#freaky soup guy

[justabitsp00ky]

Blank Room Soup.avi, a hoax?

I believe by now most of the internet is familiar with "Blank Room Soup.avi", or originally called "Freaky Soup Guy", a video wherein two costumed characters comfort a man who's crying while eating soup.

It's off putting at worst, maybe slightly uncomfortable. Of course there were rumors that it came from the dark web and that the man was forced to eat a soup that had his dead wife in it, or slight variations of.

Of course, none of that is true. The truth, however, is rather muddled.

See, the costumes belonged to a man named Raymond Persi. Raymond Persi works for Disney and is an animator, director, and voice actor for a handful of movies and The Simpsons between season 16-21 and The Simpson's Movie. Raymond also had these costumes, as they were a project of his that were essentially mascots for events or stage shows. The act was called "RayRay".

According to Raymond Persi, one day while out for a show, the costumes were stolen, and some time he was later sent this video. Finding it absurd, he posted it to youtube to show his friends, and the costumes remain stolen. Though still a mystery as to who stole the costumes and made the video is, the rest of the mystery is solved right?

Well, there's a possibility that Raymond Persi's story is a fabrication. Below the cut, I'll go into a very likely theory about what is possibly going on. Nothing is confirmed, however.

What's lesser known is that there were actually multiple videos in this series. The second video is mostly the same, the man is in the lackluster room crying with his soup, but now they mascots are off to the side, watching, until the last couple seconds when one of them runs up to the man and kicks him. The third video, however, is where it gets interesting.

It's a 10 second clip, where in a dark alleyway with a single spotlight, "RayRay" comes out with what we can assume is a hostage. The man is bound and gagged. The camera zooms in on both of them, before cutting off.

So it got it eerier, it seems, but this is the beginning of a lead.

Raymond Persi has a sister named Dominique Lenore Persi, who is the front woman for an experimental rock band called "Stolen Babies", a band with quite some horror themes to their songs and music videos.

As we can already see, there's quite a similarity between the "hostage" in Blank Soup Room 3 and the gentleman in the hat and glasses on the left.

In fact, as we can see here, he has the same pale face, glasses, hat, and red jacket. Oh, and ropes, isn't that funny.

As a matter of fact, there are photoshoots of RayRay with Stolen Babies!

And they've even been there for their shows as mascots, fulfilling their intended purpose after all. In all, just a brother helping support his sister's band.

So, let's loop around. RayRay, Stolen Babies, Blank Soup Room.avi. What's the theory? That Blank Soup Room may just be a promoting stunt for Stolen Babies. I personally think Raymond lied about the suits being stolen and the video being sent to him to try to make it more mysterious and spooky. I mean, sometimes people just lie, even when regarding searches and mystery.

Unless it's true that the costumes were stolen, and maybe Blank Room Suit inspired Raymond Persi to make more creepy videos and photos for Stolen Babies with spare costumes of RayRay.

Either way, nothing is confirmed for certain. We still don't know who the crying man eating the soup is, we don't know who's under the costumes, and we don't know if Persi is telling the truth or not. Still, the first soup video is... quite eerie.

[seabugsbaby]

pulling a naruto and separating plot progression and arcs between several villages bc then i get to design MORE VILLAGES AND SOCIETIES AND I LOVE VILLAGES AND SOCIETIES

[ocean-sunfish-hater]

The Real Life Biology of the Three Body Problem Series

In the first book of Liu Ci Xin's Three Body Problem series, we are introduced to our main antagonists, the Trisolarans. Whilst we never get to see them directly, we are shown some of their biology via the game that our protagonist plays.

ID: A grand domed palace in a chinese style sits in the background of the image. The foreground has hundreds of ancient Chinese soldiers holding white placards on sticks. Two people dressed in Chinese armour can be seen riding horses towards the palace.

In the game it is revealed that Trisolaris, the planet in the Alpha Centauri system on which the aliens reside, revolves around not one, but three suns. As such, the system is subject to the classic physics conundrum of the three body problem (after which the first book in the series is named), which states that for most initial conditions the trajectories of three celestial bodies is chaotic and difficult to predict.

This means that Trisolaris experiences very extreme, unpredictable conditions, divided into "stable eras" and "chaotic eras". Stable eras come about when Trisolaris settles into orbit around one of its three suns, bringing relative prosperity to the planet. However, chaotic eras result in disasters, such as extreme droughts, seemingly endless nights, and even changes in gravity. The first novel partially revolves around the Trisolarans attempting to see if humans could collectively solve the three body problem and bring some level of predictability to their planet.

During the course of the game, it is revealed to the protagonist (and us, the readers), that in order to cope with the devastation and unpredictability of chaotic eras, the Trisolarans can dehydrate themselves and enter a spore-like state, hibernating until the next stable era comes. This allows them to bypass some of the extreme conditions and ensures the survival of the species as a whole.

Believe it or not, we have our very own Trisolarans here on Earth. In fact, there's loads of examples, from bacteria to triops, to my favourite of the bunch, Bdelloid Rotifers.

ID: An electron micrograph of some Bdelloid Rotifers and their mouthparts. They are long and slender, with a distinct mouth and tail section. Their mouthparts look like two semicircles lined with a comb-like structure.

These microscopic animals look freaky, because they are. If you've got any media literacy you've probably picked up by now that I am segueing here because they are somewhat similar to the aliens in the Three Body Problem, except this time they are very much real. Like the Trisolarans, Bdelloids live in very ephemeral environments: their usual haunts are the very thin film of water on moss and lichen. As you can imagine, these do not last all that long, and thus when they dry up, so do the Bdelloid Rotifers; in biology, we call this process anhydrobiosis.

"Ok, that's all well and good Ocean Sunfish Hater, but why do you like these guys more than the other anhydrobiotic creatures that roam our good, green Earth?" I hear you ask.

So you know how things that reproduce asexually don't have all that much genetic variation, and how sexual reproduction gives you an edge over asexual populations since you can keep that genetic variation fun and funky fresh, and how that has been the cornerstone for eukaryotic reproduction? Well. Well. Just like me, Bdelloid Rotifers have been completely celibate for 35-40 million years, with some people even bringing that number up to 100 million years, when they diverged from their sister clade. So how do these turbo-virgins not go extinct, racking up tonnes of deleterious mutations, not having any advantageous innovations, and eventually exploding into a genetic soup?

The secret lies in their ability to dehydrate. Not only is it a really handy dandy way to stay alive when your only source of water is gone, it literally rips apart their cells and genes! And why! Why the fuck does that help? It sounds like the opposite of helping!

ID: An electron micrograph of the foot of a Bdelloid Rotifer. It has been shaded a light green. The structure looks almost like a face, with a smile and two stalk-like structures that could be mistaken for eyes. But this is not a face.

Having this mild-to-moderate level of cell membrane and chromosomal damage enables the Bdelloids to take up genetic material from their environment, mostly via their digestive systems, where their last meals are slowly being broken down to reveal that juicy DNA inside. When the water returns and the Bdelloids rehydrate, this genetic material gets incorporated into their chromosomes as their cells get back to work repairing themselves. And they sure ain't picky. In fact, it has been shown that in some species of Bdelloids, up to 8% of their genetic material has non-animal origins. How cool is that?

This is probably what has allowed them to continue adapting and evolving, even when they have been reproducing asexually for so long. This strategy has been so successful that the Bdelloids have managed to diversify into over 450 species. Pretty impressive for a class of animals that haven't had sex in over 40 million years.

Perhaps the Trisolarans might have a similar mechanism as part of their biology (even if they do reproduce sexually as stated in the book). Maybe they've managed to survive for this long because they have been able to absorb useful genes from their home planet, just like Bdelloids have been doing here on Earth. I don't know if these are what Liu Ci Xin had in mind when he wrote the Three Body Problem, but they sure were what I was thinking of when I read the book.

If you're still here, thanks for reading! I know this was a bit of a longer post, but I just wanted to use the new Netflix show to talk about one of my favourite books and one of the weirdest, most underappreciated animals.

[joaniejustwokeup]

Decided to make this prompt it’s own post- originally based off @noir-renard’s tags on this photo post:

I had an idea for where it could go…

Jason uses Bruce’s account to bid on the car.

Danny uses Vlad’s account to bid on it.

They drive up the price ridiculously high.

Danny wants the car to go on a summer road trip/ college tour with Sam and Tucker.

Jason wants to use it to pick up his brothers from work and school to embarrass them. He’s sure he can convince Alfred to let him be the designated chauffeur for a bit.

Danny just barely places the winning bid in time.

When he gets the car he tricks it out with a bunch of anti-theft and especially anti-ghost security measures. No way he’s letting Johnny or Technus or some other random ghost steal it from him, this car is his. He also adds special storage for ectoplasm and ecto-dejecto, since they’ll be on the road for a bit, but also in case there’s an emergency and they need to get out of town fast. And then they’re off on their summer adventure!

They stop in Gotham to check out Gotham University, and because Sam love the aesthetic and Tucker loves Wayne Tech, leaving their car in a lot frequented by tourists.

While he’s out on patrol Jason suddenly sees THE FUCKING CAR!!! Holy shit it must be destiny. Fuck it, Red Hood is stealing a car today because dammit this was supposed to be his janky-ass dead guy car. He’s gonna reclaim his undead honor and this shitty car if it’s the last thing he does. Only one problem. The car immediately zaps him, knocks him out, and soups him with the automatic thermos the second he touches it (what’s this? A halfa Jason Todd au??? Oh dear!).

Danny, Sam, and Tucker return none the wiser, having had a great day touring the city and the university’s campus. But soon they’re back on the road, having a couple more weeks of travel and touring campuses planned. They finally return to Amity Park, and it’s only then that Danny realizes the car had captured some random ghost while they were on the road. At least it looked like the car had fed them from the ectoplasm storage while they travelled, so they should be healed of any souping-related injuries.

Danny decides to release them in his royal keep in the Infinite Realms (AND a ghost king Danny au? wow who would’ve thought), so that he can have Wulf on hand to portal the ghost back to their haunt if they mean no harm, or contain them in the Ghost Zone if they turn out to be violent.

Jason is spewed out of that freaky thermos into a throne room of black marble, surrounded by glowing, translucent beings. Everything has a Lazarus-green glow, and something deep in his chest seems to be humming in recognition, like a tuning fork resonating with an entire orchestra (is that how tuning forks work? Jason doesn’t fucking know).

Above him floats a teenager in a black and white jumpsuit accented with pieces of medieval armor and a cloak lined with swirling stars and nebulae. Atop his snow white hair sits an obsidian crown bathed in green flames, the same bright Lazarus green as the boy’s eyes. He’s holding the thermos almost sheepishly, looking at Jason in shocked amazement.

“Holy fucking shit- I SOUPED RED HOOD??? RED HOOD’S A GHOST?!?!?”

Meanwhile, the Batfamily has been frantically looking for Red Hood for weeks now. No one knows where he’s gone- his tracker showed him traveling from state to state seemingly at random, before stopping and disappearing entirely. His last tracked location was in a small midwestern town called Amity Park.

[skaterlight-asks]

Draw Kasper as this ummm freaky soup guy (bonus if you draw the mascot in the backround as unpleasant)

UEHHH 😢😢😢 HUGHHH 😢😢😢

-Kasper probably

[cardboardclownery]

...hi guys :]

so uhh. folie a deux posting again-

this issss the first chapter i wrote for this!! cookie and i split the chapters among

ourselves specially based on their content and when pitching the idea for this one cookie said they felt sick while reading my idea so. i was chosen to write this one for his sake -v-

SO!! sit back, relax, and enjoy the horrors my friend B]

(also sorry about the bracket bits at the start, we havent made placeholder town names yet or anything ;v;)

FOLIE À DEUX - CHAPTER 5, DRAFT 1

big tw for: graphic depictions of violence, cannibalism, dark themes(?? its freaky idk what youd call it)

I’ve once again found myself in the dark, suffocating woods surrounding the towns of Eastridge. Realistically, I could’ve stayed in [town name] for a bit longer– I had only just started living there before moving out again. Despite that, something in my head is telling me that I have to leave. Telling me how that place is too close to my old home, how easy it would be for Lankmann to find me there.

That voice has been leading me fairly well so far, so I have no reason to stop following him now.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling a bit doubtful, though. I have no reason to believe he’s right or wrong, but a voice telling me to walk endlessly through the wilderness with unconfirmable reasoning isn’t exactly easy to believe. What other choice do I have, though? Stay put and see if it’s proven right, only to risk being put back into that hellish asylum?

No. That isn’t an option. We– I’m not going back there.

God, I’m hungry.

Still, I keep walking, ignoring how much my stomach growled. If I just make it to the nearest town soon, I can get something to eat. I think I still have enough money left to buy something. If not… hopefully they have a soup kitchen. I never imagined I’d end up in a situation where I would depend on something like that. I guess I never considered how people end up homeless or unable to feed themselves.

It feels odd calling myself a “person” now. I don’t know why, but it just seems… wrong in some way.

…I smell something. What is that smell? It’s visceral, almost like raw pork, and yet oddly sweet. I feel drool well up in my mouth and drip down my chin. I quickly wipe it off with my sleeve as I feel my heart begin to pound. Why am I so shaky? And why am I so much hungrier than before?

I look around for the source of the smell only to see a person walking not too far off in the distance. The trees make it hard to see them very well, but I can tell it’s a person. I know it doesn’t make sense for them to be the source of the smell, and yet something’s telling me that they are.

I find myself unable to look away from them. I don’t know why, but I just can’t.

Something about them makes me feel even hungrier.

Why am I hungrier? That’s a fucking person, what is wrong with me? Why can’t I just look away– I keep trying but I can’t get myself to look anywhere else but at them. My jaw falls open, letting more saliva spill out. They start walking farther away, I should walk away too.

But I can’t stop staring.

I can’t stop drooling.

I can’t…

I can’t…

stop…

…

…What...

What’s…going on..?

I can’t remember…how I got here…

I feel something in my mouth…I’m chewing something. It feels like steak, yet tastes more like ham. There’s so much of it, I feel it spilling out over my chin. It’s so warm… and wet… Is it covered in blood..? Was this even cooked at all? What the hell am I eating!?

I look down and–

And–

Fuck. Fuck, I–

I choke on what I was chewing, covering my eyes.

This isn’t fucking happening this isn’t happening–

I uncover my eyes and look down again. I see the same thing.

That person I saw. They’re right here, laying right in front of me. They won’t move, there’s a tear in their neck and they’re bleeding. They’re bleeding a lot.

Their leg’s bleeding too– there’s a deep gash in it. It looks as if an animal had torn it open with its teeth.

There’s blood on my hands. And my face, and my clothes.

There’s so much blood.

A sob pushed at my throat as I willed myself into looking at the person’s face. Another slipped out as I saw them staring back at me, making me look away again. I can’t bear looking at them like this. I can’t believe they’re even alive, let alone conscious.

It would’ve been so much easier if it wasn’t…

…What do you mean, “it?”

They aren’t an “it,” that– that’s a person that’s not–

I shake my head and look back down at its– their leg. The wound left in it is so deep, almost reaching the bone. For some reason, when I looked at this…

When I looked… I felt so, so hungry.

I swallow what remained in my mouth. It tastes… good.

Why does it… taste good..?

Without thinking, I lean down, hold the person’s leg in place and tear off another hunk of flesh with my teeth. The person doesn’t even resist or scream. It just lays there, whimpering in pain.

Its meat tastes so, so good.

I quickly chew up the viscera between my teeth and gulp it down along with the blood it was drenched in. I lick my lips to take in the mess on my face. It was oddly savory, even sweet. I tore off another chunk from its leg.

“I…I-I’m so…I’m sor…ry…” I choked out between chews. “I’m so… so, sorry…”

I swallowed down the mush in my mouth before croaking out another “sorry.” I couldn’t stop repeating as I ate, “sorry,” “sorry,” “I’m sorry,” as if it would do anything. It didn’t take long to notice the person stop responding. It finally died off as I sobbed pointless apologies, devouring what was left of its leg.

My sobs became incomprehensible blubbering after this. I couldn’t bring myself to eat anymore. I just buried my head in my hands, muffling the nonsense tumbling from my throat.

…It’s so odd.

In less than a week, I’ve transformed from a deer in headlights into a predator– a beast perhaps even more frightening than the one I had been running from all this time.

…

I can’t remember exactly how we- I got rid of the body. I just remember panicking, dragging the corpse for hours without thinking. I can’t remember where it is now. I think I stepped on something. Just above my ankle, there’s a bloody gash that must’ve been there for a while now. It’s from a bear trap I think. I probably shouldn’t be walking with a wound like that in my leg. I probably shouldn’t be able to walk with that in my leg. It stings, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it should, I don’t think.

I’m still damp from washing in a river. I think it was a river. It might’ve been a lake, actually. I can’t really remember that, either. I just know I was covered in blood, then went somewhere that had water and left without any blood on me. I couldn’t get the stains off of my clothes, though.

Hopefully no one noticed.

I’m in an apartment now– a small, run-down one, but an apartment. I’ll be stuck living here for a while so I need to get used to it. I’ve been staring at the same spot on the beige, hole-filled wall for a few minutes now, standing just in front of the door leading outside. My bag is lying next to me, having been dropped just after walking inside and closing the door.

I should go to bed.

I should unpack.

I should take a proper shower.

I should turn myself in to the police.

I should

I

don’t

I don’t. Know.

What do I do now?

Where do I go from here?

What… what do I do..?

I… I killed someone… I can’t even remember where they are now…

I just… hid them… like it was nothing and walked away.

I ate their fucking leg.

Why… why did I… Why…

Why…

I…

Can’t… breathe…

I fall backwards against the door. I can’t breathe. I choke on nothing. I can’t stop shaking.

My eyes start to sting from the tears forming in them. My fingers curl against the floor. My nails dig into it as they do.

Inhuman sounds bubble in my throat.

I feel something heavy wrap around me but nothing is there.

It becomes easier to breathe somehow.

The invisible weight around me grows heavier, pushing me down to the floor.

I curl into myself, lurching with each choked sob of a breath. Despite there being no source of it in the room, I swear I can hear music.

I really have lost it, haven’t I.

[rainbowagate]

listen, just because i’m writing two zosan fics right now does not mean i’ve forgotten myself

I am a shuggy writer first and foremost

those red and blue bastards have me in a chokehold

all my zosan enjoyers, please get with the program and consume shuggy. you’ll like it i promise

you’ve got two guys with mysterious origins growing up as childhood best friends on the greatest pirate’s crew, like????

It’s the same banter but with buggy’s freaky devil fruit and shanks’ alcoholism for flavor

it’s the same rivals to lovers except one of them (shanks) never considered the other a rival and has been in love with him for years

you’ve got a disfigured swordsman (shanks and zoro) and a crafty pervert (buggy and sanji)

you’ve got the loyal dopey one (shanks and zoro) and the embarrassed to be here smart one (buggy and sanji)

pick up what i’m putting down

consume shuggy, it’s good soup

[xx-j4nu5-c4t5-xx]

I got bored and remembered I can make cc so uh

There it is, I guess. The soup in all its glory.

I will say, though, I think it looks a lot better when I draw it. And I think I know why.

I'm sure a lot of it is just me being shitty at making cc (this is like the second thing I've successfully made) but I think the biggest factor is that there's no real environmental storytelling behind it.

I mean, look at Ripp. That isn't the face of someone who's going crazy and being taken over by forces he can't begin to comprehend. That's a silly little guy! A jovial young fellow who looks like he lost a fight with a bucket of paint. The fact that it completely eats his eyelashes is kinda freaky but there's nothing really... happening to him, I guess? It just looks like you could scrub it off in the shower and he'd be fine.

When I draw him getting pink souped, though, it's rough. He looks genuinely unwell. As it turns out, the creepiest part of pink soup isn't the pink itself (though it is a bit weird to see something so unnatural take over someone's body), it's everything outside of it.

His skin is pale, he looks dazed and scared and sick and, above all else, exhausted. This doesn't look like a shitty face paint job, it looks like something that's slowly killing him. The pink soup on its own isn't that hard to look at, but seeing him with dark, unfocused eyes and messy hair and distress visible on his face is fucked up. You can tell that something is draining him, something that doesn't seem easy to fight off, something that only seems to be getting worse. He's scared. His friends are scared. Nobody knows what's going on, and nobody knows how to fix it.

And the fact that he looks so sick almost makes the pink soup scarier on its own. There's this giant, inorganic thing completely taking over a good chunk of this kid's body, and he looks like he's about to collapse from it. If he was still happy and vibrant under all of that, it wouldn't be so bad, but... fuck, what is that stuff? What is it going to do to him?

That's what I have to keep in mind. The concept of pink soup being some kind of weird rash thing is kinda spooky in a fear-of-the-unknown Lovecraftian bullshit sense, but the scariest part of it isn't how it looks. It's what it's doing to the people underneath it.

[starleska]

*sight in defeat* Well I just watched NPMD... I wanna thank you, I am making you solely responsible of the monster I became. THANK. YOU. VERY. MUCH. *cries in Jägerman's simp*

hahahaha YESSS!!!!! ohh my dear friend.......we have been afflicted with demonic jock disease.........how humiliating 🙈💖💖💖 this isn't right, i'm supposed to like nerds!!!!! and fancy effeminate guys!!!! and characters which defy all common sense!!!! this is all Adam's fault >:(

for real though i'm so happy you're here hahaha tell me EVERYTHING!!! favourite moment, favourite song? and what got you all aboard the Jägertrain? 😉 besides, you know, besides just having eyes and totally not having a diabolical crush on Jerma during the pandemic it's that ultra-caricatured portrayal of masculinity that shoves him up into the same category as Adam, Ken, Austin Powers, etc. for me. he's just so seriously unserious, you know??? he feels like a character you'd see played by a drag king at an awesome local queer night 😂💖 there's just...so much wrong with him. Mr. 'I'll-Punch-You-If-You-Look-At-Me-Wrong-But-Let's-Cuddle-Because-I-Saw-A-Skeleton-on-TV'. Mr. 'Uses-My-Friends-As-Gym-Equipment-But-Thinks-Attempted-Humiliation-Is-An-Act-of-Kindness.' Mr. 'I-Have-An-Eight-Pack-And-Think-Dirty-Girl-Soup-Is-Freaky-Hot.' oh Maxwell, you could only have been made in Hatchetfield 🙈💖💖💖

[sparkleswap]

can we have the music tastes of side staff/patients too please?? I love learning about characters...

okay yes... i can do this... like last time feel free to ignore ok this is all supplementary material baybee. ok

cyn - i think hed rlly like bowling for soup idk. maybe noah kahan ive heard ppl like him. oh hed love fox szn thats true and real 4ever. but most of all hed fuckin love johnny cash. integral characyer trait guys

mel - #1 la dispute fan... also enjoys of montreal & the magnetic fields. imo .

chip - i dunno smooth jazz maybe?? he can't handle stress right now give him something nice. bro cant even handle vocals in songs its too scary

orange - this is ur will wood fan people. i suppose. is miracle musical similar at all or do ppl just throw them together in the same playlists for fun. idk someone asked whod be a will wood fan and i guess ive decided the answer to that is orange. ur will wooder rep. or whateverrr

reesee - shuffled a random playlist and the song i got was by bo burnham so that's what im writing down ok. thats whats happening

party - i just know if i could sit him down with a daisy the great vinyl itd fix him. nayve foot ox too

cuddles - wait a minute who put ur name here stay back vile demon

rem - ummm. bad books. and... heart attack man. these are real ideas ive always had and NOT cruel jokes prommy

nya - LOVES hyperpop. or at least what i understand to be hyperpop dont take my word on it. ig whatever genre describes 100 gecs, vylet pony, AJ BLACK, and k1dzheart.

sunny - LOVES vocaloid. and utau. and all freaky little robot voices they eat it up. i dont actually know a lot of vocaloid artists i just know the songs but i think theyd love dance! vr dance! or mayb im judt rlly biased to the diary of underage observation series. siiighs

ik there are more side staff slash patients but um. i haven't thought abt them enough yet LOL. maybe 1 day ok thsi stiff takes time

[stellar--void]

As someone who's never read the locked tomb series and only really knows about it through memes the people I follow reblog, here's my best guess at what's going on (although from the sounds of it I'm not sure anyone who reads it knows what's going on either):

There's a girl named Harrow, presumably because it sounds like marrow and she has a special interest in skeletons. She's a necromancer apparently and she hates this. What an inconvenience.

There's another one named Gideon who's like, a jock? Hates teenagers. She's like 18

Gideon hates Harrow because she won't cannibalize her. Or potentially because she's supposed to cannibalize her. We'll call it mixed feelings.

They are walking around an abandoned spaceship with unclear intent. The spaceship might be haunted? Or maybe the main characters are haunting it. Those teens are covered in bones so they might be dead. Or they might just be freaky like that idk that's their business

There's also someone named God. Unclear if it's supposed to be literally God or if it's just some guy Named God but people seem to not like him very much

He's a memelord (ba-dum-tsss)

I think he's supposed to be like a space emperor or something. He's just like sitting in a room all day with a corpse?

The corpse is Earth's human-sona. You do you girl

At some point Harrow has to cut someone arm off and they're kind of into it

You do you girl

Harrow is being haunted by the Earth's human-sona's ghost

They're like. Trying to undermine the space monarchy? And this leads somehow to Harrow having to eat Gideon, which she is not happy about

The emperor is now sitting in a room with two corpses. Gideon lives in Harrow's brain?

Everyone is playing the world's worst game of musical chairs but the chairs are corpses and they are brain ghosts and the music is reality collapsing

Most of them are doing this because they are dead (ouch!) and want to inconvenience eachother. But at least one group is doing this because they're polyamorous. It's not going well

One of them is named Pilates Sex or something

Gideon is still just lying on the floor

I know at some point Harrow makes Bone Soup and feeds it to someone and reanimates it so they die of Bone Explosion and I think that's metal as fuck but I'm not sure why she did that

There's a new ghost with amnesia, and she's just like. Some kid.

Everyone's like 'well where the fuck did you come from'

She's called Nona. There's also someone called Nonagesimus and I'm not sure if Nona is short for that or if it's just a coincidence

Nona can speak every language but read none of them, and she deeply doesn't care about any of this. They keep trying to rope her into their drama and she just keeps doing her own thing

Harrow might be dead. Nona might be past Harrow???

Nona has died.

I forgot about that fuckass sword. I don't know what that's about let's ignore that

Anyways I think basically since Earth is dead a bunch of people are trying to get to her to revive her but Memelord cleverly hid her slightly behind his throne.

Everyone knows she's there, she's clearly just lying there, but she's behind him and they can't get to her without having to shuffle awkwardly around him in front of everyone and it would be embarrassing

They're trying to get him to leave the chair. He won't leave the chair. Gideon is still just like. There.

Some other people are trying to stop the others from bringing earth back because they're pretty sure if she comes back she'll be Pissed

Like she's going to murder them worse than anyone's ever been murdered.

You do you girl

[oo-delallymrcrow]

I’m back with a Gricko ask cus that mf needs love too!! Imagine he gets sick and no one else can take care of him….imagine we volunteer to take care of him and his daughter until he got better….He gets so sick and delusional. He’s just blabbering about random stuff and things. And eventually he’s just silently watching us take care of his daughter and he’s just absolutely smitten. He can’t tell if these feelings were long buried or he just couldn’t tell between platonic or romantic. He’s so so weak. We bring him soup to make him feel better and when he try to get off the bed and grabs hold on our pants and just curls up in our lap like a little weak puppy. He’s a freaky guy but he deserves to be kissed just as much as the others!!! Give that man the love he deserves.

YES!!! GIVE HIM THE LOVE!!! I absolutely 100% agree!! Just taking care of a sick Gricko who just babbles on and on (because we all know this mf can talk for hours) but then just being quiet as you hum and sing lullabies to Hootsie to calm her since her papa is sick 😫 and this man loves women taller than him (of course) and he'll just melt and cuddle into your lap! Ugh you just have wonderful ideas and I really got to start on Kremy but I'm going to have so many ideas with this man it's insane

[toomuchracket]

Ooo what’s the rough premise for vampire Matty. (Pls can it NOT be set 200 years ago 😩)

it's modern! basically... you've been casually seeing matty for a little bit, vampires are a Known Thing in society (like in true blood), he's one but it's never come up (there's still stigma, maybe). anyway, he cancels a date because he's "sick", but really he's almost depleted his plasma supply and he's terrified of potentially hurting you if you go out and he gets hungry (highly unlikely, but he won't risk it); you really do like him, so you go over to his place with some soup to make him feel better, and find him with blood (well, synthetic plasma stuff) alllllllllll over his face. you're more shocked than scared, so you're like "um... just get the soup pot back to me when you can", but matty's insistent that you stay and have some tea and he tells you the truth. and then because you know the truth, matty feels more comfortable around you and the relationship progresses nicely, and yeah you guys end up getting freaky lol. vampire bf! of course you're fucking him. and also you let him feed from you in an emergency scenario (and it's HOT) and there may or may not be a discussion about him turning you too. this is all just off the top of my head btw i haven't fleshed shit out yet lmao. also vampires in my world can get tats (matty figured out ink that doesn't dissolve in the venom under vampires' skin) and their hair still grows, as a means of allowing them to adapt to new habitats. lore! but yeah. i'll figure it all out <3

[icarrymany]

So happy the post about "stop policing what people do" was in fact about the post going around that it's everyone's fault that Evan left the internet + other actors. literally i blocked the person because... making something and putting it online means people are going to do things w it that u don't necessarily agree w !!! even if it sucks making things does mean people will take what they want from it and make it how they want !!!

also tbh hate the wording in the post about how.. m.h n e.m.h actors aren't celebrities and therefore can't be found attractive!! Like when did people start thinking you have to be extremely popular and well-known and famous 2 be attractive. literally the dudes look average but they also look exactly how I want to look in later life and I think finding average people attractive is actually good because??? 9/10 yr probably not gonna look like the next marvel actor.. ok sorry I am rambling SOOOO hard but you are just. So right and I'm giving you soup.

yeah fr the post didnt seem like it was coming from the right place to me. idk how true their claim is but i assure you fans finding A Guy on the screen pretty is not the issue. its when people go out of their way to say freaky shit to creators or harass them/their loved ones that this kind of thing is bad but. Finding a dude attractive doesnt mean someone is automatically gonna roll up to their social media like "ball pics now."

[cathchicken]

Ok yay another round of first impressions!!! Again, spoilers for Fionna and cake below the cut! (Episodes 5 and 6)

Episode one:

- I became more invested in this episode the further it went, I ended up liking it a lot!

- farmworld society is real neat. I like how ice Finn became some demonic figure to everyone

- FINN GKT KIDS

- I liked the character if the main Finn kid (forget his name already damnnn)

- the forbidden romance was funny, but they left that universe so quickly, I want to know what happens!!

- Simon curses

- what thr hell is up with the pink goop

- Farm Finn mentions his wife is dead (CMONNN). Not sure exactly who she could be, but I’m guessing farm huntress wizard, based off of a few of the kids designs. Specifically the one with ginger hair and green eyes. The soup thing is interesting too

- OH MY GOD THE OLD JAKE IS SO ADORABLE GRAHHHHHH

- and I love that Cake actually likes him like aughhhhh

- (this is hurting my soul)

- most important note: THERE WAS A CHICKEN FOR A SPLIT SECOND I WIN AUTOMATICALLY

Overall solid episode!

Episode two:

- yeah I know what’s gonna happen. Tumblr prepare yourself

- wait I forgot about the yaoi subplot haha

- anyways time to see photos of half naked Marshall everywhere for a week now too

- ok real meat: winter king. He’s a lot more cunty than I thought. The song and animation was gorgeous!!

- why did they draw his crotch like that. WHAT cmon I can’t be the only one. It’s so… well defined. Anyways

- the whimsical gunters were perfect. Especially the fairy

- the ice Marcy??? What??

- FUCKING. CAKE. SAYING WINTER KING AND SIMON SHOULD MAKE OUT AT THR END KF THE SONG. like damnnnn she is freaky. That would have been quite something though

- oh god. Wait, is this gonna be the oncest thingy now..? Fandom wise… cake you’ve doomed us all!!

- ahem

- oh yeah bubbaline! (Garylee..?) it was a very cute montage!! And I like Gary’s candy kingdom esque idea for his bakery.

- MORE LEMONFEMS (Lemoncarb?? I don’t know how to spell it)

- idk about you guys but I like them. Well, I don’t like how they did Gary. But still. Very good

- ok back to fionna

- yes!! Candy… queen! (The name to no one’s surprise haha) she pretty much was exactly what I expected. I love her

- her song was also great!!

- unfortunately I guess her existence is short lived lol

- won’t stop me… with the power of fanart!

- I like the scene where she rolls off the bed

- yeah at this point I was sort of suspicious of winter guy

- lobotomy… thr best remedy…

- the way winter king just lets Fionna embrace him right in front of actual Simon is fucking crazy haha. I’m sure cake was loving it

- THE HE

- WHAT THR HELL

- well, the team handles trauma together….

- interesting, this universes pb is like, exactly the same haha.

- oh yeah, Fionna ain’t straight at all. You saw how she reacted when pb caressed her

- oh yeah final winter king impressions: I hate him

- also the fact he acknowledged Betty died and couldn’t give a shit. Fuck him forever

- csnt lie I’m a little sad it’s not a direct swap universe like my little theory. But ofc that’s not a problem at all, just me predicting stuff wrong

- not letting that go tho. Passionpeachy I won’t fail you. Doomed yuri is always the answer

Ok that’s pretty much it!!! Overall I really enjoyed these episodes, and I’m gonna have a good time seeing everyone else react to them :3 but now I get some sleep. I got school tomorrow

[enigmatist17]

Weight of the World (Part 3)

Part 1 2 4 5

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Time seems to have slowed, even though that would be impossible.

Dawn doesn't move much the first day, staring blankly at Tara and Willow's closet as the clock ticks through the day as she's held between the two. Willow eventually gets up and gets food for everyone. None of them really eat much, but the distant sounds of students break the silence, much to their relief. Dawn finally moves to shower when night falls, wincing at the sight of her bandages that definitely need to be changed.

The freaky doctor's cuts were artful in a sick way. The red lines followed the curve of her body, making what little food she'd eaten come up before she could move. She could hear some of the other bathroom inhabitants say something, but the roar of water made the concerned remarks sound distant until a familiar voice reassured everyone that Dawn was alright.

"Dawnie, are you okay?" Willow crouched outside her shower stall, and Dawn focused on her shadow.

"I threw up."

"I know, and it's okay." Slowly, Dawn slicks back her wet hair and turns the water off, grateful it had washed away the sick down and out of sight. A towel is held through the curtain before Dawn can ask, and Willow moves away to give her some privacy in the thankfully empty bathroom, her overnight kit sitting on a sink along with a fresh water bottle. She went through the motions without much of a thought, holding her bag and towel close when she stepped out and headed back for the familiar dorm room. Tara was gone and Willow in the current stage of changing the dirty sheets from last night.

"Have you heard from anyone?" She sinks into the plush chair in the corner of the room, hugging her legs to her chest as Willow shakes her head.

"Maybe tonight sweetie, it's a lot to process right now." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes when she looks over, but Dawn will take what she can right now. "Think you can eat?"

"Um, I dunno..." Dawn hoped she could, the ache settling in her gut becoming uncomfortable, but at the same token didn't want to throw up again. "Maybe something small?"

"I'll see what they have at the cafeteria, they might have soup." Dawn nods and hugs the first pillow she can free from under her, watching Willow remake the bed before going to pull out the cot they kept for emergencies.

"Willow?"

"Yea Dawnie?"

"What will happen to me?"

"What do you mean?" The bed lays forgotten as Willow gives the teen her undivided attention, and Dawn feels tears welling in her eyes. "I can't live alone..."

"You're not going to be alone sweetie, never." The witch crosses the room before kneeling in front of Dawn's chair, reaching to brush some hair from Dawn's face. "We don’t know yet, but you have all of us to call on, a-and if you want you can stay as long as you'd like here." The prospect is nice, but as much as Dawn doesn't want to go home, the hustle and bustle of a college campus is not the right energy for all that's happened in the last few days.

"Would...would you guys stay at home with me? I-I know Spike is going to need help, and I'm so scared I'll make everything worse if it's just me." The plead turns into a whimper at the end, and Willow hugs the smaller girl.

"I'll have to talk to my professors today, but I don't mind one bit." Willow gives a gentle squeeze before sitting back on her knees. "When Tara gets back, we'll talk alright?"

Dawn nods, relief flooding her very bones to know she won't be alone in that house. Despite not calling, Xander and Anya show up just past lunch, Anya making small talk as Xander hugs Dawn so tight she feels dizzy until he releases her, a sad smile gracing his lips as he looks her over. Dawn had been able to eat a small cup of soup along with some fruit, having been alone for a little over an hour when Willow and Tara made up some sort of excuse with their professors to squeeze as much time with Dawn as they could.

"You doin' okay?"

"For now." He ruffles her hair with a small smile before stretching with a slight groan. "I am officially too old to sleep in a ratty armchair, though I did survive, so there's that."

"I found Xander asleep next to Spike, it appears they have settled their differences for the moment." Anya's voice is just a tad too cheery, but she's trying her best to be the optimistic one of the group right now, so everyone smiles her way. "He has been complaining of his back all day."

"Tends to happen when you're old sweetie." Anya crosses the room to slip into his embrace, and everyone shares glances at each other before Tara asks an obvious question.

"Did either of you hear from Giles?" Xander shakes his head, a pained light dancing in his eyes.

"We should go...see him and all?" Willow quietly suggests, picking at the sleeve of the sweater she'd pulled on before the other couple had dropped in.

"I like that plan." Dawn finishes a tea Tara has made before grabbing her sweatshirt and heading for the door. The other Scoobies follow suit after sharing a look. The drive is quick, and the radio and its songs fill the awkward silence before they're outside a familiar complex. They file out of the car once Xander finds a place to park nearby.

No one was expecting to see Ethan Rayne and Giles tangled together on a new couch no one had seen before, the warlock running one hand through the sleeping man's hair while another held a book he'd been reading until the front door opened.

Both parties stared at each other for a moment before Ethan sighed and gently shook the man in his arms.

"Rupert, I know you're exhausted, but it's time to wake." His voice is tender, the book he'd been holding vanishing in favor of freeing his hand to cup the side of the Watcher's face. Anya finally closes the door as the others walk further into the apartment. Xander heads for the kitchen while Dawn and Tara sit on the stairs. Willow sits at Giles' desk while the other mumbles, clearly unwilling to join the land of the conscious. The slowly rising whine of the kettle Xander was currently messing with finally got the Watcher to open his eyes, and no one could miss the exhaustion that had settled into every inch of his face as he took in his filled apartment.

"Dawn, are you alright?" His voice is thick from sleep, sitting up in Ethan's lap enough to hug the teen when she all but darts across the room, the warlock adjusting as he watches them in silence.

"I'll be okay." She whispers her response, face buried in his turtleneck as Giles rubs her back soothingly.

The scream of the kettle gets them to finally separate minutes later, Xander handing out drinks for everyone as they settle around in an uneasy silence.

"So...when did you get back in town?" Willow is looking at Ethan with a curious, if wary, look from her spot.

"Yesterday." She's expecting more, but the warlock doesn't seem inclined on giving her anything else, one arm tucked around Giles as if it was a usual occurrence.

"Oh...cool."

"I have questions of my own, but most of them can wait," Ethan makes a vague gesture as Giles grumbles, eyes flickering over at the man on his lap before he continues with an uneasy clearing of his throat. "However, this one cannot. Does Angel know? I assume they're still close."

"No." Anya was the one to answer, looking at the warlock with slight confusion and hesitation. "You are worried about this fact."

"A vampire in agony is not a beast you want to be around."

"Spike did not seem that harmful." Anya frowned, and Ethan raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Oh, Spike is a vampire that...I'm not actually sure. She never answered my questions."

"Anya, dear, none of us know." Giles is gentle when he cuts her off, squinting as he looks for his glasses. "However, Ethan raises a valid point."

"Trust me, he's not going anywhere for the time being. He's got to let his bones set." Xander shook his head, wincing at the state they'd left him in. Speaking of, when it's dark, I've gotta take him home before something bad does happen."

"A Slayer who had gathered the fancy of two vampires, intriguing." Ethan offered his hand to Giles, said glasses resting on his palm. "I suppose I have seen stranger things."

"So you have." Giles grunted as he slipped his glasses on, finally leaving the safety of Ethan's embrace to accept the tea Xander had set on the table in front of him.

"What happens now?" Dawn breaks the silence that descends in Giles' apartment as everyone nurses their drinks, her eyes firmly planted on the cup she holds in her hands. "I—her..."

"It's already handled dear." Ethan may not have liked the Slayer much, but their mutual love for Giles had made their relationship one of begrudging acceptance for the Watcher. "I know good people who owed me a favor, they'll take good care of her."

"...oh." Dawn only focuses on breathing in and out, trying desperately not to think of her sister as a body to be handled, taking in a sharp breath when she hears someone move toward her. "I-I want to see Spike."

"We will soon sweetie, I promise." Dawn looks up as Willow gives her a small smile. "He's probably still asleep right now."

"Sides, I could use your help getting a room ready for him; a couch isn't going to cut it." Xander smiles, figuring Joyce's room would suffice for the recovering vampire.

"We could all help." Tara quietly offers, sharing a look with Giles who shrugs. "Keep us busy a-and all."

"That's a wonderful idea." The Watcher nods, draining his tea before properly standing. "I'd suggest people pack overnight bags as well."

The inference hangs clear for everyone as they all begin to move.

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Spike can't remember the last time he'd felt this horrible, save for maybe the time the Initiative had captured him.

Having so many bones mending at once was a bit of a new experience, and one he would take great pains to avoid in the future.

The backroom of Willy's place mostly muffled the growing bar scene as the day progressed. The vampire drifted in and out of sleep with the occasional meal of blood given to him by the bartender. Awakening after another spurt of sleep, he could smell Dawn before he felt her hands holding one of his, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"'Lo little Bit.' The poor thing is crying, he realizes, with an ache in his heart. With some effort, he lifts his arm up, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "No tears now..."

"I'm trying." She hiccuped, leaning into his hand with a watery smile. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I will. I can already feel my legs again." This calms the teen, who pulls away, Spike lying back with a quiet groan. A day or two, and I'll be right as rain."

"We've come to take you home." Blue eyes look over in slight confusion, before it dawns on him where she's talking about. "W-We got my room moved around so you can sleep on my bed, and I'll be on the cot."

"I'm not taking your bed, pet." Spike frowned, but he bit back whatever else he had to say when she glared at him.

"You are, because I said so. Xander is already going to camp on the couch with Anya, and Willow will share Mom's room with Tara for now."

"Huh, already thought of everythin' eh?" Dawn smiles as she fiddles with the hem of her shirt, clearly waiting for something. Said thing appears to be Giles and Xander, the warlock Spike had seen once or twice providing backup as the vampire is helped up and onto his feet, Willow waiting in a car parked behind the back entrance. It takes what little strength Spike had gathered during the day not to make any noises of pain, but is breathing louder than any of them had ever heard as he slowly moves one foot in front of the other in an effort not to lose his proverbial lunch. At one point, he knows consciousness is too exhausting, from riding in the car one moment with Willow talking about something to being halfway up the stairs in Revello Drive the next, Xander muttering something about leg day in his ear. For all his protests, Dawn's bed is nigh nirvana as he's carefully set down, the teen fussing with the pillows and Spike awkwardly trying to sit up.

"Bit, I'm sure I can handle some soddin' pillows." He gently nudged her away with his good arm, the teen hesitating before crossing her arms with an awkward look.

"Sorry, I just -" She nearly jumped when Spike's hand squeezed hers.

"I can tell you haven't eaten, go an' do that for me. I'll be here yea?" Dawn doesn't want to go, but sighs when Spike squeezes her hand again.

"Okay, I won't be long, a-and I'll bring you some blood too when I come back." With a smile, she was gone, and the vampire sagged back while running his hand down his face.

He never expected to receive the mother-hen treatment from a tiny human who couldn't harm a fly. It was quite comforting, in a way.

He can hear them all downstairs, Xander's little attempt at a joke as they divvy up pizza earns some weak chuckles. The mage hasn't left, which is intriguing in its own right, making a comment that Buffy's taste in tea was horrific, Spike having to agree. He'd added some proper tea when he first moved in, teaching the girls how to make a proper brew only in the last few days before Glory had ruined everything. It takes a slow breath to suppress the tears, and Spike stares at the ceiling when he exhales.

His heart aches again, like it has so many times in the last few days, and he wants to scream at someone or anyone.

Why

Why does it ache so?

People die all the time; he's lived so long that it was just a natural fact, but with Buffy, it was like the world had ended with her. Dawn's tears are like a stake in his heart, and as much as he craves to hold her until they fade away, he knows they will never be gone, and he doesn't know how to fix it.

He can't, not like this.

His blue eyes snap open when the answer hits him, and every nerve in his body buzzes with the revelation as he grips the sheets under his hands.

He knows what he needs to do.