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cannibal-nightmares · 11 months ago

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Teleharmonic: Smoke and Light

An exploration on migraines and communication.

It took me about 9 years to learn that not it's not actually common to experience migraines often. Huh. That was news to me. I find great comfort in putting the skrunglies in my shoes, so here you go. If this seems exaggerated, know it's not.

Soul Eater - Stein x Spirit (implied, SFW) // sickfic, hurt+comfort, tough love, ship up to interpretation, they bicker like a married couple Word count - 2,746 -- [AO3 link] -- ["Teleharmonic"]

The sun began to dip on a late Friday afternoon in spring, natural lighting clashing mute against the fluorescents of the academy corridors. Professor Stein leisurely patrolled the halls for any straggling students before the doors of the school closed for everyone but the holdovers to leave for spring break, looping through the labyrinth with his soul perception reaching out and peeking through the windows of the classrooms. It was a sleepy-enough afternoon to exert such focus.

Stein had started his loop at the seventeenth hour, pacing to the left out of the infirmary, leaving the Crescent Moon lecture hall behind him to be his last stop on the reframe. At the eighteenth, it was just his luck he found a faint and dim-trembling soul beyond his classroom wall.

As he entered, the wavelength started to feel familiar. Narrowing his search led him to the second level of the tiered theater where an otherwise tall red-haired man looked small lying sprawled on the floor under the desk ledge. The fingers of his left hand that were resting backwards on his forehead barely twitched in response to the meister’s presence, his breathing was shallow and meticulous.

“Spirit?”

The weapon murmured something incoherent as he looked up to find the doctor towering over him. “Franken?” He started, but his voice drifted off before he could finish the second syllable.

"You're not hungover, are you?"

Three pinched fingers. No. He could have been insulted by the interrogation, but he seemed too exhausted.

Stein weighed how he wanted to continue their interaction. In a matter of a split second, he confessed to himself the situation had real taunting potential.

Headache? Stein gestured by touching his index fingers together near his forehead. Spirit nodded his fist at the wrist, then weakly signed "BAD."

Even though his partner wouldn't have seen it, Stein had to keep from rolling his eyes. "Bad" was implied. Spirit kept his bouts with chronic migraines under wraps over the years and there were only a few people who knew about them. The doctor had never seen someone so sensitive to sound like Spirit was and his own voice rattled through his teeth, often leaving him muttering slushed nonsense if not resorting to shaping words with his hands.

Stein awkwardly stepped to Spirit's side between the rows, now facing him directly, and carefully crouched to his level.

Have you taken any medicine?

Spirit breathed meticulously, squinting up at his meister, then defeatedly closed his eyes again to escape the strain. No.

Professor Stein couldn't hold back an annoyed scoff. "Idiot," he forcefully tapped Albarn's shoulder with his palm, causing him to yelp and made him boomerang his attention. The instant Spirit wanted to snap back at him was the same second he realized he couldn't.

Despite his cruelty, Death Scythe didn't have to explain himself; Stein knew these attacks to have their moments of cloudy deception before becoming full-blown hail storms, and it was very clear a torrential downpour had commenced within his weapon partner's skull. It was worse than "bad," and the peak wasn't on the radar yet.

It helped, too, that Stein dealt with his own share of migraines, he just had different ways of coping with it.

"Spirit," Stein whispered impossibly quiet to stir Albarn's eyes open to see him sign. Can you sit up?

A beat, and a slight dilation in his pupils told his partner a sincere, "I'll try." He let out a weak exhale with the intention of trying to move, but his arms shook as he attempted to shift his elbows underneath himself in ultra-slow motion. Franken re-adjusted to kneel to help guide him, but gauged Spirit's pain by what he was able to do on his own before moving in to help. Not even lifting his shoulders off the floor, he collapsed back into the tile in defeat.

"Death, how did you even get in here?" Stein muttered mostly to himself, but Albarn's eyes started to water and his chest convulsed with a single choked sob; from pain or otherwise, he had to keep from crying at all costs, but his gaze remained magnetized to the underside of the work tables. Franken followed his trajectory and was immediately familiar with the desk space. Was this where he always hid, afterall?

He should have guessed sooner.

The lecture halls weren't the worst place to find sanctuary, either: The floors were cold and the rows of tiered desks made for thick shadows; most of the rooms didn't receive re-entering visitors late in the afternoon, and some of the wings of hallways were dead-quiet. Between the walls of podiums, all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat and the blood in your ears.

"Alright," Stein half-sighed in an attempt to stay cordial. I'll be right back.

In a sudden panic, Spirit reached for the professor’s wrist as fast as he could allow himself. His fingers were hot on contact. The sheer heat took Stein by a genuine rising concern and he brought the back of his hand to Spirit's cheek. He shifted his position so that his left palm cupped Spirit's face on one side and the back of his right hand was to his forehead, his glasses slipped downward so he could look his patient in the eyes without a shield in between them. Stein’s hands were cool and soothing and agonizing, all the same, and it was known as the weapon twitched.

"Spirit, are you hallucinating?" His personal curiousness was more prevalent than he intended, but he was certain, too, his growing worry was cutting right through the interpretation.

Albarn couldn't even nod, but met his meister's fingers again in confirmation.

"Okay," Stein concluded, "I'm going to get you out of here. But you have to trust me. Can you do that?"

A pang in Spirit’s chest at the question coursed the migraine through his body like a pulse. Stein's hushed voice was grating through his skull, but the question stung more: Could he trust him? How dare he even ask.

Death Scythe held eye contact and squeezed Franken's hand.

Stein removed his palm delicately like picking up rose petals, though the moment their skin separated, the meister took to his feet with remarkable haste and descended the stairs as light-footed as possible, disappearing out to the hall. Spirit watched dust and dragons and birds and nerves swim in the dim dark of his blurring vision until it was too tiring to pay attention. Alone now, he tried again to crowbar his elbows underneath his weight, groaning involuntarily to counter against the pain; every movement he made was astoundingly lagged, and what normally would have taken just few seconds felt like eternity until he was sideways-slumped with half his shoulder against the wall. His ears were ringing.

"Deep breaths," he heard a repeated muttering as the room spun. Spirit couldn't keep his eyes open without feeling like he'd fall through the floor, catching himself on the heel of his hand, his hair draping over his now cold-sweat-beaded countenance.

"Deep breaths," Stein's voice cut through the air intentionally as Spirit was going pale in the face. He paced over from out of nowhere and met his weapon on his knees again. A frigid hand met the side of his neck gently.

"Don't push it."

Spirit wasn't sure what was Stein speaking or his wishful imagination.

Sit back. He guided him by the neck and the elbow to be propped up straight against the wall. Stein gracefully laid out a briefcase he had returned with and slipped on some blue nitrile gloves, adjusting his partner's arm to fold and roll up his sleeve.

"I'mgoinna throw up."

Stein chuffed. "No, you're not." He dipped his head so his next remark was unavoidable. Maka would be so angry if you vomited at her desk. He half-jested, but it was clear Spirit couldn't focus enough to comprehend what he had said. Swiftly, the professor tied a tourniquet to Albarn's bicep and reached into his pocket in response to the disorientation.

"This is going to hurt," he warned, but didn't give the time to react as he shone a flashlight pen into Spirit's eyes, pressing his brow with his other thumb. The weapon jerked instinctually but couldn't escape Stein's firm grasp--the light was like darts straight to his brain--and couldn't help the vulnerable hiss in response.

"It may not be good news to you right now, but you're not dying," the doctor whispered. He prepared the limp arm in front of him with a sterilized wipe. Death Scythe didn't even think to ask what he was about to give him.

"Where'd’you get this empathy?" Spirit slurred.

Stein practically ignored the question with the worst cop-out joke-answer given who it was directed to. "I have a stethoscope for a reason."

"Mm." He amused. Funny.

Franken held a vial upside down and filled a syringe skillfully, tapping it first before bracketing a vein with his fingers.

"An anti-nausea. We'll start there so I can get you out of here."

"I could kiss you."

"I'm sure you would."

Stein untied the band and put things away into the case, items of gauze and the like trading between his hands as he finished wrapping the injection point. He snapped his gloves off and brought cold knuckles to Spirit's forehead once more.

"Is that painful?"

Albarn just pressed into the gesture hoping that his partner would read his mind in putting both hands to his temples or soft fingertips to his eyes. Stein's hands were always freezing.

"Why here?" The meister asked. He could guess and confidently conclude the front of the answer, but there was a fragment missing. Maybe it was the illogic of sentimentality that yet again confused him.

Spirit didn’t reply with anything more than the world’s most minute headshake.

Some other time. Can you stand?

The hesitation was expected, and, like a corpse, Spirit brought a lax arm to Stein’s shoulder, exhaling slowly and thoughtfully. Franken was startled to find himself surprised.

“You want to do it in one go?” He searched Spirit’s eyes, who was evading the exchange. The question was rhetorical but the pause was deliberate.

“Yeah, just…” He trailed, the vibrations of his own voice in his throat made him feel sick. “Take it easy.”

Stein didn’t give a countdown and hoisted Albarn’s deadweight up to his feet.

“Fucking hell, Franken…” Spirit panicked to steady himself by gripping the front of his meister’s coat in his free hand, the tension in his fingers like lead, unintentionally leaning his head into Stein’s chest both out of imbalance and child-like instinct to seek solace. Fortunately for them both, the professor was fortified.

Stein stalled, dreading yet another polite rhetorical question cut with humor. “Are you going to make it?”

He huffed. “Yeah, yeah, just… Yeah.”

Spirit let himself out of his partner’s grip, but held onto his sleeve for guidance and reassurance, though–slowly trudging halfway down the stairs–he eventually returned his balance on Stein’s shoulder. At the bottom of the steps was a wheelchair from the dispensary.

“Oh, come on, Stein, really–”

“Where do you think we’re going?” He cut him off.

“Home, I’d hope,” Death Scythe started when a wave of vertigo overcame him and he tightened his grip.

“Figures you would assume that and decline this.” The meister dizzily turned close into Spirit to disarm and unbalance him, bracing him by forearms to help him sit. “I know how you’re having to think about breathing, much less walking. Let go of your pride and let me help you.” He slipped off his lab coat, and handed it to him before he got a chance to shield his face from the orange-yellow light shining through the frosted window in the classroom door.

“For your eyes. It’s golden hour.”

All so quickly humbled and surprised, Spirit’s overactive nerves allowed him to feel for once just how soft the fabric was bunched in his grasp. He looked up to meet his partner’s face, but he had already circled around to push him.

“Thank you, Stein.”

As the doctor propped open the door, Albarn was fast to actualize how brutal the setting sun was through the hallway windows and didn’t give a second thought to burying his face into the coat, the smell of smoke, menthol, and bleach piercing axes into his skull. It was a battle of wits against smoke and light. Somewhere in the mix was the comforting scent of bergamot he opted to devote all of his attention to, every single breath focused and deliberate to keep from thinking about the dizzying displacement of the rolling chair. Soon he heard another door open and Stein speak.

“Stay there. I’ll draw the curtains.”

Given the short time elapsed, Spirit could accurately guess they were in the infirmary now. A few moments, and the coat was being tugged at.

Stein’s irises had an eerie reflecting glow from the parallel paned door that highlighted them in the dark and he gestured to invite Albarn to the hospital cot. He flipped the brake on and took Franken’s hand who once again moved to catch and support his weight after it unpredictably faltered out from under him once more. Lying back was pure agony, but Spirit had started to bank on hoping it would be all over soon at the whim of Franken Stein.

The professor toed a wheeled stool over to the bed while stretching new gloves over his hands and preparing an I.V. stand. He cleared his throat pushing a tray of supplies closer and getting comfortable on the seat, but Spirit was starting to have a hard time holding onto the details again. He tried to ground himself by making more conversation no matter how much it hurt.

“What were you doing here so late?”

The same as you. He took a second to sign, concentrating as he tied another tourniquet before starting to prepare the line. “Looking to find someone.”

“...We’re not so great at communicating, are we?”

Stein hummed flatly. “It’s a learned trait.” His tone and expression was not forgiving this time in being unreadable. Normally there would be a forced leniency, a sharp look, a twitch on his lips, but he did not humor being polite in that instance.

The pinch in Albarn’s arm was magnified by his current position and he couldn’t help but clutch what he realized was still Stein’s coat across his waist. The reminder was comforting and fought against the fact of the matter.

Despite all of his acknowledgement and reservation, the honesty being skirted around irked Stein.

"You can't let it get this bad." He said, flushing saline.

“You’re annoyed a migraine got the best of me?”

“I’m frustrated knowing you would have expected something different of me if I were in your position. I mean, what was your plan? I’ve known your attacks to go on for days, were you just going to stay there until someone found you, or were you waiting to stumble home and risk having a seizure on the street?”

“I’ve never–”

“It’s the principle, Death Scythe.” It was then Spirit’s eyes started to water, heart pounding in his ribcage.

Stein forced a sigh, understanding all the moving parts of the variables at play, what selection of words in what tone with what timing and cadence would result in what reactions. It wasn’t his inherent intention to make Spirit upset, but he did want him to listen. They held a moment of quiet as the completed I.V. cocktail started to drip.

“Punishing yourself instead of facing the people you love isn’t charming. You can call for me, regardless of your expectations of other people. We are too old to stay so stubborn.”

Spirit took pause, then noted a different detail. “This sounds familiar…”

“It’s all learned traits.” He repeated.

“What we learn doesn’t define us?”

“What we learn shapes our perspective. What we refuse to learn determines our experience. We can’t reduce each other to a set of influences. We are not the product of anything, it’s all behaviorism.”

Spirit was almost heartbroken by Stein’s ranting, but the panging in his head started to ease. The flashes of color in his vision were fading and the shadows seemed to be retreating rather than running inward.

“If that’s how you want to see this.”

He put out his hand and Stein didn’t hesitate to comfort it.

(Further notes on AO3.)

#soul eater fanfiction #my fanfic #my fanfiction #soul eater #spiritstein #franken stein #spirit albarn #soul eater spirit #soul eater fanfic #my art #soul eater fanart #stein #professor stein #professor franken stein #dr. stein #dr. franken stein #steinspirit #spirit x stein #stein x spirit

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fellowshipofthenoodles · 10 months ago

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So Toodles the cat doesn’t technically belong to us, she’s apparently got a house with a neighbour down the road but that neighbour got dogs and now she doesn’t really go there anymore.

We think she’s pretty old - she’s got that skrungly look of a cat that been around a while, and while she’s looking better these days (mostly because we’re actually looking after her) she’s got some stuff going on with the fur around her mouth where she’s possibly got tooth problems and drools a bunch

So Star’s reached out to a local rescue to ask what we can do, cause we’re worried about her. She’s an outdoor cat, until we started feeding her she was quite literally skin and bones (we have accidentally over done it and now she’s mildly chunky, we’re resolving that lol) and there’s clearly other stuff going on. The rescue is going to come and take her, check if she’s microchipped, check what’s going on with her teeth, and then probably bring her back to us (especially if she isn’t microchipped). Rescue seems very keen on us having her, which is excellent. (Rescue has also learned that we keep reptiles and is like “hey would you mind helping out with some random guy’s iguana while he’s on holiday, it’s a paid job”)

The cat distribution system strikes again?

#it’s 5am I’m tired so this is rambling

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captainbasch · 6 months ago

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i will never get over UkitakexShunsui so my subconscious brain made these two up the other night. The white haired man was like literally just a bleach captain knock off because he was the captain of some monster hunting troop? and it was like some epic end of the world kind of battle. Skrungly one showed up and White hair was like "Absolutely do not do the thing until we have no other choice." referring to an entity that is sealed away in mr.skrungly's body. It was like reverse Uki/Shun and i was like u v u <333 LOL anyway had to draw them because I can't seem to do anything other than draw heads and very slowly practice anatomy these days.

#like i haven't found it it me to do anything else but sketches :(#i want to practice coloring but that involves actually planning a piece out and my brain says NOPE only sketch >:(#oh well.....being creative comes in and goes in waves so hopefully i'll get back into something sooner than later

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sandyferal · 2 years ago

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My favorite Spot stuff from the comics (mostly) out of context

So like. He seems to have always been a bit skrungly. Like a bit blorbo. I love him.

#the spot #jonathan ohnn #marvel #Spider-Man

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ms-scarletwings · 1 year ago

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I am sorry to bother you but I have to say, I feel Dib got treated too harshly most of the time. It's the point of the story yes but at times it just feels flat out sadistic for no reason.

It's why the Gargantis Array comic storyline sucks to me, it was just two issues of buildup to make Dib a gross fat joke and humiliate him across space. Jhonen just really seems to love torturing Dib more than anyone and it's rarely even deserved.

Oh, this is the opposite of a bother, friendo!

I actually have a lot of reading to still do on the topic of the comics. I’m woefully only really up to good knowledge about issues 46-49 and a lot of bits of pieces otherwise. If what you’re saying rings true, that is sad to hear, but pretty interesting still. I’ve always in the back of my head been a little afraid that Dib’s karma could be flanderized to the point of making him a butt monkey. Especially when we all know that’s supposed to be Skoodge’s job! (waka waka)

As for the show, honestly? I think they managed the balance just fine. It’s not so much that the show was specifically cruel to him, but that sadism broadly was one of its central themes and there were no efforts made to exclude Dib from that. And why should they have? He’s not an innocent woobie, and in fact is actually in the seat of a very ambitious antagonist against the real main character’s goals. Arbitrary events of misfortune and pain were the bread and butter of the series back then, and almost no one was spared. Jhonen (who cameoed himself in the show just to choke on a fish and die for a joke) also from what I hear injected a lot of his own qualities into Dib, so I imagine it probably IS very entertaining to him to give the boy the works.

From what I have seen of the comics, that looks like a much finer line to tow. And this more of an off the cuff ramble, but you know what I think??? I think they made Dib a touch way too sympathetic actually. There’s so much more focus on just him and Zim’s side antics, and the more time you take Dib off world and away from the rest of the Earth side characters, the fewer reminders they give you about how many of his problems are majorly self inflicted and how much of a disturbance he can be to society. And, for better or worse, a less dark overall tone in the comics means that the moments of overtly black comedy are going to stand out a little more against the modernized background by contrast.

And there’s another elephant in the room that kind of gets to me, personally. As well as I can put it well, the art style change kind of really affects the lens he can be viewed through. Maybe more than most people want to admit. And I’m not dissing the rounded down, brightened up change, it’s not a better or worse direction from the show… but it is a different one with different strengths and weaknesses.

Like, look at Dib’s early season model sheets for a base of reference.

Now compare him alongside the comic and Florpus interpretation of Dib Membrane. OBVS I am simplifying a ton here, there’s a ton of room for more range than these examples.

I’m not here to say he’s a better or worse Dib visually, he’s still Dib to me! But is notable how comic Dib actually breaks a ton of the “rules” of what kind of character they wanted Dib to be. To put it one way, they sanded down some of his edges and he’s not as apparently “skrungly” as he used to be.

What I like about the change is that it actually gives the better impression of him actually being the lil dorkass kid he’s always been. He’s got a slight aesthetic shift that shows off his unique interests and it definitely sets him apart from Zim, who actually retained most of his own show design. He’s still got some funny lookin’ qualities and he’s so much more endearing

One of the downsides of all that, however, is probably that he’s so damn endearing and as a default.

I dunno if you ever watched Little Shop of Horrors, amazing musical btw, but, it’s supposed to have this whole tragic ending where the main character’s, Seymour’s, long chain of mistakes catch up with him and he meets his demise. In the movie, they casted Rick Moranis for the character, and he played such a puppy-eyed, adorkable Seymour that it made audiences suddenly too bummed out to even appreciate the dark ending. They hated it so much that the crew actually just changed the ending completely so that Seymour gets a consequence-free happy ending with everything he ever wanted. Even though he’s literally a serial murderer of sorts. You were always supposed to feel for him, but not to the point where watching him fail just makes you feel horrible.

I think Dib works kinda like that on a meta level.

If there’s any ruling on what goes over that invisible line when it comes to handling his character, I think Florpus Gaz nailed it right on the head. Dib is never supposed to just utterly break under the weight of his world. Can he sometimes crack? Yeah totally, especially in the “brink of madness” sense. Or if it’s funny. The golden rule is not to give him more than he can handle, and Dib CAN handle a lot of bullshit. He may be a frustrated lil squirt but he’s been at this for a very long time, and it’s hype af watching how he’s not slowing down even in the face of that. Dib and Zim’s biggest POSITIVE shared trait is the strength of their spirits against a world that is ultimately callous and cruel at every turn to them.

Every second you write Dib where he’s wallowing in despair or feeling sorry for himself is a second you come closer to that line and it’s what you need to dish out in wary moderation.

So I guess the TL:DR of what i think I’m getting at here is… it’s all about perspective.

But I really should read more of the comics.

#invader zim #iz #dib membrane #iz dib #iz analysis #answering asks #woah I finally have asks?!?#🥹#scarlet talks about things

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cybertron-after-dark · 11 months ago

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hmmm 🍳 brunch and or 🤍 fav obscure characterrr?

I'd have brunch with tfa bulkhead, he just seems like I'd enjoy talking to him, he is such a sweet fella and I could talk to him about art 💚🩶💚🩶

As for obscure face that's going right to BW skorponok. He was genetically engineered in a lab to be a skrungly meow meow but nobody talks about him and that makes me so sad 😔 His megatron simping plus loveable goon energy makes him feel like a proto-lugnut 💖💖💖 Literally the impromptu therapy session in the Predacon rhinox episode where he was breaking down with the big puppy eyes sold me on him and then they went and killed him off. Fucking heartbreaking.

#maccadam #transformers #beast wars #tfa #ask game

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zdux · 1 year ago

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League headcanon idea: the Morally Corrupt Skrunglies™ (aatrox, kayn, sett, sylas, viego, vladimir, yasuo/yone, etc.) Working at a host club/maid cafe

Bestie.... This is so horny you were so not kidding that you unhinged. I see you there, bribing me with Aatrox,,, and I'll take the bait.

Aatrox

Why is he here

This man is a physical embodiment of evil who's soul is a giant fucking sword

But yanno what in this economy, being a demonic sword just doesn't pay like it used to, huh

He will NOT be found in your like, traditional host cafe, he's going to the most like, 2009 black butler emo one he can find

...which of course ends up being the one the rest of these shit heads end up because not a single one of them knows how to stop being edgy for more than 5 minutes

He is annoyed to find Sett as the head host/manager, but at least he lets him wear basically whatever he wants. Which results in this being his regular fit. (See below)

He is,, very surprised when a certain *ahem* group, who shares a passion for uh,, yanno,, ;) ends up finding him

He actually becomes quite popular, especially with his thick, german - European accent. (Idk man it sounded German to me)

Kayn + Rhaast

Ah yes, the pretty boy

Like we said, being a demonic weapon just doesn't pay these days

Kayn has been working here as sort of a side hussle, just putting those good looks of his to use

He and Sett are buddies of course, so unlike most of the hosts who are put on pretty regular schedules, Kayn has it worked out where he can just come and go when he needs, as he has to manage not only his life, but Rhaast's too. He gives me double major college student vibes.

He's actually kind of a sweetie, like, he looks very very mean, and can be, but when he's hosting, it's up to the customer if they want him to just hang out and chill or put on the "bad boy" vibes

Sett

The cat boy host himself!

Dear lord was he popular because of tiktok, this man made BANK

He puts on a very friendly "Hello, welcome, ;)" sort of vibe where he seems very open and welcoming, but obviously it's Sett, he does what he wants

He is so not afraid to have a customer removed if they are treating someone poorly. He doesn't want the hosts catching shit for it but he will totally grab someone by the back of their shirt and throw them out

Has the cafe organized by like "soft boy ----> emo" as you walk through.

But it doesn't matter a lot since most of the hosts are in the "emo" section

Wears basically this but with a little name tag

I literally haven't worked on this in over a year, it's dated May 4th, 2022. I doubt I'm going to finish it, at least not on this post because it's just been sitting in my drafts for so long, so fuck it, I'm posting it, and MAYBE if I feel like doing the rest of them I will. But for now: here.

#aatrox #sett lol #sett league of legends #kayn lol #kayn league of legends #rhaast #rhaast lol #rhaast league of legends #host club #headcannons #league of legends #lol headcanons #league of legends headcannons #zdux writes #zdux

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flinkelinks · 1 year ago

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a d12 list of dnd BBEGs to never use in your campaigns

Pete the Scrollopede, a remorhaz wizard that gives its minions powerful spell scrolls to use in combat

The House at the End of the Street, a haunted house avatar of a great old one with ever-changing labyrinthine dungeons in its basement stretching out as underground passages for its cult of architects driven mad by its shape

An innocent-seeming innkeeper who pulls strings by telling adventurers rumors, true and false, to get them to do their dirty work

Dread Lord Treasure the Horde Keeper, an intelligent half-dragon mimic that ate the people who slew the dragon whose horde the mimic lived in. It has now taken over the dragon’s lair and minions

Conjoined ettin twins/quadruplets? The body has four heads. Each giant secretly built a different elemental temple while its three siblings were asleep, and evil elementals are now emerging from all four temples

Ettersteel, a sentient poisonous sword made of magically enhanced lead. It poisons the minds of its wielders and it is taking control of the city by getting lead added to everything from water pipes, cutlery, and drinking vessels to dyes, potions, and make-up

The Prince Maker, a talking frog that controls who is and isn’t royalty in the kingdom

Sir Vhant, kobold bard, the guild master of the guild for dungeon guards and henchmen. He has banned dragons, warlords, and evil wizards from employing minions until their lairs comply with all formal dungeon regulations. The minions are now coordinating to do evil independently of their former masters, and far more efficiently

Blimbys the Skrungly, a blue dragon whose evil machinations have gone unchecked because of its name that no adventurer or potential quest giver has taken seriously yet

The Strangler, a sphinx that has had it with guarding the same boring location and giving the same children’s riddles to every hero passing through. It has freed other stationary monsters from their dungeons and recruited them

Nargog the Eyeless, a blind beholder that has exceptional control of its own dreams, thus able to warp reality around its sleeping self to its whim. It can also enter the dreams of others

Flutterfax, once a pegasus with fragile butterfly wings, now a powerful nightmare that can only be defeated/returned to its former self by giving it new wings

#dnd #dnd ideas #dungeons and dragons #ella's homebrew #rpg ideas #some of these are great but that’s why I’m not calling it ‘d12 list of bad big bads’

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i-post-your-cats · 10 months ago

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My skrungly little fluff brother, Baboo!

He's a little fluffy guy who loves tummy pets and constantly kneads on my blankets.

He like to watch YouTube with me, haha.

Wow, what a fluffy guy!! Baboo seems to really enjoy making blanket biscuits as well!! A solid 10/10!!

#cat posted #fabulous feline #silly kitty #baboo's blanket biscuits

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toonilumi · 2 years ago

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i am somehow both annette and devonne at the exact same time. they are now my skrunglys. love themed characters always seem to be right up my ally

also other (odd) question. what would annette and devonne see in a partner? i say this bc it would be real funny if their idea for an ideal partner is very different from their main ship candidates (rocky, viktor, and cogsworth for annette. wesley for devonne)

Annette doesnt really know her own type. i do (its people who never shut up) but she doesnt really know what her type is, everytime she tries to dissect it she overthinks and quits. even then she doesn't really mind.

devonne is in a similar boat, but also its just something they dont really think about. he knows they dont like women in that way but thats about it. devonne just rolls with whatever comes at em.

#not lumi art #also should i start tagging character specific asks?#i feel like i should #im going to #devonne toussaint #annette lubahn

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fried-trash · 1 year ago

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Let me hear your headcanons on graham

I need to know

So like, a lot of them are actually kinda silly because he's the one skrungly that I decided doesn't need to suffer.

He seems like he'd like space, so I decided that if it's mentioned in any capacity he will just ramble about it for hours at a time, and somehow not start repeating himself

ALSO YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME THAT HE DOESN'T WEAR HEELYS

Also the mechanical bits of his body having rgb lighting? hell yeah, and the colors even correspond with different emotions.

one of my favorite little ones though that I never really talk about is the paint on his fingertips getting scraped off from playing guitar constantly

I also have some other little things I can't really describe properly like his ear piercings so here's the only art of that I have too!

I also headcanon him as trans but that's just because I myself am trans and really like to project onto characters I get super attached to, and graham is just everything I want to be when I finally do have the time and means of going through everything

#trash asks #headcanon posting #I'm so normal about him

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moved-to-cinnamon-phrog · 2 years ago

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001 FOR THR ASK THING I NEED TO KNOW

Here have this incoherent ramble <333

Favorite character: DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE! AAAAAAAAAA

When I first got into it I really liked Duck, then I grew to really like Yellow, but now… I can’t choose no matter the situation. They’re all my lovely skrungly gremlins, I love them equally, yet in… different ways? Same love, but… different reasons.

Least Favorite character: …………………..the larvae creature from webseries 3. Real ones will get it.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

********DEEPLY INHALES********

Well. You know I don’t… se the characters the same ways that you do. Of course, specifically Yellow and his age. And I deeply respect you for your views, as well as your ships.

I… I quite like fluffybird. It’s nice, ‘classic’. It realy got me into the fandom and I fiit funny. Red and Duck are like those two friends where they both get up to mad shit when unattended together. Old man yells at old man. Wonderful. Noit much can be said that hasn’t been said already, really. And also, along with that, lately I’ve really been liking….. imma call it rubberduck.

Kind of fruity to longingly look at a picture of your dead mate, hand on your heart, while sitting on his bed and singing longingly about your old life together. Kinda fruity to wear his overcoat and be so grief-stricken that you grab a shovel to dig him up.

Third, uh…. LOVEBUG! I’m as sucker for LoveBug because realistically Warren could NOT pull Shrignold but it’s funny to imagine the most homophobic little insect falling for the grossest ickiest boy ever and believing him to be a miracle sent from Malcolm himself.

…………………………………………I’m also a PaperWiresandClockwork enthusiast because I believe in ‘make love, not war’. I don’t like seeing people fight over Padlock and DigitalTime, it’s kind of…. Uncomfortable? Especially when genders are brought up. From my own pansexual perspective I see no problem why Tony shouldn’t be with either of them. Unless he’s related to one or one was actually a child, which isn’t likely. Also TimeChild is their son <3 he has his Clock Dad’s posh accent, his Computer Dad’s technological advancement, and his Paper Mum’s creativity.

Fifth….. Lesley and Roy. I like the idea of them being bitter eldritch divorces fighting over the custody of their creations [and son], but I also like their Padlock-esque darkness, where they beat the shit out of eachother and end up fine a second later.

Character I find most attractive: ………again, Christ, don’t make me choose between these cringefail grimy loser men……. With their stupid cute mullet and old man twead dress sense and a literal nudist.

Character I would marry: ………….there’s three of them…………… I can have three wives…………. Wow…………………….

Character I would be best friends with: Hmm… Sketchbook. She seems really chill in comparison to the other teachers and I think I’d get along with them. Also Grampa Chooch [my name for Transport Guy]. Because he’s funny. But in all honesty I want to be friends with all of them because they’re all so dear to my heart <3

A random thought: Yum yum yum

An unpopular opinion: uh…………………… creativity is creativity, as long as it’s not illegal or would be deemed illegal if it was real.

My Canon OTP: 1920 [Roy and Lesley’s shipname, which I like a lot so props to whoever came up with it]

My Non-canon OTP: ………..FluffyBird has not been officially confirmed, it is basically confirmed but not properly. Also RubberDuck.

Most Badass Character: Duck. I don’t even need to explain he’s just so slay. The serve. Go girl give us nothing.

Most Epic Villain: Lesley. Sorry Roy but she is absolutely serving in that outfit. The reveal. The absolute glamour.

Pairing I am not a fan of: uh………. I’m pretty chill with it. I’m even chill with Claire. I’m just not fond of incestuous/predatory ships. At all. In fact they can go into the greasefire.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): …no one? They’re all done pretty well to me, there’s not much to add here.

Favourite Friendship: Red and Yellow. Despite me literally F/O-ing the Three of Them, I like Yellow and Red being friends to each other, friends so tight they share a love. Slay.

Character I most identify with: …the reason I love the three is how deeply I relate to all, but all in different ways.

Red because of his deep need to find others ‘like him’, but when he does… they end up not liking him. As a foster child, who never knew much of my own family at all, but then meeting my dad’s side it just… it gets me in the gut every time.

With Duck, it’s the annoyance. I can be annoying, I can awfully blunt, and unknowingly mean without ever even knowing it.

With Yellow… it’s the constant bashing he gets for being him and for accidental mishaps. He just wants to create, be it music or paintings, but nobody wants to let him flourish, they won’t let him think. Sometimes it hurts when I try to think, when it’s too loud or I’m overstimulated.

Character I wish I could be: OATS. REAL ONES’LL GET IT.

#dhmis #dontt hug me im scared #don't hug me i'm scared

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