#idea I had ages ago

[dickgraysonmybeloved]

Duke, sitting on a large red bean bag with an assortment of pillows, he’s talking to a camera placed in front of him, brightly: It’s all going really well! Everyone’s really nice!

-cut-

Dick, standing in the middle of the kitchen with an empty bowl, cereal spilled on the floor, sobbing and clutching his chest:

-cut-

Cass, dancing. She’s stunning, she is the moment, she is flawless- and she spins into the mirror, cracking it down the centre. She stumbles back and starts frantically signing at the mirror in obvious anger. The camera filming her starts shaking:

-cut-

Tim standing in the middle of a gala filmed by some party goer, his eyes are shut and he seems to be asleep apart from the fact he is in perfect posture and is scowling. An unidentified reporter is speaking to him and jotting down notes despite the fact Tim’s mouth is shut and he is certainly not speaking:

-cut-

Unknown male roughly 19-24 with a white streak in his hair carefully, and with the upmost grace of a 16th century royal, removing photos from a hallway and replacing them with images of shrek:

-cut-

Duke, still grinning at the camera, for some reason there is now glitter on the wall behind him. It seems to be moving. His grin is now too wide for his face and oh gods the teeth: Wouldn’t change any thing, absolutely no complaints!

[madeline-kahn]

✨Chappell Choreography ✨

happy birthday @queenoftherodeoo!

[cinematicnomad]

THE TERROR ▸ every mention of "close"

[cruximee]

Repost cause my other post didn't show up :/

[aceofturtles]

Spaghetti and Chorb

Chorb, resting in a bed of spaghetti. Ah, the dream.

Hey @that-trans-autistic-guy, here's another one for the chorbwin master post. Please enjoy! <3

[ricky-mortis]

I think Dakkar should play that organ while they’re on the Nautilus.

[ragingadhd]

zelink shitposting

[ygodmyy20]

"My beautiful star."

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I've been thinking a lot about Leonarda's not-death ever since it happened back in April.

("What death?" you might ask, to which I say: "EXACTLY!")

Back in mid-April, Vegetta and Leonarda were mining together in a one-block wide tunnel. A mob (a Petriman) got between the two of them, and Vegetta told Leonarda to step back while he took care of it. At this point, they'd spent enough time together that he trusted Leo to listen to him.

Instead, she was killed by the same sweeping edge bug that killed her siblings.

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Vegetta's reaction here is what's really interesting to me. Unlike most other parents on the Island, there are no shouts or tears – only a very brief "Hmm" and then silence. He very quietly takes stock of the situation, saying "Vegetta, no" and wondering aloud why Leo didn't defend herself. In chat, Foolish says "It was a bug, right? LAG" to which Vegetta slowly responds "Yes, lag. Bug." (Despite this, Foolish still asks "WHAT HAPPENED" in chat, though Vegetta doesn't reply).

Instead, he creates a slightly wider space in the tunnel where Leo's body is. He continues quietly taking stock of the situation, wondering why Leo didn't defend herself (which is what necessitated his intervention). She'd been lagging a lot that day, and he figures that must be the cause, and eventually when Leo re-appears out of thin air in the middle of the cave and collects her stuff, she confirms that the lag got to her and that's why she didn't fight the mob.

Now here's where things get interesting:

Vegetta checks the tab list. Online, it's just him, Leonarda, Roier, and Foolish. He quietly tells Leonarda "The body has already disappeared, and without a body, there is no crime. Nothing is happening. Did you die?" Leo shakes her head, and Vegetta shakes his head too, and in the kind voice he uses sometimes with Leo, he says: "I believe you have not died. Where is the body? It isn't anywhere, no mija. If it was a mistake, it was a mistake."

Leo says: "I saw Diosito (God) pa, and I was scared. God, what am I doing here?" and Vegetta laughs, telling her it's alright. Leo says "No pasa nada (don't worry / nothing happened)" and Vegetta says: "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." To Foolish and Roier, he messages: "Secreto."

And the funniest thing about this is it worked.

Not a single person spoke about it. I saw this entire event go down live and I didn't see a WHISPER of what transpired among fans. I can't even remember if the QSMP official accounts talked about it (they sure didn't mention it in Vegetta's recap of the day). We could discuss this in meta terms of course– Leo was having known lag issues that day, Vegetta's beloved by the admins so of course they're willing to turn a blind eye rather than slap a "?" over Leonarda's life on the Eggstatistics, but meta talk isn't what I'm interested in here.

I'm interested in q!Vegetta, the weird "god-adjacent" aura he's got, and the way the universe bends to his will.

Before he took a break from the server, Rubius seemed to be a caretaker for the Eggs who died (for example, he was present when Maxo, Quackity, and Mariana & Slime said their final goodbyes to Trumpet, Tilin, and JuanaFlippa). Because of his role as an "angel" and some of his dialogue during the early days of the server, it's not a stretch to say he probably came to collect any Egg who lost a life. I can imagine he did the same when he saw Leonarda die – that is, until Vegetta said "And the people who are watching us have not seen it either." Realistically, we know Vegetta was saying this to Chat (and possibly the admins as well), but again, we're looking at this from an "in-universe" perspective.

I wonder if Vegetta was aware of Rubius' role, and this was his way of telling Rubius "No. I won't allow that to happen." We know Rubius has a soft-spot for Vegetta (and we also know that Rubius was cast out of heaven several months later) so it makes me wonder if these two instances are connected.

Either way, this isn't the first time the laws of the QSMP universe have bent for Vegetta, and I certainly don't think it'll be the last.

Rubius or no, Leo didn't die that day.

Vegetta made sure of it.

[paragonraptors]

an isabela and merrill i sketched a while ago 

[pyrepostings]

Whumpee doing an escape room as part of its recovery process.

For those who don't know, escape rooms are puzzle rooms you get locked in, and have to find clues around the room to open a series of locks to escape. You get like an hour, and there's a person watching you that will give you hints if you're getting stuck on one puzzle or falling too far behind.

Idk why I didn't make this post yet because the most recent room I did was serial killer themed, and we literally started chained together to the wall. So, now imagine a whumpee doing one of those exposure therapy style.

First time would be easy mode. Lights are brighter, fewer puzzles. The part with the drawer or any cramped space you have to climb into would be skipped over completely. If they do the chain puzzle at all whumpee would hold on to it instead of putting the velcro strap on.

Caretaker and whumpee would run it a few times, then up the difficulty level, rinse and repeat. The exact combinations would be changed but the process would start to become familiar.

Excellent opportunity for your whumpee to have a panic attack, or to feel useless or stupid for needing hints or caretaker's help.

[zundely]

I gotta admit this made me little mad. So yall are aware that explaining the whole methaphisics of your world is a mistake right? Especially when it means "explaining" an entire in game religion in a way that makes it "real" or "fake".

So how is it that when it comes to *check notes* every damn religion except for the christianity expy they did feel a need to explain it and left nothing to the imagination. Why is canonizing the "elven gods were evil colonising slavers" ok but when it's the Girlboss Christian Church it's suddenly off the table to make any definitive statements.

Why can't yall take your own advice sometimes and realise that shutting up can be very valuable part if writing.

[stellafrin]

Anyone else think about the beginning of Act 5 at the end of the Dormont section, why Siffrin shows up at the Clocktower so late, how it happens right after a zoneout?

That entire loop so far he was doing his damnedest to do the Friend Quests and screwing them up horribly. What if after their fight with Loop when they zoned out they went back on Friend Quest autopilot finishing the final part, going out to the field to gaze at the stars with Isabeau, the rest of the Family interrupting them with an impromptu picnic dinner, staying out late before heading back to the Clocktower to sleep for the night before heading to the House

[askchilchuck]

whos your favorite member among the party?

I’d say Namari. We get along really well, and she’s the only one who never treated me like a kid when we first met.

[californiaboytoybilly]

Eddie Munson would like to think that years of hunting monsters had taught him to be incredibly aware of his surroundings.

Over those years, lots of things- both of the human and creepy-crawly variety- had tried to get the jump on him and they always either ended up unconscious, or dead.

However, he must have missed something this time.

Pointed fingertips dig into his throat as his back hit the wall hard, enough to feel the aftershock rattle through his bones. The breath was punched out of him in one smooth whoosh.

His eyes shot to his attacker as he tried to rapidly calculate how to get loose.

“Got you.” The man purred. For the briefest moment, he almost could have passed as human with his golden skin and blue eyes, impossibly big and gleaming in the dim alleyway.

Gleaming like a cat’s eyes.

Not human. Vampire. Fuck.

“I will rip your head from your fucking neck—“ Eddie snarled, kicking out with his loose leg. He might as well have kicked a bag of flour for all the good it did him.

“Oh, I’d really rather you didn’t. I’m pretty fond of his head, especially attached.” A second voice chimed in from the other side of the alleyway, earning a snort from the creature who had him trapped.

“You’d just miss my tongue, sweetheart.” He said without hesitating, lips curling into a grin. His sharp teeth glinted. Eddie felt his panic spike as the other figure started to come into focus. He tried to suck in a breath, the hand on his neck a little too tight.

After everything he’d survived— everything he’d done and learned— he was going to be some vampire couples fuckin’ Happy Meal while they flirted over his cooling corpse.

“Mm, maybe. Now come on, Bils. Stop playing with your food, I want to go home.” The other creature stepped free of the shadows at last, studying his nails like a bored trust fund baby.

No, not nails. Claws.

He was tall, athletic in build and covered in lean bands of muscle. A trail of thick, dark hair disappeared into cut off denim shorts, which in literally any situation where his life wasn’t at stake he might’ve been distracted by. His amber eyes were lazily trained on Eddie and the vampire ‘Bils’ and there was a dog collar- with tags- around his throat.

A werewolf? Eddie’s baffled eyes darted between the two. He’d never seen a vampire and a werewolf in the same space unless they were trying to rip each other into tiny, bloody shreds.

What the fuck?

At least he got to see something new as a send off. Very little surprised him in general anymore.

“But he’s feisty. That’s half the fun, Stevie.” The bloodsucker honest to god pouted as he looked back over his shoulder at his partner, who just sighed.

“I’ll do that thing you li-“ Wolfy started, raising an eyebrow.

“Done. Deal.” That only earned him a bark of laughter in response.

Eddie, who’d been slowly getting his arm closer to the sharp dagger hidden in the holster on his belt, suddenly had the vampire’s full attention back on him.

“It’s a waste though. He’s kind of pretty.” He said, venom-sweet breath washing over Eddie’s face as he leaned in. The other one crossed to where they stood. Eddie flinched as a warm hand skimmed over his shoulder and into his hair, claws leaving a tingling trail in their wake.

“He is…” Stevie agreed, starting to sound a little foggy. Eddie felt the tension drain from his body, against his will. As he felt the sharp scratch of fangs on his throat, he sent a quiet apology to Wayne. Those razor sharp teeth cut his skin like butter, making him yelp out in pain. As ripples of euphoria began to spread from his throat to the rest of his body, he heard one last thing come from the werewolves' mouth. "Maybe we can keep him, if you don't make a complete mess of him anyway." Eddie Munson- from hunter to prized show poodle, he thought sardonically as his brain started to swim. And that's when he lost the battle against unconsciousness.

[calamitoustide]

thinking about everyone finding out about jegulus because James’ boggart is Regulus dying