dude who (big reveal!!) can turn into a wolf. This guy is different from another tiny gremlin goblin who can turn into a mom.

- Two wizards, one of them is purple and very fancy, the other one is Haunted, but both have Accents. They are in love and nothing bad ever happens to them (this is a lie, at least one of them is dead). I’m fairly certain there are two different couples that this applies to and I have no idea who any of them are.

- Dragons?? Zombies?? There’s a vampire at some point and I thought she was dead but apparently not?

- baked goods

- sometimes somebody rolls a thing and they all go “OHHHHHH!” and other times somebody rolls a thing and they all go “OHHHHH” but sad this time. I don’t actually know how dnd works.

- a rat named pate (the girl elf’s rat named pate?). Thought this was pronounced pate like pete just spelled with flair but it’s actually pate like “pa-Tay.” I feel deceived.

- There’s at least one tree, maybe more. Need more information to confirm.

[dunyun-rings]

Please do!!!!

Okay here’s my horror list in no particular order bc I think they’re all fun for their individual reasons 😈 I’ll put pepper emojis next to titles that are scary in a jump-scare sort of way (or include heavy gore, body horror, etc), and clowns next to ones that are basically comedies

Movies:

-> The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

-> Hannibal (2001) 🌶(heavy gore)

-> Predator (1987)

-> Prey (2022)

-> The Descent (2005) 🌶

-> Jacob’s Ladder (1990)

-> Bride of Chucky (1998) 🤡

-> Seed of Chucky (2004) 🤡

-> Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007)

-> M3GAN (2022)

-> Jurassic Park (1993)

-> Silent Hill (2006)

-> The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) 🤡

-> Clue (1985) 🤡

-> The Brothers Grimm (2005) 🤡 (though there is cute animal death in this one so be warned)

-> The Blair Witch Project (1999)

-> Donnie Darko (2001)

-> The Cabin in the Woods (2011) 🤡

-> Paranorman (2012)

-> Coraline (2009)

-> Little Shop of Horrors (1986)

-> Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008)

-> Corpse Bride (2005)

-> Edward Scissorhands (1990) 🤡

-> The Haunted Mansion (2003) 🤡

-> The VVitch (2015)

-> The Lighthouse (2019)

-> What We Do in the Shadows (2014) 🤡

-> The Menu (2022)

-> American Psycho (2000)

-> Annihilation (2018)

-> Alien (1979) 🌶

-> The Thing (1982)

-> Willy’s Wonderland (2021) 🤡

-> The Village (2004)

-> Perfect Blue (1997)

-> The Addams Family (1991) 🤡

-> Addams Family Values (1993) 🤡

-> Scooby Doo on Zombie Island (1998)

-> Saw (2004) 🌶(heavy gore)

-> Saw V (2008) 🌶(heavy gore)

-> Jennifer’s Body (2009)

-> Psycho (1960)

-> Let the Right One In (2008)

-> Beetlejuice (1988) 🤡

-> Gremlins (1984) 🤡

-> Teen Wolf (1985) 🤡

-> Tucker & Dale vs Evil (2010) 🤡

-> The Human Centipede (2009) 🌶(body horror)

-> The Babadook (2014)

-> The Mist (2007)

-> Shaun of the Dead (2004) 🤡

Shows:

-> The Haunting of Hill House (2018) 🌶(suicide)

-> Hannibal (2013) 🌶(body horror)

-> Chucky (2021) 🤡

-> What We Do in the Shadows (2019) 🤡

-> 1899 (2022)

-> Courage the Cowardly Dog (1999)

-> Castlevania (2017)

-> The Twilight Zone (1959)

-> Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared (2022)

-> Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace (2004) 🤡

-> Death Note (2006)

-> Twin Peaks (1990) 🌶(very occasionally jump-scare-y)

[dynamic-k]

Oh i mean that when alan was confused why the stick was running away when offering with his muffin and Second smiling innocent

Chosen: ...I also have no idea why that worked so well. No clue. Nada.

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Dark: [*thinking*] I've taught my little bro well.

Dark: [*cough-laugh*] Yeah, same here- N-No clue-

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[*sounds of terrified screams in the background as Second casually walks around and approaches villains, happily holding up a tray of fresh muffins with the absolute pinnacle of innocence in his expression*]

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Vic: [*in his jail cell*] [*probably drawing on the walls again*]

Vic: Why do I hear chaos and screams of near-demonic level terror in the far off distance-

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Green: Huh. Hey, Sec can I have one? Clearly they don't want any! :D

Second: [*wordlessly hands Green a muffin-*]

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Blue, Yellow, and Red: [*in various states of casual acceptance or ignoration because Second being a gremlin is literally the most normal thing ever*]

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Bonus- [*in the privacy of Dark's room*]

Dark: You go, lil man! [*high fives Second*] Did you throw any of them like grenades as planned? At least one?

Second: [*dejected*] Noo... Dad was watching too closely. He would've scolded me for wasting the food.

Dark: [*disappointed finger snap*] Stick!

Second: O v O

Dark: ...Why are you looking at me like that. What did you do.

Second: Let's just sayyyy~

Second: The news tomorrow might be interesting~

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Flashback: [Second is lit up in green sparks of energy, and a cowering villain with wide eyes is backed into a corner. Under Second's scary and intimidating presence, the villain finds himself writing the following poem on the wall with his signature below, as a public message to other villains*]

Roses are red, muffins are great

I will choose muffins over a cake

If you want to do crimes, eat a muffin instead

Muffins are useful for clearing your head

Beware of muffins, give them utmost respect

Muffins are tasty and warm and perfect

But if you choose not to heed the muffin

You might just find yourself inside an oven

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Dark: What do you mean by that...?

Second: Oh, nothing-

-

*stage bow*

Thank you for indulging my sillies-

[katelynnwrites]

fc barcelona museum ft. aitana's ballon d'or!

[livdrawsstuf]

Ngl I have no clue who your ocs are could ya give a small re introduction or just reblog where you first mentioned them?

Whats your roc's biggest fear or regret?

if your ocs could go have a vacation anywhere ,where would it be?

whats your oc's biggest hobby?

what everyday skill might you oc be the worst at?

Which of your oc's are the most trustworthy?

which oc knows the most about your world and it's secrets?

which oc is suffering the most from your hands?

which one if your favourite?

which oc was the hardest to come up with?

which one was the funnest one to think of?

which oc is the most hated by the rest of the characters?

would any of them like a wheel of cheese?

(Im so sorry that I replied to this late, also, key for who's who= Eliza: red text/Micah: blue text/Liv: Pink text)

I regret......... a lot of things........ dont wanna talk about it....... I'm scared of the dark. I know it's childish, but its the truth

I guess....... i'm scared of dying.....or death.... ironic huh?

...... i........fucking hate mirrors.... and blood

2. we've talked about it, and we all agreed that we would go to Egypt. Liv want's to learn about the culture, Micah would be there for the kinds of music and art they make, and I would want to learn about there history.

3. I tinker with a lot of things. I've made a lot of gadgets, like my sticky boots. But most of it got burned in the fire

well...... I used to play a lot of instruments at the orphanage, mostly strings..... gambit gave me his old guitar to play after learning that.

I don't have time for hobbies

4. I'm the best at everything! I don't know what you're talking about!

.......... I'm bad at cooking...... not that we cook much.....

Im bad at spelling, or I used to be, 'till Liv helped me out

5. Eliza

Eliza

I would like to think I am

6. (honestly don't know how to answer this one, sorry)

7. Right now? Eliza (He He >:3)

8. I really liked making Micah and his backstory, so probably him. But I still love all ma little gremlins <3

9. I don't think It was hard to come up with any of them, but Micah definitely took the longest to make

10. Liv. She was made to be a silly goofy goober (she's dealing with something rn tho)

11. For awhile, It was Micah because of how cocky he can be, but he's changed.

12. yes, very much so. They are all starving

[pfhwrittes]

Hey P! It's me, Charlie (of SentientCave fame). I would love to see a little Retail hell AU (I've got the B&Q blues because it's been so long since I've seen our favourite boys in orange). Pick your poison:

The lads get their hands on the store playlist. What do they want to listen to?

Does Dear Reader ever bump into the lads outside of work?

Thanks P! Love you xoxo

charlie of @sentientcave fame! hiya friend! excuse me while i send you hearts for a sec because i am in LOVE with your writing. that instalment of retirement party? sheeeeesh! also my eternal love goes to ripper from rugby au as always.

ooooh retail hell au, i've missed these guys too! charlie, as you've given me the choice of two prompts i'm going to pick the first one to answer (and pop your other prompt in my brain soup document because i think it would be very funny to have our resident B&Q babe (the reader) run into the lads from store 141 while she's out and about at various points).

so for your first prompt i'll need to give you a bit of B&Q lore to start with.

when i worked there, B&Q were too fucking tight to pay for a licence to play live or recorded music in their stores (this might've changed in recent years but i doubt it) so they'd use a particular CD sent from the head office with "licence free" music and adverts to play over the tannoy system. the licence free music was basically some band that sounded nearly like the artist they were covering singing nearly the correct lyrics.

as a music lover, it was painful. as a retail gremlin, nothing would give me more joy than breaking into song and shimmying at my coworkers to the horror of management. i got written up for it once because a customer complained. fun sponge.

anyway, that CD had to be played during store opening times at all times, no exceptions. however, outside of those times the duty manager would take over the tannoy system. if you got a good manager they'd play their playlist, if you got a shit manager you'd be left wandering the store in silence. if you got a really shit manager, you'd be subjected to the dreaded CD for however long you were there for. ugh.

sorry that got longwinded.

to answer your prompt: the only people that would get away with changing the store playlist would be price or simon as neither johnny, kyle or our resident B&Q babe have duty manager privileges (boo!). i mean technically simon doesn't have duty manager privileges officially but he's usually the first one in with price on a morning or running the night shift by himself so fuck it, acting duty manager privileges count.

as for what they'd play? i don't have a clue but i suspect they both share a fondness for rammstein, slipknot and oddly enough gerry cinnamon.

[throwaway-yandere]

!!!Yandere Genshin/Reader 2.5k Follows Mini-Event: Secret Penpals (Masterlist)!!!

cw: contains yandere themes, including stalking, possessive behavior, etc. do not engage if you’re sensitive to the topics mentioned. prioritize your mental health first, you matter.   

Time remaining: █ days, █ hours, █ minutes (closed!!! please wait until Thoma delivers all the letters &lt;3)

✧ Inazuma is currently holding another Irodori Festival and the Yashiro Commission and Yae Publishing House has a secret pen pal service going on... Perhaps you should write a letter and hand it over to Ms. Hina! Who knows, maybe you'll find another Paimon!

Possible Rewards: A new friend : )

“How is the list, Gorou?”

“Well, I got the names of some of the penpals. We got Always-So-Busy Sakabashira, Widower Momiji, A Headless Knight, Calx, and a couple more weird and whimsical names… There’s like… around 10 or something.”

“Ah, I see, Sakabashira is █████ isn’t it– wait, even Calx is joining? Isn’t he a Mondstadter?”

“Aren’t you one too? Now that you mention it, there’s a couple of foreigners joining this event– we even got someone from Snezhnaya.” 

“Haha, where do you think Blue Eyes White Dragon could be from? Betting on Liyue.”

“Hmm… I have a hunch that they’re from Fontaine...”

“But what if they’re yokai, though?”

...

“... Do yokais play TCG?”

"... I know Itto does…"

[match-up event guidelines under the cut]

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SALUTATIONS! Mx. Ansy here– thank you so much for the 2k follows! I don’t celebrate White Days so this will be the reason why this event exists. No clue why that happened, but for the celebration’s sake, here’s a mini event as my thanks!!! (Even though it’s long overdue since I’m at 2.5k hahahaha…) 

Thank you to everyone that followed, liked, left comments (omg), reblogged, etc. ILYSM!!!! <3 (Don’t worry, I’m still working on the idol au ehe. I need you all to know about music composer!Tighnari’s mental fatigue.)

Here are the event guidelines and an example of how this works provided by “Ms. Hina” and “Fixer”!

Event Guidelines ✥:

NO NSFW MESSAGES. (Please remember someone is writing behind all this lmao. I’m asexual so my humblest apologies.)

Feel free to go nuts with your pen pal's name! No need to use the word “anon”. As long as you kept your identity a secret, you’re safe! There’s no real rule, just make sure it’s not longer than 6 words. 

Why is six words the maximum? Well… My best friend, Fried Tofu With All The Frills, “suggested” that it’s better that way…

Remember who runs this event behind the screen. Expect stalkers, monsters, etc. to respond to your letter.

You don't know who your pen pal is. Don't name who the receiver of your letter is. This is luck-based, and if I'm feeling like a gremlin I might just send your letter to Reckless Pallad if you do this lol. 

As the event name suggests: some might get villain NPCs & non-yandere character/s. Welcome back to another round of RNG if you aren’t already fricking tired from artifact grinding.

Only one penpal per person. No repeats. Every time I do an event, the yanderes are loyal.

Are you reading the guidelines? Good. Take note of this specific instruction or else I won’t add your letter to the event registration: greet your pen pal with a “Happy Irodori Festival!” or anything similar. That’s how I’ll know you’ve read everything.

Your letter could be around 200 words max but don’t feel forced to hit that threshold haha. Talk about whatever you want then send it in this blog’s ask box! I’ll pass it on to Ms. Hina or Fixer ♡

The response you’ll receive varies, but expect a minimum word count of at least 100 (some characters just won't write long). Hard to fit things with a single letter. Maybe your pen pal would be desperate enough to write 2 pages on their first reply. But don’t count on it. I’m trying my best to give out short replies to this event. The last idol event had 2k-6k word counts (when my plan was 1.8k max). This is me trying my best to exercise self-control lolololol.

Every letter is made on Canva. Huge shoutout to that website for carrying my SHS career and this event because I have S-tier garbage handwriting.

Also, a huge shoutout to @/watatsumiis! General inspired me to do this event, so please check his works if you want to read fluffy fics that’ll make you giggle! He provides such amazing brain rots, I swear. Unlike this gremlin right here, he’s wonderful and wholesome both as a writer and a person.

Well then, time for an example! Please copy Ms. Hina’s lead when you write your letter &lt;3

Tutorial/Example ✥:

“Dear Secret Penpal,

Happy Irodori festival! My name is Miss Hina, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I know that festivals tend to make everyone exhausted, so whoever this letter is addressed to, I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Remember to eat and drink water regularly! Even when to be honest, I already know who you are. I’m not great at talking about myself, but if anything is troubling you, don’t keep it all muzzled up inside.

- Ms. Hina”

The “penpal”’s reply (example only!!!):

Hmm, wonder who that could be? /s

Have fun!!! Happy Irodori Festival!!! (even though it’s windblume rn. I just can’t think of a book-based genshin event so lol here’s an advanced irodori patch for everyone.)

List of penpals/Masterlist:

SOME ARE CURRENTLY A SECRET

Don't get too cocky, though. Some of them aren't who you think they are ehe

"Calx" - Luthien

"Deshret" - Lisa

"Blue Eyes White Dragon" - ????

"Always-So-Busy Sakabashira" - Second Hand Of Time

"A Headless Knight" - Choco Found In Puppy's Tummy

"Widower Momiji" - Starlight

"Big Ears" - Honey On A Stick

"Fixer" - Tofu

"Fratello" - ????

No name - Vermiculis Creatio

No name - ????

[trulybetty]

Get to Know Me (Tag Game)

Thankyou to the lovely @sheepdogchick3, @grogusmum & @bitchwitch1981 for the tags! 🙌

1. Were you named after anyone?

My mother doesn't like shortened names - she wanted a name she could shorten. So Detective Lacey was the inspiration for my full name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Not sure, but I feel like a good cry right now would be pretty cathartic.

3. Do you have kids?

I do reside with two gremlins of my own.

4. What sports do you/have you played?

For being the least sport person going, I somehow ended up the vice captain of the basketball team in school.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

6. First thing you notice about people?

Expressions. If someone is smiling or not, I feel like I'm in constant read the room mode sometimes. But most of the time I'm more aware of myself around others than them lol.

7. What's your eye color?

Brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm an equal sucker for a good scary movie and any and all rom-coms. I don't think you could make me choose between the two. Ooo, imagine a rom-com scary movie, like a meet-cute as they're running from the killer! 🥰

9. Any talents?

I like to think I have an eye for design and I'm a good problem solver/project manager.

10. Where were you born?

11. What are your hobbies?

Right now? Getting no sleep and herding cats. But when I'm not sleep deprived, reading, writing, design and occasionally catching up with the million shows/movies I haven't seen yet.

12. Do you have any pets?

I am currently being honoured by being allowed to share a house with Frankie Cat™️

13. How tall are you?

5'7''

14. Favorite subject in high school?

English, Drama & Art

15. Dream job?

Honestly? Right now, no clue - I'm in a stage of my life where I feel like I'm trying to figure out what I want to do and map out the next couple of years and I honestly don't know what I want to do. But I'd like to be in a position where I'm having a positive influence and helping others be their best. But if we're blue-skying this, professional WIP creator and encourager.

Sorry if this is multiple tags for some, I've been offline the last couple of days so may have missed some! NPT's: @rhoorl, @gnpwdrnwhiskey, @wildemaven, @gemmahale, @jomiddlemarch, @for-a-longlongtime & @chronically-ghosted 💕

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Propaganda

Team Blue's Clues:

Propaganda for the combined team; Church would probably hate it; just another group of people to annoy him. Kris and L would probably be neutral/indifferent, and Sonia would definitely be happy about it, encouraging them all to do their best to achieve victory together~! She also knows a little more about serial killers than any of them expected, except for maybe L who knows that was probably one of the reasons why they were paired up together as friends. Kris would think that's kinda neat, Church is still just there but also at least this group is semi-intelligent. Unlike SOME other people back at Blood Gulch (and then he gets a little sad about missing his boys, but shh don't tell) Maybe this is what Church was doing for the year between five and six…

Bill and Kokichi:

So here me out; both characters are known for being massive liars, while also having plenty more layers to them if you manage to break past all the lies. I might not think about Kokichi as much as Bill, but the concept of guys who hide themselves behind layers and layers of lies is SO fascinating. Sure they would be friends because they're both horrid little gremlins who love to act as the big man in control, but that's really all it is; an act. How many of those layers would be rendered useless when placed up against someone who has also mastered the act of building a wall of lies to hide behind? How many more walls of lies would they try to put up to out-lie the other? Or would they actually start tearing them down when confronted with someone exactly like them? Who's to say, but a friendship between two people like that is certainly an interesting one. Plus they're two little gremlins who would absolutely use the fact that everyone sees them as nothing but horrid little liars to really have fun messing with people. They'd just be conversing about absolute bullshit and anyone nearby would just be listening like "What are you two FUCKING TALKING about???🤨" IDK I just think they're silly and neat and their dynamic would be very fun :3