#couldn't resist the pun

[soul-eater-novel]

P146 そうしたら私の猫をダシにしてリュウカンを連れ出そうとする輩がいると兵が教えてくれたものでね。 Upon arriving I was informed by a guard that a group of people had come to take Liukan away on the pretext of treating my cat.

残念ながら、私の猫はぴんぴんしてます。解放軍のツキも落ちましたね」 Unfortunately for you, my darling kitty cat is the picture of health. Looks like your feint failed, hm?”

ミルイヒが不敵に笑った。 Milich smiled coldly.

ミルイヒは二重扉のちょうど真ん中辺りの壁に、寄り掛かっていた。 He was leaning against the wall between the double set of doors.

レバーを上げられたら、扉を閉じられたら慌てて床を蹴り、ティルが扉の外側に出る。 "If he pulls that lever, if those doors close—” Panicked, Tir dashed to the outer door.

しかしミルイヒはその場から動こうとせず、ちらりとティルを見やってこう言った。 Milich, however, didn’t budge an inch. He just glanced at Tir.

「おや、これはテオの息子のティル・マクドール。皇帝陛下に逆らうとは、お父様が泣いていますよ」 “And what do we have here? Why, if it isn’t Teo’s boy, Tir McDohl. You’ve been naughty, betraying the Emperor and making your daddy cry.”

「なっ、何を!!」痛いところを突かれ、思わずティルは叫んでしまった。 “Wh-what?!” Spluttered Tir, caught off guard. Milich’s remark had touched a nerve.

その横から、ビクトールが剣をかざして歩み出る。 Viktor followed at his side, his sword out.

「いいところで会ったぜ。そっちからのこのこ出てきてくれるなんて、手間が省けてありがたい。ここで決着をつけようじゃないか」 “Good timing. Why dont’cha come on out from your hidey-hole and save us some trouble. Let’s settle the score right here!”

「おやおやこれは野蛮なことを」 “Good heavens, how uncivilized.”

壁から身体を離し、ミルイヒがティルたちに向き直る。 Pushing off from the wall, Milich turned to face them directly.

「剣の腕で遅れはとりませんが、あいにく今はそういう気分ではないので。その代わりと言ってはなんですが……」 “While I’m not too shabby with a sword, if I do say so myself, I’m afraid I’m not in the mood to play today. However, I did bring you a little something…”

ミルイヒがごぞごぞとポケットをまさぐる。 He reached his hand into his pocket.

P147 「あなたたちにはこれを差し上げます。見えますか？このビンが」 “Can you see this vial?”

ミルイヒが高々と挙げた手には、小さなビンが握られていた。 He held his hand aloft, a small bottle held between his fingers.

蝋燭の明かりが弱くよく見えないが、粉のようなものが入っているようだ。 It was difficult to make out in the wavering candlelight but it looked like the vial held something like pollen.

「チッ、また痺れる花粉じゃねえだろうな?!」ビクトールが言った。 “Tsk, that ain’t more paralyzin’ pollen?!” Viktor growled.

「残念、ハズレです。このビンには可愛い僕、私が苦心して作り出した胞子が入っています」 “Nope! No gold star for you. Inside this vial are my darling servants, the spores I’ve worked so hard to create.”

「胞子だと？」剣を携えフリックも前に出た。 “Spores?” echoed Flik, stepping forward with his sword at the ready.

「そうですよ。凄いですよ。この胞子はね、人間を食べちゃうんです。人食い胞子ですね。まだ実験段階なのて半日しか生きられませんが、それだけあれば十分でしょう」 “Yes, that’s right. They are simply amazing. These spores eat human flesh, you see. Human-eating spores. Marvelous, isn’t it? They’re still in the experimental stage so they can only live for about half a day, but that should be more than enough for now.”

「なんだって?! そんなものをどうする気だ?!」フリックが叫ぶと同時に、ミルイヒはすっと後退った。 “What?!” Shouted Flik in alarm. “What the hell are you going to do with that?!” Milich quickly took a step back.

そしてティルたちを見据え、ニヤリと笑った。 He stared fixedly at Tir and the others, his lips peeled back in a sneer.

「こうします」 “This.”

ミルイヒがビンを握った手を振り下ろす。ビンが床に叩きつけられ、砕け散る。 He flung down the vial, smashing it on the floor.

「割れちゃいました。さあ、早く逃げないと危ないですよ。もちろんあなたたちの後ろは行き止まりの牢獄ですから、同じことですけどね」 “Oops, silly me. I’ve gone and broken it. These spores are quite dangerous so you might want to run. Of course, there’s nothing behind you but the prison, so it’s really all the same—a deadend, either way… if you’ll pardon the expression.”

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[artilite]

the brainworms got to me..!! i had to draw him before i exploded

[elliottnotyet]

I'm funny

[Image ID: Three cards from the card game Nest fanned out beside the deck. The card Duck has a picture of a mallard with a green head and brown wings. The text below says: Quack. Give a card from your nest to the hand of the first player who quacks back. The second card is a Cow Bird. The art is of a blueblack bird with a brown head on a branch. The text below says Play this card in an opponents nest. That player then chooses a card from their nest to add to your hand. The last card is the Arctic Tern. The art is of a white bird with black feathers on the top of its head. The text below says take another turn. End ID]

[ruiky]

🎆 Gala Night

📻 "Like what you see, Podcast?"

📺 "I... Am I HALLUCINATING?!"

📻 "AH! It looks like that TV of yours really melts away your brain cells, IF there's any to begin with."

📺 "Hey! If anyone's brain is melting, it would more likely be YOURS!

📺 "I did not expect you to take "get dressed" so literally, Alastor!"

Little follow up:

📻 *Annoyed* "Hmm... Are you gonna take my hand NOW?"

📺 *trembling* "YES! Ma'am-Sir!"

🔗Link:

Wip - AL in different dresses

Wip - comic

Close up for the follow-up:

No text version:

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 13- goddamn when you're young

"My heart plays the songs of my lost years. My scars are a church for my old fears. My body's a wreck, but I don't care, I swear. So say a prayer, gotta lift me up, goddamn when you're young in America." -Young In America by Barns Courtney

Masterlist Part 12

Jazz felt the shockwave of the bomb seconds before the sound reached them. Concussive, lethal, far too close as Jazz pushed Jason to the ground, trying to shield him with her body. It was instinct to protect her loved ones, her body was near indestructible after all. 

Chunks of wall and metal rained down on them, striking Jazz in the back but not forcing her down just yet, making sure to keep Jason tucked as far under her as possible and cradling his head. The debris hurt but ultimately couldn’t harm her, but they were stuck under until it was safe to move. 

“Jason?” Jazz murmured, hearing still sensitive from the shockwave. He was still under her, shallow breaths against her sternum proof he was alive, but Jazz needed to hear his voice. 

“Jason, talk to me.” She tried again, this time shuffling a bit to get some debris off her spine that was uncomfortable. 

She felt him speak against her, “Jazz.” His speech was slurred so her name came out more like ‘ass’, funny it would be in any other moment, but not now that she felt like one for not being able to protect her boyfriend from what killed him previously. He wasn’t alone this time, Jazz was here and she wasn’t going to let go until she absolutely had to. 

“It’s ok, Jay, I got you.” She promised, “We have to move.” Time was running out, just like her faith in this shitty apartment to hold itself together after such a blast. She had to get them both out of here, but-

Her train of thought was interrupted by something warm on her thigh. Jazz didn’t need to guess what it was from the smell alone. 

Blood. 

It wasn’t hers, no it had the tinge of corrupted ecto to it and held Jason’s scent just on the surface. 

Fuck, he’d been hurt. 

Jazz cursed out loud and shifted again, forcing debris away from the two of them so she could summon her sword. It was dangerous to rip open a portal from below, but she had no other choice. Thankfully, she was skilled enough to create a directional difference on the other side, so no debris would fall on them and they themselves wouldn’t have to plummet from above. 

Channeling her energy towards her hand, Jazz released her hold on Jason’s head as she felt the cool metal of her sword handle settle into her palm, vibrating slightly from being called forth. 

Envisioning the Far Frozen, her sword vibrated more strongly in acceptance before she imagined where she wanted the portal and with far more effort that she should have expended, Jazz thrusted her sword into the floor beneath them. 

Her beautiful sword, her Faithkeeper, hummed as the fabric of reality was torn asunder and allowed for the Infinite Realms to bleed through, Jazz held her breath as Jason’s muffled scream echoed in her chest as they sunk through her portal to be embraced by winter frost. 

It wasn’t easy to let Jason be taken from her grasp, even if it was Frostbite himself who cradled her lover to his soft fur. The Yeti had come bounding across the snow to her side, ready to fight an army but only to be greeted by Jazz’s teary face as she cradled the love of her life to her chest. 

Frostbite didn’t say anything as he brought them both back to the tribe. 

Jazz refused to leave Jason’s side even as he was stitched up, gently carding a shaking hand through his dark hair, wanting nothing more than to wrap him up in a blanket and hide him from the world. He had been hurt in her apartment, on her watch, in her haunt. It was unacceptable. 

Danny would no doubt be investigating the explosion that had occurred in his haunt, even if Jazz’s tear in reality hadn’t alerted him to the fact that something was very wrong. She hadn’t tasted any corrupted ectoplasm in the air, which the GIW unknowingly used in their weapons post-Fenton death and lack of access to the Realms, but still didn’t eliminate them as suspects. 

The question was- Why? If Jazz could answer that then she’d eventually find the culprit and properly deal with them. 

(Eviscerate them.) 

But not right now, Jason was more important than murder getting on the trail of whoever was idiotic enough to hurt the man she loved. 

By the time Jason woke up, Jazz had zero doubts she would have to come clean about everything spooky going on. 

His blue eyes were narrowed In contemplation as he digested her words, her explanation of where they were, what happened, why they were there and so on. 

He didn’t seem angry, which she took as a good sign. 

“So I’m a Revenant.” The word sounded wrong in the air between them, bitter with the memory of death, his death. 

“You were, but now-“ 

He cut her off, “I’m a Liminal.” 

Jazz nodded, softly rubbing her thumb over his hand she held in her own, comforted by the rhythm of his pulse against her fingers. 

“And you’re like me?” It was a question, one of hope that Jason wasn’t alone, that someone would understand. 

“Yes, I’m a liminal too.” They had time to get into the finer details of their respective liminality, Proto-Cores and all. For right now, the basics were enough. 

Jason fixed his gaze back on her, searching her features for something, something he clearly found much to her bewilderment, “You’re Regent.” 

It was spoken with awe and sadness. Jason knew what she had done to the Fentons, to her proginators, but he still wasn’t angry. 

She didn’t answer him with words, only lifting his hand to her lips to leave a kiss on his palm. Many things would need to be discussed later, but for now they had this moment to rest. 

Frostbite allowed them to stay in the healing tent for a day cycle, content with Jason’s vitals and ecto-levels left the room, but not before sparing Jazz a knowing look as she held fast to her boyfriend. Yes, the old Yeti knew the answers to several questions of hers and it only served to further tie the two liminals together. 

Jason, for his part, was calm and resting peacefully despite how his temperature began to fluctuate every so often, not as bad as when he’d first been brought to the Realms though. Further proof that he was settling in well as a Proto-core liminal, but Jasmine still worried every time a shiver ran through him. She didn’t want to invade his space without his consent, especially now that it wasn’t life threatening enough that she had to use her own Proto-core heat, but she still wanted nothing more than to curl into his chest and block out the world. 

“Jazz….” Jason mumbled, drawing the Regent back to her love. He was somewhat conscious again, but still ready to be dragged back under. 

“Yeah, Jay?” Jasmine responded, hand squeezing his own lightly where she had yet to let go. 

Her love didn’t answer, lifting up his opposite arm from the one she held captive and Jazz took the initiative embarrassingly quick to climb over and settle against his side in a familiar fashion as they would on her bed. 

(Jazz loved the smell of him on her sheets.)

(Gunpowder, petrichor and something uniquely Jason.)

“‘M sorry, Jay.” The red head mumbled, head resting against his chest right above the steady beat of his heart. There were many things she had to apologize for in this lifetime (and never would), but for Jason she felt they were necessary. He’d been nothing but good to her, watching over her as she walked home late at night, softly reading to her by lamplight, cooking her favorite food… he was her perfect match. 

Her soulmate. 

Despite how bad she wanted to mock the overused cliche, Jazz could not dispute its validity at any angle other than sheer audacity of it happening to her of all people. 

(The one lost in the dark.) 

Perhaps it was meant to be, she mused, with her proclivity towards the darkness of mind and soul that her other half would possess a proto-core of shadows. The same ones that hid him, aided him and now gave him life in a completely ironic sense. 

(Not dead.) 

(One foot in the grave.)

(Cat in a box.)

(What are we today?) 

“No.” Jason rumbled underneath her ear in the same baritone she loved to hear. He didn’t say anything more, so Jazz left him to fall back asleep. They would talk more later anyways. 

For now, Jazz was left to her thoughts. 

Danny’d been about to take a sip of his milkshake when the ripple of sheer terror came over him, body and core. One that he’d only felt when Amity was pulled into the Realms, when his people were hurt and terrified. 

Jazz. 

He didn’t even bother to say goodbye to Signal, the Sunshine child startled by Danny’s sudden departure- no he literally started sprinting in the direction of his haunt, where Jazz should be, not even dropping his milkshake as he ran. The meta was probably going to follow him but he wasn’t all that concerned, hell he’d take Sunshine over Stabby any day… but Jazz! 

Jazz was in trouble! 

The ripple was her effect on his core, a side effect of a portal being opened within the bounds of his haunt. Usually he didn’t really pay attention to it, other than a passing thought that she was back home safe, but terror at the same time? No. Jazz was in trouble and he needed to be there now. 

(And he fucking forgot he could fly. )

Tossing his milkshake over his shoulder to where the meta was almost about to grab him by the arm, Danny ducked out of sight and transformed into his ghostly alter, rings of light barely making a complete pass before he was off in the air. 

He left a very baffled daylight hero, covered in boo-berry delight, watching him go.

Duke, not for the first time, had the thought of- Add that to the list of ‘must never let B find out’. 

Prime adoption bait Danny Nightingale was prime bat bait because he was a vigilante already. 

He’d seen the strange shadow shapes around the teenager ever since they’d first met on a random Gotham rooftop, with Danny lounging on a lawn chair with coffee and a look that screamed he wished for the sweet release of death, but he’d put it down to ‘meta-in-hiding’ and closed the case. 

(Not before getting the background on the kid thanks to Oracle.) 

It wasn’t the first time his ghost sight had outed a meta and Duke was positive it wouldn’t be the last, but Danny had been the first to have an overlay rather than an aura. Others, metas included, had silhouettes of themselves of colors associated with them as a being. Batman was charcoal grey, Jason was red, Tim was brown and Duke was yellow. Rarely had he’d seen an overlay of something else, something other and familiar to the hero. 

Standing over Danny’s shoulder, ever still and watchful with its green, green gaze fixed unflinching forwards was a King. 

(A Phantom King.)

Skin tinted light blue as if suffering hypothermia, stark white hair braided across one shoulder with several glass beads tied into the strands that clinked with every shift Danny made in an echo of wind chimes, sharp features set in a neutral expression as if frozen in place. Snowflakes dusted the light blue collar of a black cloak fastened at the collarbone with a shard of ice entrapping a green flame and galaxies lazily floating across the span of the cloak, though with every movement it parted to reveal a white shirt tucked haphazardly into black jeans.

The being wore a crown of green ice on its head that reflected the sunlight. 

Duke felt in his bones that should he dare try anything against Danny that he would come face to face with the otherworldly being. 

(Why did the being look like a victim of hypothermia?) 

 (Why was it attached to Danny?) 

(And why did he just see a variation of it fly away?) 

It wasn’t until Duke was about to fall asleep some hours later that the realization struck him about what he’d seen standing behind Danny. 

He’d seen the future Phantom. 

Phantom frosted over the smoldering embers of what had been his sister’s apartment building, the remnants clinging to a broken frame like a shambling corpse. He’d not been able to hear anyone in need, most importantly he couldn’t hear Jazz though. Her apartment was on the top floor with roof access, but it was empty of life forms much to his relief. Jazz had probably gotten out using a portal. 

Phantom lingered for a few moments in the debris of his sister’s home, carefully sorting through for anything salvageable that couldn’t wait. Most of the shelves were furthest from the blast zone so Jazz’s books were going to be fine, though singed and ash coated alongside the contents of her closet, which included a hidden safe Phantom phased a hand through. 

His hand touched something glass, thrumming with power underneath his fingers and familiar. 

(Pure ecto.)

(What Jazz needs to remain alive.) 

Phantom hurriedly retrieved the vials, shoving them into his chest for safekeeping before moving on towards where he suspects the bomb was placed. 

It was odd.

He’d been expecting corroded remains of a cannablized Fenton explosive, the ones he’d been familiar with down in the lab, but this was plainly human for even a goopy ghouly ghosty like him to see. 

Not a trace of corrupted ectoplasm either, a sure sign of GIW presence due to the nature of their technology. The GIW wouldn’t plant something like this for the hell of it right? It’s not ‘anti-ghost’ in the slightest! 

Who else would target Jazz, the most ecto-contaminated being on Earth? 

(Unless she wasn’t the target.) 

Definitely human oriented explosive, timed and locked firmly into place with what looks to be a steel plate bolted into the floorboards, clearly meant to be left unattended for a long period of time. Delayed detonation. 

(Explosives were never his strong suit.) 

(But he’d learnt at the knee of Jack Fenton.) 

(And so he knew many things he wished he didn’t.) 

(What his beating heart looks like.) 

(“-molecule by molecule!”) 

This wasn’t meant for a liminal being, but for humans. 

Either someone targeted Jazz without that bit of extra knowledge or she wasn’t the target. 

(Sure looked like it though.) 

(Right in the middle of the empty apartment next door.) 

“I’m telling you, his tracker stopped working right there!” 

Tim didn’t like going outside most days. The sun hurt his eyes and he hated being swarmed by people. 

(Ugh, people.) 

Yet, here he was, in the outernet with only sunglasses and a ball cap to ward off pesky reporters on his way to the last location of his most murderous sibling at the edge of said sibling’s territory. 

(Tim hated Crime Alley with a vengeance.) 

The Ridge wasn’t where he’d ever expect to find Jason, the older man preferring to remain in the Alley if he wasn’t wandering Gotham proper. The Ridge was neglected and crime ridden up to a few months previously, the vigilantes Phantom and Regent claimed the territory as their own to protect. It was kind of awe-inspiring to study the real-time data plummet with their presence, though the big Bat himself wasn’t pleased with openly active ‘Metas’ in his city despite their obvious positive influence. 

Phantom was once a vigilante from Amity Park, Illinois, the town that claimed itself to be the most haunted place on Earth. It’s population was halved on its opinion of the ghost, almost split perfectly between generations on whether or not the teenager was a hero or the one controlling the attacking ghosts. With what Tim knew now thanks to the Ghost Files, he was of the firm belief that the vigilante was only defending his haunt from both ghost hunters and ghosts. Major Justice League level threats had been handled by Phantom almost single-handedly, though Batman had been livid to discover that someone had classified the distress calls from the small town as pranks. 

(He’d listened to every single one.)

(There was nothing about them that screamed prank.) 

(And no, they still hadn’t found who had committed such a fuck up.) 

It was fortunate that Phantom was a Protector spirit with all the powers available to him, not to mention the grit and resilience he displayed in every major fight he threw himself into. Mad respect to the ghost boy, couldn’t have been easy. 

(Though Tim could never unsee the death and rebirth of that same hero.) 

(The scream echoes in his ears when he thinks too hard about it.) 

Unfortunately for him, his thoughts screeched to a halt when he found the location he’d been sent to. 

A burnt shell of an apartment building held together by Phantom’s ice, firefighters carefully searching for anyone left trapped inside, civilians loitering around like ants at a picnic. No one spared him more than a passing glance, but Tim still noted the weary gazes and tried to get information. No one could say anything more than an explosion happened, with Phantom following close behind to form Ice on the building in an effort to keep it intact, before the ghost kid entered himself and Phantom had yet to leave. 

Jason was in the building when the explosion happened, but without a time to match the tracker read out to they wouldn’t know if he’d been killed in the blast, tracker affected by the shockwave or pinned down by debris.  

“Hey babs, did Jason have a safe house here?” Tim asked, soft spoken into his phone so as to not be overheard. 

Barbara didn’t answer, but Tim had a feeling he wasn’t going to like whatever she said next. 

“…in a way?” 

“You just answered a question with a question.” He accused, a bit of shock coloring his words. Barbara definitely knew something she wasn’t sharing. 

“Jason might have… a girlfriend…” 

“What.” 

It came pouring out, “Its so cute, they’re so cute. He just adores her and she’s so sweet to him, I’ve never seen him smile so much and he’s so calm-“ 

“Woah, woah, slow down, Jason has a girlfriend?” If it wasn’t so concerning from his angle, the explosion wracked building in front of him, he would be cackling at the juicy blackmail as only a younger sibling can. 

“Mhm, Jasmine Nightingale, twenty years old and applicant for Gotham University currently pending. Younger brother is Danny Nightingale who often talks to Signal whenever Duke crosses his path, obsessed with Space and science, currently attending Gotham Academy. Jasmine has a trust fund allowance from the estate of her presumed dead godfather, but that’s the only thing that stands out.” 

(Jasmine and Jason.) 

(Tim felt happy for his older brother despite their history.) 

“This is her apartment, isn’t it.” 

Tim didn’t need Barbara to answer that either, the silence spoke for itself. 

“Well, shit.” 

A/N: 3k words for you! @meditating-cat had suggested making the last section more dramatic, but I want to save that for the next part where I want Bruce to react. And now Jason finally knows the truth! I can't wait to write more about him as Hood with Regent out in Gotham.

Yes, beta read by @meditating-cat who also gave me some song suggestions. If you have any of your own please don't hesitate to message me! I love music and often use it for inspiration in my works.

In fact the very last part of this series was written first as a draft before I even made Regent!Jazz or Vigilante!Jazz, because of a Katy Perry song.

It has always been a Hardcover pairing though.

Thanks for reading!

[zakifairer]

Another similarity to Azem.

[raggedy-spaceman]

Oh look, Izzy is (g)loveless.

[bearotonin-international]

hi bearotonin team, thank you for keeping our spirits high

[fly-sky-high-arts]

(Choco Mint coloration ^)

Ice Scream Bat

Creature that hides and dwells within the icy caves, snowy mountains and cold regions. Very small but with noise that tends to confuse new visitors of the area, scaring them with high pitched screeches in the evenings. Locals, however, know it's harmless. And cute.

Seeing the bat hop on the ground is not unusual. Often they want to keep their wings warm so they will travel with bird like hops. Their light weight doesn't allow them to sink into the snow. If they sense danger with their excellent hearing, they're quick to take off and hide within the prickly evergreens or super cold caverns.

:

Additional info if adopted as Fakemon:

Name: Frosqueak (Frost+Squeak) Type: Ice

(Strawberry Choco/shiny coloration v)

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Update on availability in the reblog!

@patmax17 let me know if interested in this critter for 13$ or more if offering :) Dragon design will be posted with the reply ask once I am done with it.

[schistostegapennata]

Simultaneously intensely missing and feeling incredibly proud of gf, who is currently on another continent for a couple of weeks giving a lecture at a conference and then volunteering on a farm.

About to go distract myself by making dye out of all the avocado pits she secretly saved for me for months so I could make a very beautiful deep pink :')

[sailorsplatoon]

i put rats in your ravioli

No! My ravioli! I guess it’s ratvioli now… 

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Can you give me a recipe for a bee milkshake that includes bees in the recipe?

The recipe for my bee milkshakes is very simple, and involves only three ingredients:

1. Bees

2. Cold water

3. A mason jar.

To prepare the milkshakes, you need a jar with a lid (that will not leak when filled to the brim with cold water). The water should be very cold. You should soak the jar in the cold water for at least an hour. (If this bothers you, you could put it in the freezer or run the water very cold instead of just filling the jar and leaving it to get cold over time.)

Then, fill the jar to the brim with bees. You will want more than the "standard" amount -- if you do this properly, the jar is very full, and you may have to fill it to the brim many times. (You'll probably have to do this twice or thrice.)

Seal the jar. If the jar doesn't seal well at first, or you've had one that keeps leaking, you may have to add some more bees to make sure the jar is properly sealed.

Leave the jar sealed on the counter. If you do this properly, you can leave the jar out for a while and you will get a milkshake.

Now, all that's left to do is drink.

[madanimalscientist]

in D&D rn: we are in a shrine with fonts of water that could be turned into holy water me: so do the fonts have angels on them? I'm curious as to if they're seraph or sans-seraph fonts

[jovialturtleface]

Monster Grrl

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

when a character seems like blorbo material but you haven't gotten around to reading/watching/listening to the thing yet: they're in your blorbit