#fossil ghouls

[dynoguard]

I admit I was a bit surprised the current conception is that compassion would universally "taint" the fossil ghouls food. I assumed because of how the Fossil Ghouls need to make things feel personal so victims don't just dissociate, a little mix of positive emotions or bittersweetness (with a Fossil Ghoul that imitates dead lovers or something), might occasionally beneficial to Apothis. Like a vitamin or mineral or something but still needs all the negative emotions to make it go down smoothly.

Well, I chose Borax for the example because you can eat a lot of borax and not die, as seen with Poison Squads of the early 1900s. You just wouldn't want to eat it, and you wouldn't be able to live off it long-term. Apothis's digestive system treats anything that isn't "evil" as either indigestible matter or as toxins to be filtered out.

The Ghouls each have a mortal virtue (as the Dinos all have a character flaw), they just perceive them as vices. They interact with aspects of "good", and the whole point of them is that they can understand it intellectually enough to manipulate it, whereas Apothis understands evil the same way a hummingbird understands the chemistry of sugar.

But the core idea is that they're feeding on evil, and natural evil is the lowest kind of evil. An accident or disease that has no cause, animal predation, natural disasters, etc are all just 'bad stuff that happens.' There's suffering to it, it produces some entroplasm, but it takes a sapient being that can understand malice, callousness, superstition and greed to produce food-grade wickedness.

Apothis slams himself into planets with sapient life at or approaching the industrial level because that's a greasy buffet table compared to a pile of iceberg lettuce (a world of non-sapient animal life).

A mismanaged care home would produce a lot of fuel for a ghoul. One run well is empty calories at best, poison at worst.

The ghouls have a bit of these elements left over, partially so they can still understand mortals enough to do their jobs and partially because just a scrap of mortal virtue means they're monsters, not natural disasters.

[captain-astors]

Hide 2, kimi 2, 7, and 13 for any au!

Alright! Pardon the wait,

2. Hide headcanon, Collects those little eraser animal things and hands them out like candy. You're having a bad day? Eraser zebra on your desk. You're proud of yourself? Eraser penguin appears in your jacket pocket. Confused and stressed? Eraser lion. Do not ask when he put them there, he'll just dodge the question and use it as a transition to talk about why he gave them to you. The secrets of his stealth are unfathomable to any mere mortal, just accept your new friend and let it bring you strength.

2. Kimi headcanon! Impressively talented at arcade games, she will kick your ass. It's a combination of knowing all the tricks to beating their scams and raw skill. Nishiki had a very rude awakening to this when he had this whole grand plan for a nice date, where he was going to win her something from the claw machine and then they'd get icecream together. Only to witness these plans crumble as he was beaten 6 times in pinball, and witnessed her break the laws of physics to grab exactly the stuffed animal she wanted from the claw machine 3 times in a row without dropping them. She gave him one and he's a little bit afraid of it.

7. Angst headcanon

I'm not a very angst-ish person by nature regardless of what my fics/drawings might suggest but I'll try my best...

Rotten Follow is a quinque made from Shikorae's deceased older brother, something that undeniably has extremely polarizing emotions tied to it because on one hand the memory of his brother seems to be the only thing he's managed to hold on to, but he was also tortured into a catatonic state with that quinque and only kept alive by the small bits of his brother's body he was fed over the years which is YIKES even for Tokyo Ghoul. As much as I love Shikorae I do think he is a prime example of the prioritization of "dark" subjects over logic as well as several other issues with the portrayal of villainous ghouls in the story.

Anyways, with all this context in mind I don't think it's too much of a reach to say that Shikorae's rampage could've been motivated by the inheritor of Rotten Follow after Furuta (Whoever that could be) and a simple desire to chase after any trace of his brother. Because he's never been shown to be explicitly malicious (given he hasn't been shown as the contrary either) simply following orders and hunger.

13. A headcanon about a AU (of your preference)

Not great at AU's either because I'm mostly fond of minor alterations that have ripple effects and no one wants to hear me ramble for 3 paragraphs about how if Furuta lived who's to say his RC system couldn't get worse actually- anyways may's just around the corner so mermaid AU, exclusively with some of my favorites and also Arima:

Hanbee would be a False Killer Whale

Juuzou would be a Bottlenose (They form partnerships sometimes it's really interesting)

Hairu's a River Dolphin.

Arima's a Sperm Whale.

Rize's a Giant Pacific Octopus or Great White.

Furuta's a Mimic Octopus.

Koori's a Blue Pinoy Angelfish.

Uta's a Killer Whale

Renji's an Angel Shark or Thresher

Itori's a mantis shrimp

[golvio]

The Republican Party is run by Christian Zionists who are convinced that starting WW III in Jerusalem will fulfill an apocalyptic prophecy that will automatically teleport them to heaven. As horrible as the Palestinian genocide is under these crusty old war hawks who’ve been baying for blood and oil since the Iran-Contra era, I guarantee you it will be ten million times worse if Donnie takes control and he has the entire Christian Dominionist donor convention hissing flattery into his ears.

It sucks balls, but if it comes down to it, we have to vote pragmatically. And even if you don’t want to cast your vote for the Lesser Evil and put Harambe as the write-in candidate instead, at least show up to the polls to make sure your county government doesn’t vote some whackadoodle Liberty Mom who wants to put all gay teachers into a wood chipper onto your school board.

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week.

The Consumer Financial Protection Bureau put forward a new regulation to limit bank overdraft fees. The CFPB pointed out that the average overdraft fee is $35 even though majority of overdrafts are under $26 and paid back with-in 3 days. The new regulation will push overdraft fees down to as little as $3 and not more than $14, saving the American public collectively 3.5 billion dollars a year.

The Environmental Protection Agency put forward a regulation to fine oil and gas companies for emitting methane. Methane is the second most abundant greenhouse gas, after CO2 and is responsible for 30% of the rise of global temperatures. This represents the first time the federal government has taxed a greenhouse gas. The EPA believes this rule will help reduce methane emissions by 80%

The Energy Department has awarded $104 million in grants to support clean energy projects at federal buildings, including solar panels at the Pentagon. The federal government is the biggest consumer of energy in the nation. The project is part Biden's goal of reducing the federal government's greenhouse gas emissions by 65% by 2030. The Energy Department estimates it'll save taxpayers $29 million in the first year alone and will have the same impact on emissions as taking over 23,000 gas powered cars off the road.

The Education Department has cancelled 5 billion more dollars of student loan debt. This will effect 74,000 more borrowers, this brings the total number of people who've had their student loan debt forgiven under Biden through different programs to 3.7 Million

U.S. Agency for International Development has launched a program to combat lead exposure in developing countries like South Africa and India. Lead kills 1.6 million people every year, more than malaria and AIDS put together.

Congressional Democrats have reached a deal with their Republican counter parts to revive the expanded the Child Tax Credit. The bill will benefit 16 million children in its first year and is expected to lift 400,000 children out of poverty in its first year. The proposed deal also has a housing provision that could see 200,000 new affordable rental units

[spaghettioverdose]

Sorry to add the OceanGate spam but like I keep either seeing people crying and pissing about how "these are human lives we shouldn't cheer for their death!!" or people responding with "they knew what they were getting themselves into". I want to make it very clear that this is actually incredibly funny and I hope this shit happens more often.

Even if they didn't willingly pay more money than I've seen in my life to go into the world's most makeshift submarine, even if they went into a completely good and normal vehicle and were cooked alive in a complete one-in-a-million freak accident, I would still find it incredibly funny.

Too often billionaires will get to fund every ghoul who wants to wipe out some group of people as long as that ghoul gets them policy that is economically favourable (at the expense of the working class), make their employees slave away on shit wages and in shit conditions, fund climate denial bullshit so they can pump the atmosphere full of CO2 for just a bit longer, patent life-saving medicine etc. and they get to live and die free of any consequences. They get to fuck over everyone forever and still live a long happy life full of extravagance and luxury and die peacefully surrounded by friends and family.

This isn't going to bring any change or whatever but it's genuinely nice to see some of these shitheads die horribly every now and then. The only reason you're all crying about them is because you completely lack awareness of what a billionaire really is.

Billionaires do not end up billionaires through hard work. Billionaires have a completely different class position and economic interests compared to you and it puts them at odds with you. Billionaires do not see the working class as people and will gladly burn you for fuel in a heartbeat if it was cheaper and more economically viable than burning fossil fuels.

[kick-a-long]

I've thought about how to say this or if I should but I figured it might be nice to know you're not yelling into a void. I used to be your pretty standard left leaning anti-zionist. I used to always insist that Jewish people didn't need Israel to be a thing and "if they all moved to NYC tomorrow nobody would even notice" because I honestly thought that antisemitism was this ancient fossil that only edgy middle school boys and 4-channers throw around and if the US became home to all the world's jews they could be safe without the need for any further violence. Which was so horrifyingly naive (especially considering I myself was labeled as jewish by classmates for sobbing during documentary about the holocaust and having physical features they thought where jewish) that if I didn't have some pollyanna 'surely everyone is trying their best to be nice' instances in the past I would have thought I had a stroke or something. The antisemitism that I've seen in people I thought where otherwise good and kind individuals post the events of October has shaken the absolute hell out of me. It makes me feel sick to think they where just laying in wait for an excuse to be more public with their hate. I know now that Jewish people don't just need Israel, they deserve to have a place where they can know for sure they'll be safe and that absolute ghouls aren't going to jump out of no-where. Thank you for being so open about what you experience.

the past is the past. you see it now and you were brave enough to reach out, good for you. always happy to hear that non-jews are seeing the absolute bat shit bigotry against jews too.

speak up about it. antisemites keep gaslighting jews by saying we're making antisemitism up. you can make a huge difference just by pointing out things that are antisemitic to people around you irl. on the internet any neo nazi can pretend to be "just supporting" Palestine by sharing blood libel. pictures, flyers and slogans from the anti israel protests are pretty clearly antisemitic not just obviously genocidal about Israelis (jews, and any type of arab living there.) challenge your friends you know want to end bigotry to look for it.

you can start by looking at news paper head lines that are written to unfairly paint Israelis and jews as aggressors and liars compared with literal terrorist groups (especially the houthis and hezbollah who are literally slave traders, like actually kidnapping woman (including muslims and christians et all) and selling them into sex slavery.)

[thelampisaflashlight]

Some general ghoul headcanons, because it's been a while. Let's go.

-Dew is really into learning about new technology, but also absolutely hates smart household appliances.

He doesn't want his fridge to connect to the wifi for example.

Prefers having a DVD player to dealing with streaming services that *might* have the movie he wants to watch, or make him play over and over again to watch it more than once.

Launched Swiss' smart speaker out the window when it turned on while he was in the kitchen.

-Rain paints his nails all the time and they're usually immaculate, but he's also guilty of letting it chip off or picking it off while he's sitting around.

Does other people's nails for fun, but mostly because he has the most patience out of all of them when it comes to these kinds of things.

-Mountain's biggest secret is that gardening isn't really even, like, his number one hobby. It's not even the second highest.

His absolute favorite thing to do in his free time is make food, even if he's not the best at it all the time, but that's kind of the point.

And lastly;

-Cumulus is the resident dinosaur/fossil enthusiast, and she managed to give Aeon and Aurora the same brain rot, so whenever they have downtime, they make trips to museums to look at their collections.

[grimlyink-but-creative]

Introducing one of my newest Welcome Home OCs!!

Spooky Louie!

So! Spooky Louie here is from a place called “Ghost Town”

A big ol’ place full to the brim with Ghosts and Ghouls, and it’s not really a pleasant place to be in.

Ghosts in this town scared muppet mortals (muppets who are alive), and fed off of the fear. They all did it for a living, including a lot of the individuals in Louie’s family.

He didn’t necessarily like scaring people or being a ghost himself. He wanted to feel more, alive and happier in a place away from all the spooky happenings that was his own hometown.

He also instead wanted to be a architect, because he found it rather mesmerizing to see things from the past be full of such meaning. Like fossils, artifacts, Ect.

His family didn’t really approve of his lifestyle and dreams of being what he wanted, so in response, he moves his lil’ self away to the neighborhood.

To lift his spirits he told himself!

His home is on the edge of the woods of the neighborhood, it being an abandoned museum.

He introduces himself to everyone..during the Halloween Party Event. He goes through the wall, and he says to everyone in a kind way.“Good evening!” This causing everybody to run out of the house and freak out from his sudden presence.

He really doesn’t mean any harm! He just needs to get used to being around the more “lively” folk..

Feel free to ask anything about him to me in my ask box! Or you can ask him anything if you’d like!

[lazleylazarus]

FINALLY starting pt.2 of my monster high redesigns, these are almost one year old 💀💀💀

i planned to upload the rest of the concepts when i'm done with cleo but i'm stuck on her

LAGOONA!!!🐠

"комсомолка, спортсменка и просто красавица" school's athlete, activist and student council member, lagoona is mostly known as one of, if not the friendliest ghouls around there. always upbeat and cheerful, her strong and genuinely supportive nature made others view her as some kind of authority which makes them gather around her persona, even some professors. this made lagoona the current chairwoman of water sports school club, a branch of school's sports club and an unofficial head of water monsters community. sometimes lagoona is followed by two other water ghouls who mostly share some info and gossip with her and those around. the one would say "she has no enemies" and won't be wrong despite the fact some monsters may find her very annoying just because (some are simply not fond of it, some are just mean). lagoona quickly becomes one of frankie's first and the closest friends at school after draculaura and clawdeen and despite not being an active yet still honorary member of the "rejects" (since she technically isn't one), she often visits them and watches other ghouls in the club "as the council representative", as they joke. still, lagoona has her own problems related to all the stress caused by the weight of her responsibilities and also her family not accepting the ghoul's romance with a river monster gil webber and she's yet to open up about it all because she tries her best to keep up with being everyone's beacon of hope. loves asian and polynesian cuisine, working out, studying fossils and science fiction media centered around water and its creatures

GHOULIA!!! 🧠 

zombie community goes through quite hard times. being one of the largest in monster high, it causes some problems, mostly lack of speed and sometimes academic underperformance being the main factors causing some students' dislikes for these creatures. at the same time, it makes it easier for the "brighter" zombies to stand out and there are a few of them. ghoulia's extreme intelligence made her one of the most respectable zombies and top mh student, however it didn't stop some bullies from targeting her, especially another zombie with better speaking and social skills. that was until cleo got involved and offered ghoulia her protection as a popular ghoul in exchange for her "help" in studies. though it didn't stop her main bully from targeting her for a few reasons, cleo's offer protected ghoulia from others and marked the beginning of their friendship(?). cleo's authority also opened her a few more possibilities such as joining school press and a post-hardcore band as a drummer and scream/growl vocalist. though she can only speak zombie and sign languages, it serves as some kind of speech correction therapy, making noises sounding somewhat similar to those others may even partially recognize as words but not perfectly. kinda like singing to fight stuttering but somewhat different. anyways, she joins the "rejects" club after getting along with frankie who isn't okay with another zombie bothering ghoulia despite cleo's protection. fran is extremely willing to help her and is ready to confront the bully in question but ghoulia and cleo do not seem to be enthusiastic about it. loves video games, post-hardcore and industrial metal, comics and brain-shaped cherry jelly in school canteen

bonus: lagoona's very first sketch

i scrapped it because i decided i'd love her to look more athletic. some details may be used someday later

[zombocomme]

Please, interact with us, our music cues will be highlighted for your convenience

[Midnight Special Theme plays:]

Zombocomme: Well, well, well, we are back on the air and we thank our audience for their patience. Mental health vacations should be taken by everyone, and loving yourself is so important, no? As this episode airs we have a little bet going on behind the scenes. You see, this story was originally selected from the BTL Lore vault and it's central characters and true ending have since been left on the cutting room floor, in favor of lending it's spirit to this collaboration project. Half our crew believes the original ending for the AU should make a debut, (ending A.), whereas the other half believe that leaving the episode resolution a mystery is perfect as is (ending B.) I've seen both of course, but I find that every rendition of the story means something new. I could go on forever re writing it, but the spirit of the tale is the same. And yes. It is time to move on from this Collab project to our next exciting slot, even if we do wish we saw a different end. I'll hope our audience enjoys this theatrical cut... And once again, this program is brought to you by contributions and collaborations from audience members like you, thank you.

And Now, Ministry 📺TV presents.

Featuring @frjimdefroque and @ask-miasma-ghoul in

RBRG/ FRJD and AMG:

✨️🐦‍🔥Combiverse🦋✨️

Spin off Episode: part 4 (ending B.)

Between The Lines, Episode 7 PART 4 of 4: “So help you god…you're set free”

Enjoy

NFW: MDNI : Rated-R: (Mature themes) *mentions death and dead bodies, bugs, gore and frontier diseases and violence, guns, religious interpretation of trauma, consumption of body and blood, allusions to murder/self and description macabre, and ghosts of the espooky kind.

“Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me” KJV- Mathew 25:37-40

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[Midnight Special Theme continues to play:]

God… The temptation made Miasma shiver  and his stomach pool a hot coil tightening from within…Jim shivered, but for a completely different reason…

Jim’s eyes clouded milky white. As he stood at the edge of the sunken sacred earth, it became more and more like a pit at the bottom of a gentle slope. They had dug into  the brick and when they had looked  up, the world around them seemed like a whiteout. Nothing. Only the distant row of the trees, the line circling them like a black fingered noose, that while it lay in wait, seemed somehow to tighten all around them all at once.

Jim stood up and threw the shovel, “The Captain wrote it, all but confessed it, ‘The Game had moved on’, he said! There were no ‘bucks’,” Jim seethed, desperately aching,  “Only desperate people.”

Miasma tilted his head away as if in mild disgust beholding the long since charred remains. Remnants of their time, discovered in the horrifying aftermath of ‘The end’, preserved like a stony fossil, cold and forever dead, until it hardened and became known… became the truth…concrete, and indifferent.

“They must have been starving” Miasma said, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips, voice barely above a whisper.

“Like the Donner Party. They burned everything they could.  But left the main place standing, the places most damnable. All this evidence left behind… like someone wanted this to be found” Jim said through his trance like state, rocking on his heels, vulnerable and icy. “Whoever wrote that Diary probably.” Jim swallowed, feeling like a blue ice cube had been swallowed, frosting through  a hole in his stomach. He felt sick. Brittle old bones and a few scraps of rotted cloth, trinkets and tokens that had somehow in the heat, collapsed the kilns, trapping the mass grave of bones with saw marks and serrations.

Miasma’s face hardened, his nose catching whiffs of torn tender flesh, festered like that of a blackening fruit, zinging in the putrid of the juice, flies buzzing daintily, “My god… They really dead eat each other, didn't they. and that line, 'to the brick with their kin', hell it condemns the captain as well. Seems it is true...Mankind cannot help themselves can they, when it comes to their baser desires," he swallowed, "I suppose all mortals face this in the end… the judgement day of their wretchedness.

It’s, almost as if no matter what, under the eyes of god, it is true, all mankind is created equal.. That is…” Miasma paused, “...that is because, all men must die… funny… that a God who demands everlasting faith, is also a God that creates its faithful out of such perishable vessels... It’s a shame really” Miasma said, feeling his stomach clamp shut, trapping his insides. Jim eyes were white, his voice echoing almost as if he was speaking aloud where he stood loudly, but softly in a more intimate voice, as if moist in his ears, Miasma heard Jim speak to him.

“And if people are in a kiln, it is because they are dead, or fated to die. Grace means nothing, when the moment comes when the living envy the dead. The true crash of the human psyche, the end of humanity, the end of one’s self, “If the living envy the dead, it’s because the living have something they wish they were dead over, but didn’t die for. If such people willingly went to the fire.”

Was it what they deserved?

Was such a hellish scene of people walking into the fire meant to be the door to their hell, or their purifying baptism in that lake of fire, to get their ticket punched for heaven? 

[Don Abandons Alice plays:]

Miasma dropped his shovel letting it clatter on the icy ground. “A willing Lamb for slaughter.” he whispered. He watched as despair for the wretchedness of the world sank Jim to his knees crying milky white tears, that glowed white like the snow around them, “If only they could have saved them from themselves.” Jim wept. 

Miasma watched as his vision swayed and all sound hollowed to a numbness like he felt on his body from the unusual coldness of the world. “I am nothing special to god, am I...” Miasma said softly.

Jim shook his head, rubbing at his stinging tears, “Intercessor, hear our prayer”. Jim Wept. 

And as Miasma watched on, Jim began to sob, saying the prayers of Last Rites, and the Apostles creed.

…As the dead around them at last began to rise…

“O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee,

Dust curled around them “ashes, ashes, we all fall, up?” Miasma sang softly to himself, a lilt, as the rising debris began to slope up, taking shape, bone and soot, ice and charred things that began to warm and fowl under the sudden humidity and heat that melted away the snow. the immediate Area encircled with Fire.

and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments,

Miasma’s breath sucked into his chest, it was like being in the pits, all over again!

"No, no, no, no!" Miasma panicked, pacing like a wild thing, looking for escape.

but most of all because they offend Thee, my God,

who art all good and deserving of all my love.

“Father! Father Jim!” Miasma began shouting, his voice raggedly higher in his panicking call, trying to climb over the brick as a corpse groped for his blackened boots, the others approaching, rising, clawing, teeth gnashing. One even tore his crucifix off. 

Jim whirled and saw the hellish scene, his eyes watering, in a voice not his own, but that of the captain of that camp mourned, “Oh what have we done, what has the world done to us!”, lamenting and wailing.

Jim could feel it, like empathic fire searing his veins as he felt the dead in their personal hell that was this goddamned oven, boiling over with a cacophony of cries for absolution. Seeing Miasma on the ground as he tried to scurry away from the dead thing lurching forward, chasing after him, Jim grit his teeth.

He grabbed a shovel and swung, a nauseating squelching noise as the blade of the shovel bisected a purple and grey corpse… “Miasma, Miasma I’m coming!” Ice chipped, bones snapped and shattered, ashes swiftly swept away, charred remains crumbling, there were too many closing in, every single one of them blocking all hope of leaving this circle of hell alive.

As Jim swung the blade, he could see the exact moment each person had died, like a snap of an old timey photograph flashing in his mind, how they had died, the white smoke around him distorting his vision, seeing human faces in place of the skeletal, every stage of decay and remains, portraying the humanity of their souls; The human experience all share at that moment where life ends and death begins, the fading light, and not every time had the eyes gone dark. before their breaths drew their last .

Miasma saw it too, and said what Jim couldn’t say, or else it would mess up the narrative, Oh yes. not only cannibals... but *MURDERERS*

I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace

to sin no more

and to avoid the near occasion of sin. 

Amen.”

[The Walking Dead Theme plays:]

Jim grunted, kicking back another clawing corpse that kept re-rising, like everything else. The suffering just would not die. And the living wished it was over, but their night had only just barely just begun…

Miasma felt like he was unable, incapable, inconceivably broken, that Jim had to come to his rescue, him? A Ghoul born from the fiery scapes of hell, why was it so hard to move, to run, or rush to defend. He felt like he was a helpless thing, marooned on an island surrounded by the sulfuric seas, boiling and acidic, toxic air stinging his every pore, bleeding from every hair”

“Jim help me, please!" He cried, seeing these beings the way humanity surely saw him, a murderer, a consumer, a black wolf preying on the living. "I can’t I can't go back! Please Jimmy! Help- I” Miasma began to cry. He knew, if they were dragged under by the suffering souls fondling the earth to rear up and claw their way back down with the living, sinking more and more souls with them, they would surely be lost.

Jim gripped Miasma by the shoulders, “Shut the fuck up! I’m getting us out of here!”

“Jim if we get caught and we die-”, “Then suddenly this is not our problem anymore” Jim said, brows knitted in pain from the feeling he had, the empathy of feeling the suffering and fear of his friend. 

[The Last of Us plays:]

“Miasma, We came to fight, even though we didn’t ask to. We came to find a way to set things right, and we came to find that peace. Please,” He said standing, panting. The dead were closing in as well as the greenish hellfire that was now all around them, as if they were trapped in a circle at the heart of the darkness where the deepest pain and regret could go. “Take my hand Miasma” Jim said softly, as if the dance macabre all around them were but nothing.

Green flames looked like blades of green grass soft in the sun like silk through the fingers.

“Though I walk through the valley….” Miasma thought as he looked up.

“Miasma, please. What is higher power than what we are inspired to follow as a light in times of darkness.” Jim said, his tone soft and yet gracious, begging his friend to heed his words.

“Pray with me Miasma” Jim said, lifting Miasma up. “This is  the lord’s fight…and we are on a mission from God” he said, a defiant tone as he faced the crowding undead. He held Miasmas hand in his, turning to dig his heels, a shovel in hand, ready to cut down whatever stood in their path.

“I never thought I'd fight beside a hell-spawn against hell.” Jim chuckled as they circled back to back, eying the massing wall of bodies, the weight of their work, heavy. Miasma looked down and saw his shovel, ready, calling out to him like one crying from the dust, ‘get to work’.

“What about dying beside a friend?” Miasma said, feeling a renewed strength in him as he brandished the broken shovel where blood was already painting it like a splattered crown.

Jim chuckled, “Well hell, guess I'd call a man pretty lucky if’n you can count him amongst your friends."

As shovel blades thwacked and spun, slicing as they ducked to move away from the grapples of the corpses haunting their every footstep, as they danced around, trying to clear a path with the force of their wills, but finding the action wasted, the dead were rising as soon as they were brought down, unending. Unyielding. and all around them...

"You'd call me your friend?" Miasma huffed, dodging around a small group.

"Friend, follower, whatever the fuck you call someone like you!" Jim shouted with a crooked grin, taking a large bloated corps down at the knees, trying to avoid its grasp as it crawled towards him.

"SINNER! how 'bout that!" Miasma said angrily, roaring as he cut a corpse down, black blood spewing from it's gut and flying to fleck his face. He bared his fangs as he faced off another skeleton, this one more agile than the last.

Jim frowned, "You act like ain't no sinner has a chance at seeing heaven's light! Don't be a doubting Thomas when you are so close!"

"Close?! Hah!" Miasma swung, bashing the skull into pieces and watching it mend over, but for being momentarily disabled, he moved to his next target, trying to force his way out of their circle of suffering.

"You know what I mean, I'll tell you every story under the sun if it will help you see the light! Even if I have to drag you over them pearly gates myself!" Jim winced, a shattered rotten ulna cutting him deep as he pivoted to break free of another hands grasp. "If'n we make it out alive! But I'll keep fighting till I'm dead!" He almost laughed.

“Yeah well, what the fuck about Judas then! If I’m gonna fucking die, I want to hear you preach to me about that story!” Miasma shouted as he was hauled backwards towards the ground. Jim bounded over to the offending body, bringing the blade to sever the head from the neck, the corpse clattering to the ground, the icicles of it’s skin shattering, peppering the white and black snow with meaty shards of putrid chunks.

“Ya know, if that ain't THE most perfect story for this” Jim said, an idea touching his brain like the light of god, burning in a bushel behind his eyes. “Miasma, corale them!” “The fuck you mean coral them” 

“Just shut up and gather your flock, look at them, going after you like you’re going to give them what they want, round them up!” “Like a fucking sheep dog?!” “Exactly!” Jim said, a gleam in his eye, as he made his way towards the dilapidated chimney, the flames closing in. “Use the time you have, and it ain't much, look!” Jim pointed as he scrambled on the dirt, ripping up icy clods that stung his fingers with the freezing cold bricks.

[Earth plays:]

Miasma managed to peek behind his shoulder, shovel up in two hands as he used it to try and push the herd of corpses back, his tail flicking back and forth to avoid being singed by the hellfire.

No. he didn’t envy the dead. That wasn’t his purpose. It wasn't what his dreams and yearnings meant. It was a hunger for something more, something beyond the toxic sludge of desecrated flesh. His consumption wasn't of bodies, or people, he wasn't trying to quench something in him over humanity and its hopes and dreams. No…. He craved what came of something higher, that which is granted from above...

*purpose*.

And now, now he had it. It didn’t matter how. What mattered was that it was. And with a great heavy groan, he pushed the group back, inch by inch as the fire closed in, circling them, getting them to move in hopeless circles, for their own good, he knew. You can only break curses when you set the offending souls to rest. They rest only when they can be reached. be understood. finding peace in compassion.

Jim climbed the highest mound he could, he could feel the green flames surrounding them like a sphere closing in. and it was his purpose to fight, by pushing back.

Holding out his arms to the green light at the end of what would be his mortal life, his voice rang out, catching the ears of all who could hear, and the eyes of those who got turned around by the likes of Miasma to see. Beginning his sermon on the mound of detritus and dust of self destruction. Feet wedged in the brick, rooted unmoving, and yet bowing in and around as the dead tried to drag him down but failed in their graspings, he began to preach...

“SINNERS!” Jim shouted above the chaos, “Even Ye are worthy of redemption, an absolution…an end to SUFFERING! I call on you to listen! Suffering is but a means to a grateful end. And for what considerations do ye call yourselves devils!” he said, the wretched word pulled like toxic ooze from his mouth, tongue lolling out as the black bile in his stomach rose, and vomited out of his stomach. It felt like it was tearing at everything on its way up, but there was a relief in the regurgitation, of finally letting the words he should have said before, at last coming out to reach the sinners in his current care. Truly, Jim really was speaking to those that called themselves damned for their actions. 

“If ye believe in God, as whatever you call divine, that grants swift justice that now gnashes your teeth, then you must also believe that as exists justice, so too does there exist MERCY beyond!"

Miasma shouldered several corpses causing them to crumble and hiss, but as Jim’s voice rang out clear and true, his conviction became theirs, and spellbound like rats to the piper, they slowly turned, and gathered around him. Heeding his words.

One by one, brainless, heartless, things turned toward the voice that was preaching about the possibility of redemption. And Even Miasma was listening...

As the ghoul swiped and prodded the masses of corpses stumbling to face Jim , they swayed and stuttered in their cries, as if halted in their footsteps… looking almost human, in the clarity behind their once cloudy eyes. Blinking even. The dead and things forming from the earth, wove in and around the ones who listened, and their features began to change. Taut leathery skin slacked and sagged but lay more supple upon their gaunt features.

Shattered bones and cracked fissures separating one bone from another healed and came together, bones and flesh began to mend, and even as Miasma still had to fight hard, ever on his toes, there was a rhythm to the movements he made. He found a sure footedness he could confidently maintain. And the unexpected shove and grappling attempts made, he would handle one foe at a time.

Funny how in the moment he realized the noble way of fighting for himself, was what nobly fought for the people stumbling around, lashing out and being turned to words of comfort, and repentance.

*you can't pour from an empty cup*

Miasma thought.

Jim continued, “If you believe in miracles, in the divine, then believe in me when I say, if god so rests on the seventh day, then surely, in god’s image, you must also have your end, and at an end is there not rest?!”

Miasma could feel the shifting crowd as he continued his circling, trying to keep the group's edges from fraying. The hell fire was still closing around them but it was slowing, as if it too, was listening.

“I beseech you, right here, right now, look beyond the guilt, the blame, Your God knows of them and has clearly made you suffer for it. But there is more to God than just, justice. There is also MERCY. Deliverance, Salvation. Forgiveness. Absolution. 

[Bonnie Choses to Stay plays:]

Jim felt the white smoke and mist around him settle, as one by one the faces as he saw them at the time of their deaths began to appear. And he recognized each one, and because someone had the talent to preserve it, knew them by name. 

And as Jim recited the words of psalms from memory, every syllable uttered gained in power and conviction. As he spoke, a great tree sprung from the earth behind the congregation, and Miasma jumped, the hellfire that had been around them shoot past and into the tree, whirling and and brimming with the green light that no longer burned around them with heat infernal, but rather swayed and danced like the leaves of summer tresses, a weeping willow sighing in the breeze...

“If you would find your God now, would his cleansing fire scorch you, or warm you of the coldness settled in your hearts.” He could see the fullness of their faces, where in their eyes a prayer of hope had remained in each one. 

Jim’s voice that had been booming now took on a softer tone, gesturing to the ground he stood on, “Can a monument to the cruelties of time not also be the ebenezer  raised, the miracle that comes at the end of all  suffering?

The animated remains yearned for hope. To Miasma and his sight, all he saw were hellish beings, poor devils, in rapt attention to the sound of Jim’s voice, hanging onto every word.

While Miasma was breathless, a sense of pride and accomplishment at being an author of such a bizarre and touching scene, made him almost chuckle. As Jim preached, the words he had heard so often said at the rituals and from the pulpit, came swimming to him, floating, haunting his thoughts as time moved onwards, and yet seemed to also stand still.

“The memory of your suffering will not define you, but the hope and promise of renewal, FAITH, is your salvation…Even the likes of Judas can find their way to heaven... You are but on the long road to Damascus, and struck blind to see... for without suffering how can one know peace. I call on you, for it is time now, to know of that peace...”

Miasma stood his ground, panting, his purpose, stood before him, the herd of corpses corralled around Jim, who spoke to them with such grace and compassion, reaching a hand out for their humanity to reach back.

1 LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory in the heavens.

*From the pinnacle to the pit*

2 Through the praise of children and infants you have established a stronghold against your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.

*Her acts of cruelty and her lust for blood

Makes her one of us*

3 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,

*You shine like the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky*

4 What is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?

*Holy Mother, you washeth the sin from our feet*

5 You have made them a little lower than the angels and crowned them with glory and honor.

*Under a monolith, her likeness

Marble white*

6 You made them rulers over the works of your hands; you put everything under their feet:

7 all flocks and herds, and the animals of the wild,

*An' piercing eyes emotionless

A heart so black and cold*

8 the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas.

*Winds come on strong so help you, God

Come unleashed,*

9 LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! 

 *you're set free*

And suddenly Miasma realized why the number of the flock was off. Why there was a presence in and around every story told. There had been one last member of this flock that needed finding. That needed saving.

*Himself*

He prayed, pleading for the green fire in the tree to call out to the lost, and as he backed away from the congregation gathered at Jim's feet he heard the soft bleating sounds of the Lost. the one’s whose stories were never told…

Coming forward, drifting towards the tree line where Miasma was running was a spectre of a young woman. The opaque figure was heavy with child. Even as Jim held the attention of the crowd he too saw the visage in the shadows. The implications not lost on him. 

[Farewell plays:]

He motioned, gently parting the sea of faces as he too made his way to where the woman went no further. Miasma looked at Jim. “We have no choice, if we want to break this curse, all the troubled souls must be put to rest. Even this one..." his tone almost tender, as he saw himself in her- eyes moistened.

*Jim always came back for him. Couldn't he do the same for her?*

Jim looked at his friend, a verse in his head that repeated over and over…

*Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me*

Jim nodded and gently clapped his hands together, snapping the white smoke and mist away, the congregation paused, no longer animated, still as statues. The mist swirled ahead as they watched the woman drift off into the trees the mist following her, like a guide-rope to her every step. While they followed her, they reverently pondered on her presence in these woods...

“Of course… her name would never be in the ledger, or the photograph. Most women weren't so acknowledged at the time, and certainly not a preacher's wife. It was seen as vain." Jim muttered, shaking his head. "Such a shame it is that such stories were often left so unknown, trapped in time. Stories want to be heard, and if it curses something to achieve it then so be it...even if the story was not a happy one, it deserves to see the light..." Jim turned, putting a hand on Miasma's shoulder, stopping a moment. Miasma laid his own on top. The two companions sharing a quiet look, one filled with understanding and compassion. It was a moment that even if lost to the known world in those woods, would forever stand the test of time, in the peace it gave to each of those beating hearts.

*She considered herself damned though at her death she was harboring the life in her belly… there was a restlessness in the tense air around them..  Stemming not only from that burden, but also, that they had never been known at all.*

“Were you the one who kept the ledger” Jim called out. He had noticed the crucifix on her visage as being the same as  the one Miasma had worn and subsequently lost. The very same...

The woman sobbed softly in response, her mournful cries echoing around the trees unnerving and heartbreakingly hollow.

*... at its heart, that bloodstone…they had found it. They had found her. At last...*

Miasma thought aloud, “It makes sense doesn't it… Father Evight Vanhassel, and his wife, the  civilizing influence together as they tended the flock of sinners that worked in these woods. When the camp lost them, they lost their reason to hold on to their humanity, The Captain, The Doctor, Father Evight, and the Missing, Lady Van Hassel...such a tragedy...such a loss...But if she, her remains, I mean, are not with the other bones then-” 

“What happened to her?” Jim finished. They took a breath of the cold pre-dawn air, and strode to follow the spectre into the dark wood.

Braving the unknown, to seek the truth…

The specter led them on, floating, as if walking, stepping on stone long since worn smooth, over dips that no longer existed, through thick trees that had been thinner when she had once wandered the paths of these woods, her mournful cries and trembling voice bouncing all around them.

Their stomachs felt uneasy, like something sad and horrible awaited them. So very much like the dreams they had been having except this time, someone was leading them to the pit in which the lost had fallen…except, even the horror they knew they would face, was as valid and important to know. If it meant giving the young woman peace, who were they to deny her story to be known...

Yet, step by step, the eerie stillness surrounding them abated, giving way to the common sounds of a sleepy winter wood. The spectre appeared almost tangible now, and though the air was growing colder as she lead them farther into the wood, towards a deep fissure in the earth where a frozen creek lay still now, where the truth lay buried, and scattered, the companions felt an ease in the tension. A lift of their burdens, in carrying them together. The broken things inside them would mend, they knew. The pieces would fall into place. And soon, both Miasma and Jim stood at the edge of their triumph, facing a chasm where a ravine gaped at their approach.

The night was clear and the air rushed around them as time all at once stood still. They found themselves surrounded  in the events that lead to the curse of that wretched blood stone… carefully they descended into the ravine and trotted together through it's shallow waters that and been lost to the passage of time, following the bend until they arrive to their destination...

The woman almost seemed to sigh in relief, as they approached her lovely bones, and learned of her demise. For at last her story would be told. And all that had been lost, every last sheep of that flock, would be found again... and non would ever be left behind again...

Daylight was breaking, and as they gazed upon a conspicuous spot where she had fallen so long ago, they had tears in their eyes. The sun was once again rising in that lonely valley, dappling through the trees over this spot where the scene almost felt Holy.

A sapling had sprouted so long ago in that very place, and as the mysterious passage of time faded from view and Jim's eyes lost their powerful sight, they stood before a magnificent Willow tree, miraculously untouched by the surrounding white snow, green spring grass under it's umbrella of care.

This is what they were meant to see. A corner of the world where goodness and love remained untouched by that which corrupts it. A Holy place in the heart where faith in those one loves, and in those whom one cares, lives on forever.

Jim pulled the crucifix from his pocket.

"I, thought it was lost" Miasma said softly, admiring how it shined in the dawn light.

"Oh ye of little faith" Jim chuckled softly, his voice thick with emotion, "Despise not the small things..."

He lay the cross at the foot of the tree and a gust of wind blew through, that sigh of relief washing over them like a warm blanket, enveloping them in a grateful embrace.

"Do you think we did it? Do you think we did the right thing?"

Miasma asked, taking Jim's Hand, they stood back and watched the willow shiver and shake gently, swaying in the breeze like any other ol' tree.

Jim removed his shoes. Miasma did the same.

Feet on the hallowed earth they stood hand in hand.

"Yes," Jim replied, giving the ghoul's hand a squeeze. He turned to see his friend, face upturned to the sunlight, eyes closed, a soft smile playing on his features as he basked in the feeling all around them.

"Yes angel," Jim said once more, "I suppose we did."

"Hm." Miasma smiled, feeling as if in the glow of the morning, he had wings.

*... he was free...*

[pushing500]

Can we see mechis full base please?

You most certainly can! Mechi put so much effort into it (or rather, Wire and Megabyte the constructoids have) that it would be a shame not to show it off.

Behold, the colony tour of Sparks!

Here's a quick overview of the whole base as it stands currently. Nice and simple with room for one colonist and nobody else.

(putting the rest under here so it's not clogging up people's dash)

Here's the Void Monolith, well-lit and surrounded by chain link fences... Just in case.

We have a cemetery outside the main wall, which came from a prefab that some traders sold us. Mechi added the flowers and grass, just as a show of respect for the dead. He doesn't hate dead people as much as everyone else, I assume, since they don't try to talk to him.

There's our containment facility with platforms for Ms Clarabelle the sightstealer, Susskind the ghoul, and Kitschy Flamingo the fingerspike. They are very well-behaved, and Mechi seems to enjoy studying them.

To the right is the hospital, with one bed, because only one person will ever need to use it (that's Mechi). Anyone else can make do with the "guest room," which we'll get to in a bit.

At the back of the hospital is the shelter where Cowgirl and Georgia, our tw wildebeest, sleep at night.

On the other side of the containment facility is our lovely picnic area and fountain, next to the psychic ritual spot in a suitably spooky countryside hedge-box.

Then we have a killbox, which has only recently been constructed. It seems to work well enough so far, but it hasn't really seen much action. I suppose we'll find out in time, though.

We have a power grid of solar panels and wind turbines overlooking our farm, with lots of nice plants to keep us sustained. The farm is tended by Astro, Mechi's agrihand mech.

Mechi likes sitting on the verandah to drink coffee sometimes, but it's nothing too fancy. We have a ground-penetrating scanner set up, but not much time to actually scan for stuff. I think we've found a fossil deposit since we set it up, but that's all.

The kitchen/dining in Sparks is pretty barebones. The most important part is the coffee machine, everything else is just sort of there.

Mechi has a lovely bedroom and a private bathroom, with a comfy cat tree for Charlotte and plenty of things to keep him entertained when he's not researching.

There's a crowded storeroom beside Mechi's bedroom, and outside is the stonecutting bench and the spot where Butter the boomalope sleeps alongside Belle and Mariana the sheep.

Mechi's research lab/robotics workshop/library is full of things to look at and workbenches to play with. It's his most-frequented room in the colony, I think.

The "guest room" we mentioned earlier, which has stuff needed for people to survive comfortably as long as they get frequent deliveries of nutrient paste. The top half of the room will eventually be home to our ripscanners and the like once we've defeated enough mech bosses to get to that stage.

And finally, the "temple", which is just a hastily cobbled room to make Mechi stop griping that he didn't have one. He's got a neural supercharger (which he uses every day) and a biosculptor pod (which he never uses) and that seems to have appeased him for now.

And there you have it! The colony at Sparks, home to one snappy mechanitor, a lot of robots, and the few pets that are allowed to stay without being shipped off to Arwell the first chance we get 😁

[notesfromtheidiotbox]

Just a reminder that this project is still in development, just slowed down because of the pandemic and presumably the current strikes. (Don't scab, people. The executives will just throw you away when they don't need you anymore, and you'll be exiled from the system once the union members are back to work.)

I am very grateful that Trent (@therobotmonster) , Greg (@siphersaysstuff), and the others involved have allowed me to come play in their sandbox and hopefully create a fun show combining the creative goofiness of 80s & 90s kidvid with current day animation storytelling and make something fun and interesting.

(And hopefully some cool ass toys too!)

DynoGuard Art Round Up: Heroic Dinos

[lost-technology]

Fallout: Maximum

Concept art for a possible fanfic. A Trigun / Fallout crossover! Basic Setting Idea: This takes place on Earth, in North America, based largely upon the Fallout universe (games and TV series). I am having trouble figuring out a specific area (as my familiarity with the games is mostly in the East Coast setting games 3 and 4 and I have only played New Vegas just a little bit), but I am highly tempted to set this partly in Arizona (and thus in the series' commonwealth encompassing parts of California and Nevada). Arizona is where I grew up and ever since I learned that there was a scrapped game, Fallout: Van Buren, that was supposed to take place there, I was kind of excited. (Van Buren street! I know that area!.... *side eye* There's a reason why your character was to be an incarcerated criminal...

In the fusion-universe, Plants remain Plants. There was a project fronted by the United States government to engineer an efficient power source that would end America's dependence on both fossil fuels and the weird atom-punk direct harvesting of nuclear energy. A major problem was of course making it profitable, because late-stage Capitalism rules Fallout's pre-war North America in some of the most hilarious, yet horrible ways. It was done, though, by the secretive Project SEEDS - which had some relation to Vault-Tec, but, being its own separate thing, was spared the horrors that Vault-Tec did for sick funsies and had its own horrors to contend with. Independent Plants have the powers that they have in Trigun-canon, including their long lifespans, putting them at equal to ghoulified humans. They also, like ghouls, are pretty well immune to gamma radiation - except that it becomes clear that they are even stranger beings in the presence of it, as their Plant-markings will glow. Pictured above is Vash in one of the Glowing Seas leftover from a direct atom-bomb strike and Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Ghoulwood), smoking some good ol' Grey Tortoise cigarettes.

[dragonofeternal]

Fanfic Writer Bingo

Tagged by @rosemirmir~

This was a fun one!!! I got quite a couple bingos, probably bc I've written a loooooot XD

Tagging @setsuntamew @ghoul-misadventures @fossilized-beetle @arahith and honestly whoever else LOL

EDIT: I AM A DUMB-DUMB AND FORGOT THE BLANK ASLDKFJASDLKJFSADLFJSADFJKL

[krscblw]

Ministry Perfume Associations

I’m back yet again with more thoughts about Ghost and perfume! This time it’s fragrances from my own collection that remind me of various places in my headcanon of the Ministry. (Usually these lists are mostly made up of perfumes that I don’t actually have, but this time I can vouch for all of these! I didn’t include any that I thought weren’t good.)

For the sake of organization these are divided into places in the New Wing (the most recent addition to the Ministry), the Old Wing (the original Ministry buildings), and the grounds (gardens, forests, etc). And as always, if you have your own thoughts or want me to do more of this, please let me know! I would love to talk more about Ghost and perfume.

(also: so sorry for the weird formatting, idk how to fix it on mobile but it should be fine on desktop)

New Wing:

Library: old books, wood, dust, paper, ink

The library is part of the New Wing of the Ministry, although it’s not very new anymore. Built in the early 1900s, the New Wing is all soaring ceilings, stained glass windows, and intricate woodworking, done in the Art Nouveau style of the time. The library’s floor-to-ceiling shelves are full of books ranging from ancient esoteric tomes to modern fiction paperbacks, interspersed with desks and secluded reading nooks. The library also houses the Ministry’s private collection of artifacts - some occasionally used for ritual purposes, some purely academic in nature. The library is always very still, with the occasional susurrus of turning pages and quiet voices. It smells like polished wood, faint dust, and the leather and paper of old books. 

Library Ghost - Poesie 

marshmallows, books, ink, polished wood

Myself Invisible - Poesie 

stacked books, spilled ink, black tea, violets

Bibliotheca - Alkemia  

leather-bound books, vintage vinyl records, mahogany, fountain pen ink, black tea, plum brandy

Canoodling in the Library - Nui Cobalt  

old books, mahogany shelves, fallen leaves, ancient stone stairs, amber resin, warm skin musk, vetiver

Miskatonic University - Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab  

irish coffee, dusty tomes, polished oakwood halls

Personal Quarters: carved wood furniture, tea and coffee, soft bedding, books and clutter, spices, vanilla

The personal quarters are also in the New Wing, separated into human quarters and ghoul quarters (for everyone’s comfort and safety). The personal quarters tend to feel very cozy and lived-in, as they are the rooms most frequently used. The furniture is comfortable, often occupied by off-duty siblings or ghouls, and the arch windows overlooking the gardens and forest cast soft beams of light onto the wood floors in the afternoon. The siblings’ quarters tend to smell like the possessions of those who occupy them - books, scented candles, tea and coffee, and faint spices from the small kitchen. The ghouls’ quarters are similar, but with the scents of various elements - smoke, greenery, damp stone, fresh air, resin.

Mysterious Fossils - Poesie  

smoked black tea with creamy vanilla oat milk, a cashmere sweater, tortoiseshell glasses, a cedar chest containing fossils encased in amber, sandstone, and limestone

Whisper Your Bitter Things - Poesie  

pressed coffee beans, dried clove bud and cassia bark, jasmine, neroli, roasted vanilla pods

Grey Cat - Nui Cobalt  

smoked vanilla, marshmallows, fresh blueberries, lavender, earl grey tea

Kensington - Fantome  

earl grey tea, cashmere, vanilla bean, cedar, rose petals, mandarin zest, pink peppercorn, bergamot

Ouija - Possets  

cedar, rosewood, black vanilla, fat vanilla, rose, black silk, coriander

Our Days Bewitched - PULP Fragrance  

walnuts, brandy, roasted cocoa beans, copal, cardamom, labdanum, black vanilla, aged oak barrels

Old Wing:

Chapel: resinous incense, polished wood, wine, smoke

The chapel is part of the Old Wing. The exact dates of its construction could probably be found somewhere in the Ministry’s records, but the gothic architecture suggests it’s been there for at least 500 years. The cold grandeur of the exterior’s intricate stonework and vibrant stained glass windows is matched in the chapel. It is perpetually cold, made fully of elaborately carved stone, and colorful sunlight filters through the enormous stained glass windows onto the altar and the pews. The heavy, still air smells like residual incense smoke, snuffled candles, fragrant wood, and ritual wine.

Holy Terror - Arcana Wildcraft  

burning frankincense, sandalwood, myrrh, dusty beeswax candles

Anastasia the Patrician* - Deconstructing Eden

paper, ink, frankincense, myrrh, benzoin, copal, rose, juniper berries, wine

Leo* - Deconstructing Eden

frankincense, myrrh, benzoin, amber, liatrix, blood cedar, blond tobacco absolute, sweet spices, honey

Parlour - Fantome  

mahogany, rosewood, burning incense, vetiver

*i think these were discontinued? sorry

Crypt: cold damp stone, smoke, dust, ashes

The crypt is the only place in the Ministry that truly reflects its age. It feels like it has been standing, underground, inhabited only by the dead, for hundreds of years. It’s well-maintained, but perpetually freezing cold and slightly damp. The stone walls are minimally decorated, and the candles in their niches do very little to illuminate the cavernous space. The air is weighty, and all sound is muffled. The crypt smells like damp stone, cold air, sweet dust, and smoke.

Gargoyle - Nui Cobalt  

rain, lavender, cathedral incense, beeswax candles, ancient stone

Summoning/Ritual Chambers: cold stone, ritual incense, blood, wine, smoke

The ritual chambers are where summonings and rituals are performed. They are where every new ghoul comes into the world, and, more rarely, where they’re banished from it. The walls and floor are stone, and there are no windows. When in use, the chambers are lit by dozens of flickering candles, some in sconces, some piled onto tables, and years of melted wax have created puddles and formations on the walls and floor. The air is dense, thick with dust, herb smoke, ritual incense, and the scent of dried blood.

Baba Yaga - Fantome  

black and red musk, smoke, cracked bones, cardamom, wood, animal skins, mugwort

Conjure - Solstice Scents  

vanilla, amber, cedar, spices, cauldron smoke

Gothique - Alkemia  

frankincense, styrax benzoin, myrrh, cassia, spikenard, canella, liquidambar orientalis, labdanum, atlas cedar, vetiver

A City on Fire - Imaginary Authors  

cade oil, spikenard, cardamom, clearwood, dark berries, labdanum, a burnt match

Vassago - Fantome  

A silver dagger, red wine, blackberries, cloves, orange peel, blood, a black mirror

Grounds:

Gardens: dirt, greenery, sun, fruit, flowers

The Ministry sits on a huge expanse of land. Most of it is still wild and forested, but there is a good amount of it dedicated to gardens, both decorative and functional. 

Decorative Gardens:

The decorative gardens are lush and heavy with flowers and fresh greenery most of the year, tended to by the Earth ghouls. Some of them are small cloistered gardens, decorated with statues and fountains, and some are larger, intended for gatherings or wandering alone. The decorative gardens tend to smell like fragrant herbs and flowers - sweet jasmine and magnolia, heavy white lilies and heirloom roses. 

Basilica - Milano Fragranze 

thyme, rosemary, incense, milk, labdanum, cedarwood, cypriol oil

Fox in the Flowerbed - Imaginary Authors  

jasmine, tulips, frankincense, wildflower honey, pink peppercorns, silver thistle, alpine air

Isabella - Possets 

rose, light resin, white tea, honey, cream musk, spices

Olwyn - Fantome  

magnolia blossoms, white lilies, jasmine, gardenia, buttery vanilla, myrrh, benzoin, orange blossom

Silver Narcissus - Possets  

silver base, narcissus

Functional Gardens:

The functional gardens supply the flowers for decoration within the Ministry as well as the herbs and most of the produce for the kitchens. The gardens, orchards, and greenhouses are managed by the Earth ghouls, and yield so much produce that, despite the relatively small size of the gardens and the relatively large size of the Ministry, they still end up with extra. That surplus is sold at the local farmers’ market to unsuspecting humans who wonder in open amazement about the size and quality of this mysterious farm’s produce.

Sundrunk - Imaginary Authors  

neroli, rhubarb, honeysuckle, rose water, orange zest

Drider Crossing Guard - Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab  

dry, earthy fig, black pepper, nutmeg, black plum tea

Wilcox’s - Solstice Scents  

dry woods, fresh herbs, dried herbs, warm spices, sweet annie, sage, rosewood 

Lake: water, trees, evergreens, greenery, stone

The Ministry’s lake is very deep, cold, and still. It’s objectively beautiful, with its glassy blue-gray waters and lush vegetation, but something about it feels dangerous. The pebbled shores are visited only by the bravest siblings, and even then only on the hottest and most desperate of summer days. The water ghouls, on the other hand, love it (which is possibly why the siblings tend to stay away). It is located at the border between the new and old forests, and its mossy banks are surrounded by evergreens, ferns, and rushes. It smells green and a little salty.

Villa Diodati - Poesie  

wild rosemary, balsam pine, crystal clear lakewater, dry, dark vanilla

Every Storm a Serenade - Imaginary Authors  

danish spruce, eucalyptus, vetiver, calone, ambergris, baltic sea mist

The Forest: trees, dirt, damp air, greenery, wildflowers, fungi

New Forest:

The new forest is a nickname given to the shallow edges of the forest that are closest to the Ministry. The trees are widely spaced, and the ground is thickly carpeted with grasses and wildflowers. Sunlight filters easily through the sparse leaf canopy and illuminates the fallen logs and patches of moss that make popular spots for siblings and ghouls looking to unwind. The air is light, and the breeze carries with it the scent of fresh greenery, tree sap, and sweet flowers. 

Cape Heartache - Imaginary Authors  

douglas fir, pine resin, western hemlock, vanilla leaf, strawberry, old growth, mountain fog

Dendrophilia - Nui Cobalt  

moss-covered deadfall, birchwood and pine, lingering resins, sunlight through the leaves, a trace of woodsmoke, faint vetiver and cedar

Duende - Fantome  

oakmoss, cedar, fir, labdanum, benzoin, tree sap, wild violets, lilac

Solovey - Fantome 

black amber, violets, black currants, espresso, labdanum, black agarwood, tobacco

Old Forest:

If you go far enough into the new forest, you will eventually get to the old forest. The trees are bigger and closer together, the sunlight struggles to reach the ground, and there are more mushrooms than flowers. The air is damp and cool and smells like fungus, loam, and rotting leaves. The old forest is avoided by siblings both because of the unsettling watched feeling any human who enters feels and the unspoken knowledge that if you don’t come back out no one will go looking for you. 

Gaea - Alkemia  

forest loam, ferns, decaying leaves, lichen, wet stones

Dies Irae - Possets  

black musk, fog, bitter galbanum, hawthorn, rotting leaves, orris, smoky oude, frankincense, black amber

Feuillemort - Alkemia  

dying leaves, smoked autumnal spices, dried grasses and fungi, Tibetan incense, cedarwood, rum soaked agarwood, and borneol

Samhain - Haus of Gloi  

freshly turned earth, wet leaves, cold wind

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The Ultimate Emo/Scene Name List - WARNING: Long post, and make sure you read the trigger warnings!

Having trouble coming up with a name for yourself? Do you planning on using a part of your real name but can’t find a word to go with it? Well, worry no more!

Today, I’m here to provide as comprehensive a list as possible! I’ve scoured the internet, and some sources have some problematic suggestions. So, my goal is to break down possible names into easy to understand categories. Obviously, this will be a VERY long list, so keep that in mind. There is also a section purely made up of words used in the past that are to be used/reclaimed at one's own risk/discretion due to the words being used to oppress or belittle various minority groups. I will also be sharing my sources at the bottom for stuff I used from online, alongside any trigger warnings that may be needed. Without further ado, let’s go! Also feel free to reblog with suggestions to add!

TRIGGER WARNING: Some of the suggestions include elements of horror, violence, weaponry, gore etc.

Animals

Rex (as in T-Rex)

Stegosaurus

Wolf/Wolfe

Kitty

Bunny

Lynx

Hawk

Eagle

Moth

Spider

Raven (also applicable to pop culture - see Raven from Teen Titans and Raven Queen from Ever After High)

Claw/Clawed

Fang

Animal

Beast/Beastly

Carnivore/Carnivorous

Jurassic (as in the Jurassic Period, also applicable to pop culture (see Jurassic Park))

Snake

Chameleon

Jungle

Hyena

Cheetah

Fossil

Sabertooth

Skink

Deer

Vole

Weasel

Ferret

Moose

Ermine

Shrew

Mouse

Rat

Corvid

Magpie

Pigeon

Bee

Wasp

Butterfly

Tarantula

Velociraptor

Serpent

Viper

Cat

Rattlesnake

Cobra

Bat

Monsters

Vampire

Werewolf

Zombie

Monster/Monsta/Monstar

Ghoul

Demon

Angel/Angelic

Reaper (also applicable to foods (Reaper Pepper))

Ghost

Fallen (as in Fallen Angel)

Curse/Cursed (in reference to witchcraft)

Hex (in reference to witchcraft)

Boo (common saying associated with Halloween and cartoony ghosts)

Bone (in reference to skeletons)

Sacrificed/Sacrificial (in reference to religious rites)

Dead/Deadly/Death/Deathless

Immortal

Alien

Extraterrestrial

Anomaly/Anomalous (also applicable to pop culture, in reference to the SCP Foundation)

Damned

Eerie

Creepy

Exorcism/Exorcist

Ghastly

Imp

Succubus/Succubi

Incubus/Incubi

Undead

Abominable

Devil

Supernatural (also applicable to pop culture, reference to Supernatural TV show)

Paranormal

Sacred/Sacrament

Specter/Spectre

Banshee

Poltergeist

Siren (also applicable to music, see Sleeping with Sirens)

Dragon

Dragon Slayer

Kraken

Archangel

Starship

Halloween

Dragon Slayer

Angelface

Mermaid

Pop Culture

Jigsaw (as in Jigsaw from the Saw franchise)

Ghostface (from the Scream franchise)

Krueger (as in Freddy Krueger from Nightmare on Elm Street)

Myers (as in Michael Myers from the Halloween franchise)

Voorhees (as in Jason Voorhees from the Friday the 13th franchise)

Chucky (as in Chucky from Child’s Play)

Lala (nickname for Draculaura from Monster High)

Hyde (as in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde)

Lestrange (as in character who shall not be named from franchise by TERF author that shall not be named)

Lockhart (another character from the franchise mentioned above)

Coraline (as in Coraline by Neil Gaiman)

Jinx/Jynx (League of Legends character)

Blitz (Helluva Boss character)

Loona (K-Pop group, Helluva Boss character)

Shadow (as in Shadow the Hedgehog)

Killer/Killa/Kyller (as in Jeff the Killer)

Grim/Grimm (as in Grim Reaper and the Brothers Grimm)

Eldritch (as in Eldritch Horror)

Eevee (from Pokemon; you can use any Pokemon you like)

Hellraiser (as in the film by Clive Barker)

Jabber (as in Jabberwocky from Alice in Wonderland)

Wonderland (as in Alice in Wonderland)

Jedi (from Star Wars)

Necronomicon (Evil Dead franchise)

Avenger (in reference to MARVEL's The Avengers)

Scourge (see Warrior Cats and Sonic Comics character)

Zelda (from Legend of Zelda)

Skellington (as in Jack Skellington from Nightmare Before Christmas)

Phantomhive (as in Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler)

HelloKitty (Sanrio character)

Akira (anime film of the same name)

Memetic (term used by the SCP Foundation)

Blackheart (as in the Ghost Rider villain)

Colours/Shades

Crimson (Red)

Black

Neon

Rouge (also applicable to pop culture)

Ruby

Violet

Indigo

Cyan

Blue

Rainbow/Rainbows

Porcelain

Green/Greene

Weapons/Violence/Semi-NSFW

Blade

Razor

Knucklebuster

Uppercut

Scar (also applicable to pop culture, Lion King character,)

Eyeball (body part)

Torture/Tortured/Torturous

Torment/Tormented

Fatal/Fatality (also applicable to pop culture, Mortal Kombat)

Brutal/Br00tal/Brutality/Brutally

Berserk/Berserker (also applicable to pop culture, see the anime 'Berserker')

Chainsaw

Hacksaw

Bear Trap

Grenade

Bomb/Pipebomb/Timebomb

Dynamite

Acid/Acidic

Heroin

Marijuana/Mary-Jane

Cannabis

Alcohol/Alcoholic

Booze

Vodka

Brandy

Whiskey

Blood/Bloody/Bloodied

Flesh

Gore/Guro

Raw

Casualty

Crackhead

DrugAddict

Erotic/Ero/Erotica

Explosive

Execute/Execution/Executor

Beheaded

Decapitation/Decapitated

Flailing

Gutting

Handgun

Hangman

Homicide

Hostage

Hurt (also applicable to emotions)

Pain/Pained/Painful (also applicable to emotions)

Jackknife

Laceration/Lacerations

Attack

Murder/Murderous/Murderotic

Massacre

Assassin/Assassination

Regicide

Cannibal/Cannibalism

Cyanide

Pothead

Suffocate/Suffocation

Steroid

Puncture

Violence/Violent

Wound/Wounded

Bruise/Bruised

Serrated

Gruesome

Autopsy

Asphyxia/Asphyxiation

Curbstomp

Assault

Battery (also applicable to technology)

Annihilation

Addict/Addicted/Addiction/Addictive

Arson/Arsonist

Ambush

Crucifixion/Crusifixion

Tequila

Beatdown

Throwdown

Arsenic

Collision

Manslaughter

Bite/Bites

Plants

Belladonna

Nightshade

Wolfsbane

Rose

Lily

Sakura

Toadstool

Thorn (also applicable to pop culture, see Thorn of the Hex Girls from Scooby Doo)

Hazel

Foods

Cupcake/Kupcake/Cuppycake/Kuppycake

Strawberry

Lollipop

Candy

Cocoa/Kokoa (alternatively; Coco/Koko)

Chilli

Cheyenne (as in Cheyenne Pepper)

Cookie

Pumpkin

Jawbreaker

Jerky

Juicebox

Caffeine/Caffeinated

Treat

Macha

Skittles/Skittlez

Ambrosia (also applicable to mythology (food of the Greek gods))

Smoothiecake

Smoothie

Teacup

Slushie

Coffee

Sugar/Sugarrush

Space

Luna

Stellar/Stella (also applicable to pop culture, Helluva Boss character)

Nova

Mars

Pluto (also applicable to mythology, Roman counterpart to Hades)

Galaxy

Meteor/Meteorite

Nebula

Stardust

Star

Mythology

Persephone (Greek Goddess)

Hel (Norse Goddess)

Fenrir (Norse God)

Thanatos (Greek God)

Baba/Yaga (Slavic folklore character)

Artemis (Greek Goddess)

Freyja (Norse Goddess)

Cerberus (Greek Creature)

Hades (Greek God)

Loki (Norse God)

Medusa (Greek folklore character, can also reference the piercing)

Satan (Ars Goetia demon)

Beelzebub (Ars Goetia demon)

Athena (Greek Goddess)

Lucifer (Ars Goetia demon, Bible figure)

Technology

Error

Hack/Hacker

Analog

Digital

Malware

Virus

Corruption/Corrupted

Java

Machine

Mechanical

.exe (or similar file extensions, such as .sai, .txt, .rar, .szs, .psd etc)

Robo/Robot/Bot

Animatronic

Electronic (also applicable to music)

Automaton

Automatic

Systematic

Syntax

Emotions

Heartbroken

Heartless

Depressed

Lonely/Loneliness

Hopeless

Helpless

Ache

Envy/Envious/Envied

Hatred

Jealous/Jealousy

Lust/Lustrous

Shock/Shocked/Shocking

Panic/Panicked/Panicking (also applicable to music, see Panic! At The Disco)

Cowardly (also applicable to pop culture, Courage the Cowardly Dog)

Rage/Raging

Scared

Confusion/Confused

Wrath/Wrathful

Minerals/Crystals/Metals

Onyx

Amethyst

Obsidian

Titanium

Steel

Sulphur

Mercury (also applicable to mythology)

Uranium

Garnet

Pearl

Topaz

Quartz

Iron

Silver

Jewel

Gem

Crystal/Krystal

Diamond

Amber

Azure (also applicable to colours/shades)

Elements/Natural Phenomena

Blaze

Fire/Fiery

Flame

Hellfire

Ember

Poison

Venom (also applicable to pop culture, Spider-Man character)

Drowned/Drowning (also applicable to pop culture (Minecraft mob) and weapons/violence)

Hurricane

Typhoon

Tsunami

Earthquake

Tornado

Storm

Thunder/Thunderstorm

Blizzard

Dust Devil

Toxic

Volcano

Eruption/Erupted

Electric

Spark

Frozen

Hail

Ignite/Ignition

Lightning

Magma

Night

Sunset

Twilight

Aurora (as in Aurora Borealis, can also be applied to music if you wanna reference the singer AURORA)

Inferno

Frost/Frosty

Music

Metalhead

Melody

Megalovania (song from Undertale)

Brightside (song by the Killers)

Hatsune/Miku (in reference to Hatsune Miku)

VOCALOID

Synthesizer

Orchestra

Symphony

Rave/Raver

Rock

Anthrax (also applicable to 'Use at Own Risk')

Bring _ The Horizon/_ Brings The Horizon (reference to Bring Me The Horizon)

_ Eat World (reference to Jimmy Eat World)

Jitterbug (phrase used in 'Wake Me Up Before You Go Go' by Wham and title of Hachiya Nanashi VOCALOID track)

Jitterdoll (niki VOCALOID track)

Serenade

Breakdown (also applicable to 'Use At Own Risk')

USE AT OWN RISK

These are names that have been used in the past BUT often rely on oppressive stereotypes involving women, mental illness/disorders, LGBTQIA+ people, Indigenous people and so on. Some of these are also just straight up mental/medical conditions and medications. I would advise only picking one of these if it is a term you wish to reclaim for yourself. Do so at your own risk.

Insane/Insanity

Delirious

Demented

Psychotic/Psychosis/Psychopath

Nuclear

Bitch

Whore

Crazy

Hallucinate/Hallucination

Haywire

Suicide/Suicidal (also applicable to pop culture - see Suicidal Sadie CreepyPasta)

Mania/Manic

Maniac/Maniacal

Paranoia/Paranoid

Savage

Mad

Fag/Faggot (only reclaim if you are LGBTQIA+)

Mental

Xanax/Xamax

Schizophrenia/Schizophrenic

Dementia

Genocide (added to here and not to 'weaponry/violence/semi-NSFW' due to the current genocides happening in the world)

Warfare (added here for the same reason as above)

Asylum

Amphetamine

Hooker

Neurotic

MISC IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

A

Accidental

Axis

Ambitious

Amazing

Apocalypse/Apocalyptic/Apokalypsis

Abyss

Abdomen

Amor/Amore

Ambition

Apparel

Atomic/Attomick/Attomik

Atrophy

Alluring

Asshole/Asswhole

Abrasive

Atelophobia

Arachnophobia

Abstract

Adorable

Anonymous

Audacious

Antorcha (Spanish for 'torch')

Avenge

B

Baby

Bang

Blah

Boom

Brigade

Bombard/Bombardment

Blast

Biohazard/Biohazardous

Beauty/Beautiful/Beau

Bow

Bottom Jeans

Barbie

Babycake

Babydoll

Break/Breaks

Brave

Bacteria

Bandaid/Bandage

Blackout

Bittersweet (also applicable to foods and emotions)

Barbaric

C

Catastrophe/Catastrophic

Claustrophobia/Claustrophobic

Crash

Chaos

CreepyPasta

Crunch/Crunchy

Chuunibyou

Coward

Chick (also applicable to animals)

Carnage (also applicable to pop culture, see Spider-Man villain)

Chaosbaby

D

Daring (also applicable to pop culture)

Devious

Darling

Disaster

Daydreaming

Destruction

Doll/Dolly

Decay/Decayed/Decaying

Dark/Darkened

Deceit/Deceitful

Daily

Dial

Deutschland

Danger

Destroy

Discord

E

Ecstatic

Ecstasy

Emergency

Extreme

Echo

Exposure

Enchanted

Endanger

Enigma/Enigmatic

Epidemic

Endemic

Egotistic/Egotistical

Entropy

EatsZombies

F

Frightful

Foul

Foe

Futile

Flash

Flicker

Feeble

Funeral/Funerary

Forsaken/Forsakened

G

Girly

Gab

Gangster

Glitter

Gorgeous/Goregeous

Gluttony

H

Havoc

Hazard

Heartbreaker

Heist

Hiatus

Hoax

Hyper

Heart

Horizon

Hollywood

I

Impolite

Immature

Ill

Iris

Infection/Infected

J

J'Adore (also applicable to pop culture, see Jade J'Adore from Bratzillaz)

Jailbait

Jaundice

Jaywalk

Jeopardy

Jingle

Jive

Joint

Jubilate/Jubilee

Junction

Juxtapose

K

Katastrophe/Katastrophic

Krunch/Krunchy

Kawaii

King

Kitching/Keching

Killjoy (also applicable to music, see My Chemical Romance)

L

Lush

Loathe

Lovely

Lucky

Legendary

Light (also applicable to pop culture, Light Yagami)

Luz (also applicable to pop culture, Luz Noceda)

Love/Luve/Luv

Leper/Leperacy

Litterbug

M

Macabre

Macroscopic

Mafia

Magnetic

Malady

Malice

Mutiny

Malediction

Marauder (also applicable to pop culture - won't say the name but you know what franchise this was popularised in)

Medical

Membrane

Mesmerize

Metallic

Mortician/Mortuary/Morticia (last one applicable to pop culture, in reference to Morticia Addams)

Mortified

Mystery

Myth

Mayday (also applicable to popculture, see Mayday from No Straight Roads and the Helluva Boss character Verosika Mayday)

Malevolent/Malevolence

Millionaire

McCrackin

Monstrawrface

Miracle/Miraculous (also applicable to pop culture, see Miraculous Ladybug)

Morgue

N

Ninja

Notorious

Nocturnal/Nokturnal

Naughty

Nasty

Nihilist/Nihilistic/Nihilism

Nightmare

Necro

Necromancer/Necromancy

Necrotising (in reference to Necrotising Fasciitis)

Nefarious

Neuron

Nerd/Nerdified

O

Overdrive

Original

Outcast

Odd

Obscure

Obsolete

Obsession

Oblivion

P

Prince/Princess

Punk

Plastic

Parable (also applicable to pop culture, see The Stanley Parable)

Pandemic

Pirate

Q

Queen/Queenie

Queer

Quack

R

Random

Revenge

Reckless

Royal

Riot

Rebel

Rude

Rawr

Rad

Rotten

Ravenous

Ruthless

S

Sabotage

Scary

Silly

Sadist/Sadistic

Sahara

Salivate

Spectacular

Synthetic

Supercharged

Surrender

Stethoscope

Sublime

Sterile

Stealthy

Spinal

Spiffy

Sinister

Scoundrel

Scandal

Shell

Scene

Spookbat

T

Tears

Tragic/Tragedy

Terror

Trick/Trickster

Temptation

Terrible

Twisted

Trash

Tenacity

Trauma/Traumatised

Temptress

Tuberculosis

U

Unusual

Ultimate

Usurper

Urban

V

V.I.P

Vendetta (also applicable to pop culture, see V for Vendetta)

Velicious

Victorious/Victory

Vandal/Vandalism

Vain/Vanity

Vile

Vortex (also applicable to pop culture, Helluva Boss)

Void

Vengeance/Vengeful

Valentine/Valentines

W

Wacky/Whacky

Wicked

Wonder/Wonderful

Wise/Wisdom

Wreckless

X

Xtreme/X-treme

Xx/xX

XoXo/XOXO/X0X0

X-ray

Y

Young

Z

ZigZag

Zero (also applicable to pop culture, see Nightmare Before Christmas character)

SOURCES

http://esgbeauty.blogspot.com/p/scene-names-directory.html?m=1 (TRIGGER WARNING: site listed actual genocides as name suggestions (e.g. Holocaust) or elements related to genocides/wars (e.g. Kamikaze) - view at your own discretion. For this list, I opted to remove these suggestions as I think these are remnants of the edgy humour of the 2000s that is best being left behind.)

Some of these suggestions came from my friends and members in Scem0 K1dz (Discord server).

https://thescenebible.blogspot.com/2021/10/blog-post.html?m=1 (Currently working on slowly adding anything from here.) TRIGGER WARNING: A lot of names involve mental disorders, medical conditions and medications. I will be including some of these, mostly in the 'Use At Your Own Risk' section.