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ghostsvacuumcleaner · 1 year

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Hello! i was wondering if you could write me a req bc i saw your reqs r open (bc I ✨respectfully✨ suck booty at writing)

basically, reader made friends with Ghost while working together on deployment, and became friends, they hang out sometimes bc they live kinda close, blah blah blah. then, Ghost doesn't hear from reader in months (which isn't normal, bc they text like once a month, just to make sure one another is okay when they can). then, one day, in the middle of a meeting Ghost gets a call from an unfamiliar number and almost ignores it until he sees that the area code is the one reader lives in, so he decides to answer it. boom, guess what? the reader is in the hospital, sustained r/srs injuries, and is in need of emergency surgery, and the reader made Ghost the emergency contact (lets also say they traded dog tags bc fluff?)

homie gets all sad bc Reader might die and is in a mini coma, blah blah blah, realized he r in love w the reader, and uh

you can decide whether or not the reader dies and what happens next

i fr scream YIPEEE when i saw your req open, i adore your writing, like top tear, makes me cry but laugh and scream bc how are you so good?! srs, im so jelly of your writing! okay anyways, hope you have a lovely day, you dont have to do this is you dont want or if im jus a silly fucker and mis read and your reqs r closed or sum

Hellloooo! Thank you SO MUCH for the beautiful compliments and for this request <3 I loved it so much I started writing the day you sent it to me. But since it's very emotionally charged, it took me a little while to finish and I'm sorry bout that, and I rly hope you're still around and eager to read it!!! Well, there it is, my take on ur req, hope you like it.

Take me back (to the night we met) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦Word count: 2.1k ✦ Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley xf!reader ✦Summary: Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk. ✦ TW and general warnings: sensitive topics, lots of angst, fluff though, death implications, open ending, sad af read at ur own risks cuz i'm crying in my room rn;

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

“Johnny and I make our entrances fast. I clear the way, he goes front, three of you get in by the back and we surround the site to get enough space for the hostages to come out. Any questions?” Ghost asks sternly, as is the usual of his tone especially coming down to work. He was being brutally professional at the moment - if there was rather a sign of an existing Simon, it was gone the moment he got inside the briefing room. Silence follows for the next seconds while the crew seems to be pondering over what he said, analyzing the map over the big round table sticking to the center of the room.

As it is expected, no questions. He nods with his head assuming by the silence that they’re all understood.

“Our orders are to neutralize any individual we find on the site whose face doesn’t match with our hostages, which means we do it fast before they get the chance to call for reinforcements. We don’t wanna make a mess out of this.” Price then continues his own talking, marking X’s over the tactic map and giving the next orders to every one of them. It is when Gaz opens his mouth to say something, that Simon’s phone rings for the third time in a row. He curses mentally - he muted his phone the first time; now, it was vibrating in his pocket. Awkwardly, the vibration itself is heard by everyone in the room and they turn their eyes on him almost instantly.

“Hell.” He curses out in a low voice before shaking his head. “My apologies, Captain.” His voice tries its best not to come out too annoyed, but he fails and it does; despite the timing being inconvenient, no one seems to be bothered. Johnny furrows his brows in concern, and looks over at Price, who seems to have the same, perhaps even more intense, look on his face.

Ghost mentions to pull out and turn off his phone once again, but Price is quick to intervene.

“Riley.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Third time in a row; seems like somethin’ serious, get out and pick up.” He states comprehensively.

Despite being slightly reluctant, Ghost agrees - it must be something serious. What, he couldn't come to imagine - but if for a moment in his life he had something close to a hunch, it was now, and it said he should take that call.

“Alright, one minute. Move on without me.” He nods and leaves the room, phone in hand and a worried sigh leaving his nostrils. When the door closes behind him and he walks a bit further down the hallway, he picks up.

“Yes?”

“Is this Lieutenant Simon Riley?” A feminine voice asks from the other side. Sounds in the background, beeps and small, muffled voices.

“Affirmative, who’s this?” He frowns.

“This is from the Special Forces Manchester Hospital, are you familiar with the name- hmm…” She seems to be taking a couple seconds to read, and continues saying your name.

He freezes in place.

How long has it been since he last heard this name? How long has it been since you vanished like thin air, disappeared, stopped calling or answering? Busy. That’s what he thought. Busy with work, busy with anything. The two of you had always been two busy people, in a desperate need for time.

For a moment, in those torturous seconds of silence, Simon found himself praying to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in, that this nurse wouldn't tell him you’re dead.

“Yes.” It’s all he manages to say, with his eyes running down to the ground in a dead stare. Dead eyes. He gulps, after the despair in his chest makes him speak once again, “Why?”

“Well- sir, you’re her emergency number, we’re calling because we couldn’t manage any family members… She’s in a coma. She was severely injured in combat, and [...]”

His heart stops, like it never did before. He doesn't react, his eyes look around as if he's searching for something - as if searching for his own reaction hidden somewhere within that empty hallway. The weight of your dog tag around his neck seems to be suffocating him now.

To his silence, the woman continues.

“[...] it’s… currently sort of impossible to predict her state within the next few days, she’s fighting but struggling lots; can you come over?”

“Yes.” He sharply replies, immediately. His eyes are still on the ground as he closes his eyes, and nods. “I’ll be on my way, yes.”

“Good.” She replies, and he turns off.

For a moment, he stops to breathe; Ghost wipes his hand over his mouth in a somewhat guilty expression, he should have reached for you. He should have reached you the instant he missed you, your calls.

“Hell…” He shuts his eyes for a moment, his heart stings like he’s poisoned, it hurts - some sort of pain he swears to god, he probably never felt before. Not when he lost his training dog, nor when he lost friends before - maybe because there were always a lingering possibility between the two of you. It was nothing but a friendship, never had been - but every word, every phrase was full of underlines of sentiment, an immense desire to reveal his interior and spit out the fears he refused to speak about to anyone else.

It's the possibility that kills him now. Even after all this time, not for a second did you cease to exist in his troubled and saddened mind. Suppressed by all the worries and feelings he thought were more important than you.

Not for a moment did he stop thinking about that pleasant end to his career, the retirement he knew he deserved, a house at least isolated from the rest of the world with trees and streams, the snow falling when winter comes and the sun scorching the land. land when summer finally arrived. You, on the front porch.

You. You.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

You were leaning back on the sofa, your legs stretched out by the small table that marked the space between you and the balcony railing of his apartment.

The rain fell calmly, some thunder, but few drops. The sound of them falling against the roofs of the houses below the level where you were was echoing in your ears, and he seemed busy drawing patterns among the heavy clouds that covered the sky.

He gave up trying to find any stars in that rainy sky and found comfort in finding your eyes instead. They were already watching him, almost expecting him to say something, even though the silence between two of you usually speaks volumes more than words itself; you’ve never been good with them, much less him.

Simon looked down at your dog tag, lying brightly on your bust exposed by the tank top you wore.

“What do you want to do after retiring?” He asked, his voice calm, his eyes almost closed. He took your necklace between his fingers calmly, and watched your shiny name exposed on the icy metal.

“Gotta be honest with you, can’t see myself retiring.” You replied, with your usual brutal honesty - something he particularly always liked so much about you. “What about you?”

You don’t mind him, you allow.

“Don’t know.” He was, too, brutally honest. “Seek fuckin’ forgiveness for my sins before I die and end up in hell, I suppose.”

You laughed.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna die trying to find that, mate.” You admit, raising your eyebrows in another big sip of your beer. “We’re all going to hell… At least we’ll all party there together.” You sounded fun, and your eyes turned into little lines with the genuine smile you let out when noticed that he too laughed at your joke.

“We’re partyin’? Tell me Johnny isn’t going…”

“He’s my first guest.” You laugh harder.

“Thought that’d be me.”

“You hate parties.” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t hate you.”

You silently smiled and looked away.

“Fair enough.”

When it came to the two of you, there was nothing but connotation.

You could spend hours in that apartment alone with him - and you did. Did plenty of times, and yet, among subtle touches and heartfelt conversations, the end would be the same. Not in his bed, not in yours: by the door, with a rueful look and smile on your face.

With a held back hug you never gave, a held back kiss you never allowed and an uncertain goodbye before departing on a mission that could take your or his life.

There was a phone call, once.

He called you late in the night. He was drunk. Too drunk.

“I’m scared.” His voice was low, fluttering, like those cold days he’d be waiting for his dad’s arrival in his bed, under the covers, terrified and alone. “I’m scared. Can- can I see you? Can I come over, please?”

As you hugged him on the couch in your own apartment now - that huge, strong, self-sufficient man collapsing in your lap like a baby in need of comfort, your heart was never right about anything like it was right about loving him. In that moment you knew it, you were fucking lost, taken, desperately in love.

You departed; you gave him your dog tag, he gave you his. A memory, an attempt. Do not forget me, you said. Don’t you dare forget me if I die, Simon Riley.

“I didn’t.”

He looks at you with regret. The devices that help you breathe keep him from seeing you fully, whole - but still behind all those hospital beeps and sounds, you're still as beautiful as the first time he saw you.

He wants to go back to the past. Reverse everything he did, redo it from scratch; the first time he saw you, the first time he felt his heart ache listening to you talk about another man, all the times he repressed his feelings and swore not to love you.

“I want to be with you.” He mutters, his eyes emptily stare down your almost lifeless hand resting over his. “After I retire. I want to be with you.” He says again, closing his eyes, shutting them tight like he’s trying his very best to repress the tears he wants so bad to let fall.

“I fuckin’ need you- I- how did this happen, how did you…” He gasps as the clock ticks, low, the sound of the hands ringing like doomsday inside his head. Every second that passed was one less with you. There are twenty minutes left for you to enter that operating room, and maybe you’ll never leave it again.

His eyes water and his legs give out, he kneels beside the bed, his suppressed voice sounding like a low, painful moan. The cry of a child who lost everything he had; of a confused teenager who would become a soldier, cold, dead inside, incapable of love - who loved you. Who loves you. “I’m scared. I’m scared- I love you.” He’d mutter, praying to all known gods to not take you. Take anything, anything from me; anything but her.

When the doctors came into the room and hurriedly moved your gurney to the ward in a desperate attempt to get your heart working again with the transplant, Simon sat in the waiting room with his face buried in his hands, his legs trembling. and the false hope that you would come back.

That you’ll be on that front porch, resting ever so happily, a bottle of beer in your hand and the dogs running around. He will have gotten rid of the mask and the habit of wearing it and you’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. You’ll be alive.

“God, please.” He mutters. “You’ve taken so much from me, now please, not this.”

He stands up as the doctor calls his name, with his heart on his hand and regret flashing his face off, he just wants another minute with you, another second with you, enough seconds so he can tell you he love you - he had, for most of his life and now, and he will, for the rest of his days with or without you.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #cod ghost #simon riley angst #angst #simon riley

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sillysnack · 1 year

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mmgmhmhmmmmm click for toritsuka and maybe torisai thoughts........ im so sad i dont think i've seen kurumi and reita interact? maybe they did Idk #fake fan 😞 but yeah heres some toritsuka with kurumi and kusuo. kuniharu's at work idk.

i have to tell you all i never really knew where i was going with this. omg.

toritsuka who. i assume hasnt rly met saikis parents and just hears mentions in conversations with saiki. almost every mention comes with a ridiculous (at least, to toritsuka) background. saiki's like "im used to it"– toritsuka's bewildered. sure he's had an unusual upbringing as well, being raised in a temple full of monks, but hearing about saiki's parents... if hes being honest with himself, toritsuka doesnt know what he expected.

one day, toritsuka does meet saiki's mom as he stops by saiki's home, hoping to ask him to hang out. its then that toritsuka gets invited by saiki's mom to stay inside the house and wait for kusuo to get home. toritsuka wonders just how far the apple fell from the tree. saiki's mom is so lively in comparison to her son. eh, it's not really a deal-breaker. toritsuka mentally shudders at the thought of saiki with kurumi's attitude.

as how he makes conversation with everyone, toritsuka introduces himself as a spirit medium. he reveals he has powers, though he comments that it is nothing as impressive as any of saiki's powers. kurumi reassures him that any power is impressive. after all, there are only a few of them who are blessed with such abilities, no?

toritsuka can only nod. he doesn't really feel the sentiment resonate with him.

anyway! kurumi is really glad, though, to have found out that kusuo is friends with someone his age who also has powers. she hopes toritsuka and kusuo stay friends for a long time.

toritsuka nods again. this time, he shares the sentiment. he really hopes he and saiki stay friends for a long time, as well. saiki's his first friend, after all. maybe even the only person he can really call a friend. (toritsuka makes a mental note that he means no offense to aiura, he's just worried they aren't at that point yet.)

kurumi tells toritsuka that she was actually in the middle of making coffee jelly for kusuo. she assumes saiki's probably bought his own on the way home, but nothing beats anything homemade with the special ingredient called a mother's love, right?

toritsuka agrees with kurumi's assumption before revealing his living situation. the two talk for a bit, have a heart-to-heart, before kurumi asks reita if he wants to help out in making the coffee jelly for kusuo.

of course, reita says yes. he figures it would be a fun activity.

finally, kusuo arrives home. he had gone out to run errands on his mothers behalf and is greeted with kurumi's warm acts of affection. naturally, kusuo softens at such gestures. he doesn't really mind the fact that toritsuka could see this more domestic side of him.

although kusuo pretends he didnt just hear toritsuka think he was cute at that moment.

"ah! reita and i made you coffee jelly"

kusuo turns to toritsuka with a slight surprised look on his face. he doesnt even call him by his name. toritsuka rolls his eyes at saiki and tells him to just eat. the coffee jelly is great. he cant believe toritsuka even had a hand in making the sweet treat. he quickly shoots a half-assed apology at reita for even assuming he'd be shit at anything related to making food of any kind. though he assumes its because his mother still helped.

kurumi reveals that reita made a few cups all by himself, including the one kusuo was eating at the moment.

hm.

kusuo and reita lounge in kusuo's room. still, he cannot belueve that toritsuka reita had made such tasty coffee jelly. it's an easy thing to make, but given reita's history with simple tasks...

"i wanted to impress you." reita grins before asking if it worked, to which saiki would reply with an opening to a different conversation topic (cringe)

reita considers it his victory, and even thinks of baking more sweets in the future for kusuo. reita rarely ever cooks for himself, so its surprising to him as well when the thought even crosses his mind. though, as long as kusuo is involved, he isn't surprised with how quick he is to stick to his idea.

kusuo would be the first to taste every one of reita's baking. it is an unspoken agreement between the two of them.

#whaaaaaaa #toritsuka reita #time to bring back #cloud talks a lot #A lot a lot #i was planning on doing a bunch of just dances tonight but toritsuka reita has different plans for me #word vomit #hummmm #torisai

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leclerced · 9 months

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furthermore on carhop reader

she kinda likes the attention so she ends up taking a sunday shift hoping she will see them (she’s convinced herself she will give them her phone number this time) but it’s race day and she finds herself begging whoever works that night to give her ANOTHER shift because the boys haven’t shown up yet and they show up right before close in their fireproofs and she’s like omg you are race car drivers … like the ones who are dating and before lando can stop himself he goes “well hopefully soon we will be racecar drivers dating you.”

AHH hellooooo sorry i was working and put this in my drafts and nearly forgot after i got off work. im assuming this is still u jelly <3 ily this ideas sooooo cute

imagine she begs someone to give her their shift and it doesn't take much bc they'd all love a free night off when they usually don't get one. she'd gradually get a little annoyed as the day goes on and she starts feeling the exhaustion of the long day set in and they haven’t been by yet. it’s the only thing keeping her going through the long shift. she's skating around looking for their car every time she takes an order out, but it's getting close to closing and it's slowed down enough her and the other carhop are taking turns with the orders to even out tips. she’s starting to regret asking to swap shifts when its thirty to close and she hasn’t seen them.

the other carhop happens to be a formula one fan a formula one fan, so all day reader had to listen to them complain ab missing the race as they watched it on their phone and narrated the exciting parts to the whole place, shouting whenever someone did an overtake or whatever. reader was too busy thinking about her boys to notice the similarities in the names. she caught their names when she delivered their last orders, repeating the names lando and oscar for the rest of her shift so she wouldn't forget them, but somehow she doesn't connect the dots when her coworker is shouting that oscar retired and that lando got a podium. then lando and oscar are there and she doesn’t know its them, she doesn’t rly have a way of knowing they’re there unless she happens to take their order out, and this time the other carhop takes their stuff out while she’s entering another order or making drinks. then suddenly the other carhop comes in and freaking out about the two formula one drivers in the drive thru and she’s like, seriously? you call them high performance athletes and they’re eating this shit?

she’s soo making fun of them and joking ab how their trainers are going to punish them, until another order comes thru and she has to pause her jokes to take the order out. she realizes that the formula one drivers she’d been poking fun at are in fact the two boys she’s been waiting on. the two that have been showing up in pajamas every day are now in race suits and grinning like idiots. she recognizes them instantly from the stories her coworker has told and photos she’s been shown, and is seriously disappointed bc theyre dating. she was fairly certain at least one of them was flirting with her, like sonic food kinda sucks, so why would two pretty foreigners come to the same shit hole fast food place in their fancy car when they could definitely afford the fine dining in the city?? because she’s there of course. or that’s what she told herself until she saw them holding hands or one of their hands on the other’s thigh before they noticed her approaching.

she tries not to show the disappointment but they’d notice something is off and ask her whats up and she tries to just say she’s tired from working all day and oscar’s like, “well didn’t you work this late the last few days?” and lando adds, “yeah, we’ve been coming back to see you and you seemed happier yesterday!” and she’s suddenly blushing and doesn’t know what to say because she was right! she was sooo right! but also confused because they’re definitely boyfriends? why are they going out of their way to see her? she’s thinking too hard on it and can’t think of a response. oscar takes her silence as discomfort, and tells lando to stop being weird because now she thinks they’re crazy stalkers. she’d giggle and say its okay, that she knew they weren’t coming for the food but that she doesn’t know why they came for her considering they have each other. lando being soo smooth and saying “you could have us too, if you wanted.” and oscar’s like, “again, lando. coming on too strong. she’s gonna think we’re weird.”

she totally does think they’re a little weird, but in an endearing way, like, two formula one drivers coming in for a midnight snack and thinking she’s so pretty they have to keep going back and spend hundreds of dollars on food they’re going to throw away at the hotel just so she’ll bring it out to them? certainly weird, not something she ever thought would happen to her, but then her shift is over and she’s climbing into their backseat while completely disregarding the critical rule of never getting in a stranger’s car.

her coworker who is a fan watching her shamelessly flirt w them and then get in her car after clearing out her locker and swapping her skates out for shoes, absolutely in shock that those two drivers are the two men reader has been giggling over for days.

#ask #🪼 anon #ln4/op81 #carhop au #tagging it as carhop au bc this is so cute i wanna be able to find it again

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definitelynotshouting · 1 year

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MMMMMMM SPACE AU IS GOING TO MAKE ME BRAINROT ABOUT THE LANGAUCW BARRIERS AAAAAAAAAAAA

thinking about the fucking ✨I n t i m a c y✨ of learning each other’s body languages and routines/habits and slowly falling in love with the more subtle parts of each other rather than through simply getting to know each other. ALSO ALSO ALSO WITH ALIENS!!!!!! I cannot fucking BEGIN to stress the importance of physical touch. Coming from someone who grew up shipping spirk, PHYSICAL TOUCH IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING. The small gestures, learning each other’s cultural and personal boundaries and adjusting to that even if it’s smth small like, avoiding touching direct skin. Showing that they care, and are considerate at the same time. Other things like trying each other’s native foods that they love, or watching the stars in complete silence together. Just UGH, language barriers are so fucking important to me bc it literally leaves them to fall in love with ALL of each other. Not just their upfront personality, or sense of humor, or manner of speaking, but EVERYTHINNGG. GOD IM GOING TO GO INSANE BC OF THIS WAYAGGGHHHHH.

ANON NO JOKE THIS IS SUCH A HUGE REASON WHY I INCORPORATED A LANGUAGE BARRIER INTO THE INITIAL IDEA OF THIS AU. You are SO right for this its about everything you said and also the expression of love to learn someone else's language even imperfectly just so you can communicate with them. Im so ill in the brain abt it like oh my GODS i love space aus that really lean into the cultural differences and cultural exchange of it all

Also anon you will LOVE that fact that glossy and i were talking the other day about the concept in your other ask-- we've determined that Scar and Jellie's species (now officially called Tsabii) has a huge thing about colours. Ive been picturing their planet to have a lot of deserts and warmer climates with only a few extreme cold ones, as well as a lot of underground cave systems, so colour is something very important and traditional to their people. We decided Tsabii actually translates roughly to "spectrum/all colours/all spirits" and is basically their own word for people as a collective. And instead of saying something like "you make me incredibly happy" you'd say something along the lines of "you have bright colours"

Scar, at some point down the line, tells Grian almost offhandedly that he's the "most colourful person [he's] ever seen." Which is like. Probably one of the most smitten and romantic things a Tsabii can ever say to someone else. A bit like saying aishiteru in Japanese. It's not something you'd ever say in public because it's practically verbal pda, incredibly intimate, and basically declaring this person the center of your world and happiness. And Scar just. Says it to him. With perfect, calculated casualness.

Of course Grian doesn't understand the connotations of that. He's out here assuming Scar just really likes the colour red. And ohhhh my gods the fun we've been having turning that concept around, its been making me insane

Anyway tldr; anon u are so right for everything and i am solemnly shaking your hand

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justanother-fan-girl · 3 months

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5x10 Bojack (horseman, obviously)

When most people look back on season 5 they think of the penultimate episode.(5x11). But Episode 11 acts a part 2 two for episode 10. As Schaffrillas retrospective shows us the penultimates are always a severing of a relationship for Bojack. And some keen viewers might notice Diane is pretty fed up with Bojacks shit, and does dump him.

The episode doesn't have the titular F-bomb however The relationship that is being severed is arguably more important than Gina. Diane has been there from the beginning while Gina feels like a "Wanda 2" of sorts.

As the episode begins, were greeted by Bojack dying on the floor. We are prompted to prepare from a dark episode but the show, but the episode seems fairly light lots of comedy and cute-ish gina moments. sure Bojacks drug habits sneak through the comedic aspects but don't they always.

around 8 minutes in to the episode Diane and Bojack bump into each other in the first time in months. But nothing extreme comes out of it. Until Bojack gives a speech about how being a shitty person is okay because were all shitty. Which Is a direct call out to the viewers, but also really shows how this is still the same Bojack who killed Sarah lynn.

After this speech Diane is rightfully upset with Bojack and fighting peruses. And Bojack is a fucking asshole but I assumed they would mend after Bojack came clean about the "escape from L.A" incident. At least on my first watch through , but than Bojack says he suffered more than Sarah lynn and I want to strangle him. I want Diane to Use the seasons F-bomb I want this to be penultimate of season 5.

Diane says she's done with the relationship But Bojack Doesn't seem to care he has severed his last relationship with someone who would actually help him, He is a lost cause.

The scene is followed by Bojack forcing Bogina into the public eye by making out with her live on camera unconsentually. But Gina responds happily and for a moment you forget about the last scene and you forget about all the shitty things bojack has done and you have hope for Bogina.

And than you remember.

Im going to talk about about the introduction of Mr Jelly's storyline next time because him fucking Diane was not something I expected. (on my first watch through I'm on my like 39th/hj)

#opinion #tv review #movie review #film #film review #blog #bojack horseman #bojack netflix #Horseman #The veiw from halfway down

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bluepuppethidinginafilingcabinet · 2 years

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here we go y’all

this weeks silly little (probably actually quite long) puppet history notes/commentary

this weeks woosh caption: “an echo of a dinosaur roar from the cretaceous period” spooky

hi maya

oh we’re putting ryan in shackles now huh

classic mario kart story tbh

professor getting flashbacks over here

i’m very excited about this topic

i fucking love paper. imagine inventing paper. that’s so cool.

paper is an s tier invention. i’m right.

vietnam seems chill.

wow the professor really said okay leave then

i really want it to be a frog plague

it’s not a frog plague :(

it’s a new dynasty. because history.

evil echoing laugh is back

i thought it was before common era……..

yo this man out here excecuting his sons and grandkid

“would y’all ever kill your own-“ PROFESSOR NO

i love when a wholeass river changes course. multiple times.

the professor snores huh

uhhhh you’re in the theatre fake professor

oh boy a tax increase

ummmm there’s a lot of glitching

the box is suspicious as always

i swear if they put taxes on tea that’d be funny

did i misunderstand the question or did they? who knows

salt and fish were apparently the answers

the horse wife is back. even though she should be dead. and in puppet purgatory.

this is a fun little ad

the professor just standing there like 🧍

i wanna build a watcher kingdom. shame i have no money.

i’ve decided to stan these two sisters. this may not end well for me considering history.

that’s a very you joke to make ryan

ryan wants to be a product of the immaculate conception via shaq apparently

these two are slaying

oh damn that’s a tiger. damn.

it has 3 eyes

an 18 did nothing???? huh

she really just attacked with kale. and lost a hand.

(items falling in background)

oop bye bye head. that’s unfortunate

THEY HUNG HIS BODY FROM THE GATES?????

or maybe they didn’t. welp. who knows.

boooo patriarchy

we’re assuming he’s dead. got it.

i love a war pyramid scheme

if you wouldn’t do war with your friends what’s the point? like are you really friends?

also this lady slays. i love her.

what is the professor on?

claiming immortality apparently

four things she promised. huh. okay my guesses. revenge. salt. gold. and cotton candy. because why not.

damn i want a country wide lazy river

edit: THE PROFESSOR KEEPS IGNORING THE LAZY RIVER MENTIONS

okay if the make out sessions start now. how do you fight the war??

slay okay. revenge. restoring lineage. avenge death of husband. attain goals. uhhh okay. sure.

well if it works it works i suppose

little devil horns on ryan is fun

15 JELLY BEANS EACH???????

ah yeah a swing of the hips wins the troops over. sure ryan.

trung be slaying

IM SORRY THIS LADY OUT HERE GIVING BIRTH AND CONTINUING THE FIGHT?????

ah yes an army of women swinging babies around

women can in fact kill too. so true professor.

no taxes? that’s… a choice…

i too am waiting for the other shoe to drop

boooo i don’t like this

yeahhhhh well that’s unfortunate

they still slayed

oh the bigger entity takes out the smaller huh ryan?

okay so the options are, they die, they die, or they die

oh we don’t know. okay. well. i’m starting to think that we don’t actually know when people die.

kinda baller that they never surrendered

imagine being dragged up to heaven by your ankles. that’d be an experience.

history is in fact petty

the women really be getting things done in this story. as they should.

damn that’s a speech right there

this is such as slay

the tiger is back. very pretty puppet. fluffy.

ryan does have a point when he called it a johnny cash tiger

“and now i’m fucking dead” that’s so awkward for you tiger

he’s very upset about this huh

professor be ignoring the algorithm again

professor you can’t just call people supple

egg professor has eyebrows

this is so odd

so shane. what. is. going. on.

#watcher #watcher entertainment #we are watcher #all hail the watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #puppet history #puppet history season 5 #the professor

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salted-caramel-tea · 1 year

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I love love love samosas they're potatoes with veggies (usually carrots, spring onions, onions, cabbage) rolled up and fried in a spring roll shell and sometimes they include meat i.e. chicken or prok but I really prefer the potato ones. My mom used to make them and now I know how to make them and they're realy good even if you burn them a bit, and it's okay if you undercook them too because you cook the stuff before it comes together. My culture also has these rice cakes, idk what they're called in English but it's a specific rice grain pounded up until it's dough and then wrapped in banana leaves and steamed, they're very chewy and fun to make.

We usually eat our food with a soup from bok choi leaves and often squash and big fans of cilantro as well as ginger

And my favorite dessert is one borrowed form our neighbors the Burmese, shwe yin aye which is sweet milk with bread and all sorts of jelly (and sometimes lychee) dropped in

oh i love samosas back home at oke of the local indian restaurants theyd do vegetable salons as with a chilli and mango chutney as a starter and it was so good i’ve never tried to make them tho i bake a lot but me and pastry don’t always get along but maybe i will try when i have time

im assuming these all come from around south east asia? i had a look online anour steaming rice cakes in banana leaves and there seems to be lots of variations around vietnam indonesia philippines malaysia and singapore area OH I JUST SAW NEIGHBOURS BURMESE NVM LMAOO

id never seen the shwe yin aye before tho im kinda curious to try it

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prettiestcowgirl · 1 year

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everything is upside down in my world right now. i always experience change at such a devastating rate but sometimes i feel like it all happened too fast. i think about how my dad will never see the new person i've become; a healthier person, a mindful person, less angry, and less terrified.

then again, sometimes i wear it like a stain. i feel like i walk through life like a child with jelly smeared on my cheeks. i assume the turmoil soils through the surface, but it doesnt. there are all these new people in my life and they see me as this person i havent been for long enough. im not comfortable sitting inside her skin yet. she is just as unknown to me as she is to them, but she surprises them and myself regularly.

my coworker, my newest friend, said i ooff as posh. he was surprised when i talked with so much grit. he said i was a girl who wore business skirts with nice hair and he caught me doing my makeup in the parking lot thirty minutes before my shift even started. he said i talked so intelligently he couldnt believe the things i told him about my past. it's weird to hear that view of myself because i can feel the poverty and the raw childhood on my body like an aura. i feel as though it is a way about myself that i feel, but nobody sees.

tonight i sat and watched tv with my roommates and we laughed and one of them made me earrings out of a necklace my little brother bought me. they like my pink outfits and they think im incredibly clean and they treat me like one of them, but they're the people i never thought id fit in with; clean, sweet, pretty. i feel so monstrous inside. i feel like im lying to them.

my best friend and i have been fighting a lot. he hasn't left his girlfriend, but they have ceased couples counseling and he admitted he feels platonically towards her. sometimes i try so hard to hold back my feelings because i think he should be with her even if he has feelings for me. i get so mad at myself when i lash out at him becuase of the odd ties between us. i dont want to pull him towards me. he thinks im selfless and affectionate and genuine and i wish he wouldn't think that way but i also have never felt so much love from another person. i want to lie inside of it, but im so deeply discomforted by it as well. sometimes i wish i didn't care so much about him so i could just leave them at peace. i tried. i ignored him for a week to give them space to patch things up; i cried and wept in bed like an idiot, he called me and asked why i would do that to him. i want him to be with someone who isn't so uncertain, someone who doesn't have cinderblocks tied to their feet, someone without a very long road ahead of them.

#headspace

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britneyshakespeare · 6 years

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in my grade 11 chemistry class there were these 2 girls who sat behind me and one day one of them brought in some fig newtons for a snack and one asked the other

“hey you want a fig newton?”

“what’s in it?”

“I don’t know... some kind of jelly.”

#figs #those are figs in it #anyway they always had me do all their classwork and that was the only reason they ever bothered to talk to me #one of them im pretty sure never learned my name she just called me 'you' and 'redhead'#the other one used to be my friend in fifth and sixth grade when she was also terribly uncool but puberty did her well #tales from diana #i forgot about this story but kaily saying 'want a fig newton?' 'whats in it?' 'idk. some kind of jelly.' to me so much #i just assumed it was some movie reference or whatever i wasn't getting

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donuts4evry1 · 2 years

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Alr!!!

Since a lot of people have expressed interest in the Jellyfish Otome game, I’ll go and release my current ideas for the lineup of romanceable characters (divided by “archetype”). Feel free to give suggestions or something of the like :)!! I will eat them. Bite. Chew. Devour.

The Childhood Friend - Common Moon Jelly (Aurelia aurita)

The Player - Some kind of comb jellyfish, I haven’t decided which one yet

The Bad Boy - Black Sea Nettle (Chrysaora achlyos)

The Prince - Upside Down Jellyfish (Cassiopea andromedia)

The Stuck Up - Crown Jellyfish (Nausithoe aurea)

The Mysterious/Quiet - Man o’ War (Physalia physalis)

The Awkward - Helmet Jellyfish (Periphylla periphylla)

The Otaku - An Irukanji jellyfish (Malo Filipina)

I’ll give explanations under the cut, for those who are interested :)

Moon jellies are widely seen throughout the world and humans have mild to no reaction to its venom. A very friendly species :), perfect for a childhood friend

I hate comb jellyfish tbh /hj. But comb jellyfish are, by in large, hermaphrodites (a term that is considered derogatory towards humans, I believe), which means they can have that gender swag 😎.

I have a small feeling that I might accidentally fall into some unsavoury pansexual stereotypes with this character tho, so lmk if I accidentally ever do anything questionable with them

Black sea nettles look GORGEOUS. Think of the AESTHETIC this one could be fitting rn

Idk the whole space theme seemed pretty cool. I could imagine the “perfect” character having that lmao. (though considering how well Yuuya works, I could also just combine this archetype and the Player archetype...)

People in positions of power tend to be the most stuck up lmao. what can I say. I’m probably going to enjoy writing this one a lot, considering my track record with oresama characters.... (yes im talking about sakuya can we please move on)

Ok so, the Man o’ War isn’t actually a jellyfish- it’s this thing called a Siphonophore which is just. “colonies” of different organisms working together. So imagine if the character was _____ ____ __ _ _________. Wouldn’t that be funny?

Idk what this trope exactly is but.... I like to think that this character would be very shy and skulk off into the shadows a lot (they are a bit of a vampire lmao). I already have ideas for this character and here’s a hint: they are associated with another person in this list :)

Philippino Otaku?? That’s just Anghel. Literally I could make so many comparisons between the M. filipina but I won’t so you’re probably just safe assuming that this character is pretty much a 1 : 1 replica of Anghel /hj

#i also have some extra romanceable characters but they're not part of the main cast #i will not be releasing any information on them because they will be secret :)))#mun rambles #jellyfish #i spent. so much time thinking of these but other than the first one and maybe no 5 and 7 they aren't really set in stone #haven't really thought of designs yet either but the game is mostly about the story so......hehe #i'll give them humanized designs like hatoful tho haha.

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roenais · 2 years

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cleanin out the askbox! some of these are actually a lil old, so sorry that i missed them they got buried under requests and such </3

GIRL HELL YEAH oh introjects approving my art is like the #1 compliment to me, very glad that its gender even if unintentional!! (also i saw u on my dash with that icon and had a !!! moment hewwo)

awwww thank you, thats rlly sweet. normally id warn against assuming randoms on the internet are good people dmgkemgk but i will absolutely take the compliment and wish u the best too my dude

THANK YOU!! no bother at all omg, ur so sweet. i should rlly do more animations that i actually spend time and effort on cause everything ive posted here was a rush job but lmAO im glad people like it

*throws a cookie into the void* thank u so much

oh yeah i draw all characters with higher up ears and glasses like that! i dont... know if itd actually work in practice? i imagine the arms being like a bendy plastic. like a silly straw or jelly material. but like. what else are they gonna do, tape them on? LMAO

THANK YOU :D im legit so excited that ppl like it cause ive been having so much fun with it lately. win/win situation we r all happy.

SSKFMK my grian is so small. i would feel bad about chibi-ifying him so much but he also calls his own skin adorable so i think i'm allowed. he's not human he's just a skrunkly little guy <3

THANK YOU honestly it seems like people dont put together me and my art sometimes? which is v funny. i am an enigma i guess.

oh dude relatable tho, there are SO many artists that i didnt follow for months even tho i saw and reblogged their art constantly bc i just forgor. heck i didnt even subscribe to any of the hermits until the moon crash lmAO. but thank you!!!! im glad you like it and hope u have a good day too :D

#asks #i havent been individually answering them bc i try to keep this blog mostly art considering i dont have an art tag #BUT i appreciate every message i get i prommy

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spacemanroger · 3 years

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Musician Y/N, dating Sebastian

request: can i request headcanons for sebastian and claude on s/o who plays the piano or some kind of instrument.

summary: read title!

author’s note: yaya im back! alright i tried to do something where y/n is in a band!! hope that’s alright. also, i haven’t watched the season where claude is in yet so, i wasn’t comfortable writing anything for him. it’s just sebastian. 😩

paring: sebastian x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive if you squint

word count - 842

SEBASTIAN

since you were in a band, a famous band at that, you had learned how to play many instruments.

you learned to play multiple instruments just in case you had to fill in your other band members if something were to happen to them. that had included the bass, keyboard, drums, and guitar.

the band was called “legion demon.” it was an indie rock band, you were the singer and the bass. it was a fun job.

your bandmates were your best friends, you guys had met in high school. it was a dream you and your friends shared when you were younger.

to be a superstar.

but sebastian and you met oddly.

you were a suspect in the murder of one of your friends, he was a royal family, and a brilliant guy at that. he was unfortunately killed at your after-party for one of your shows. but ignoring the death and gloom, it was the day after you had met sebastian though.

ceil and him had cornered you at the cafe you were at, asking you questions about anything suspicious you'd saw. but, you didn't really know much as the prince wasn't anything but a distant friend.

your eyes were caught on sebastian the whole interrogation. it was weird as your friend just died and that was all you could think about. him.

sebastian's black hair contrasted beautifully with his pasty-white skin. when the yellow-dim lights shined on his eyes though, his black-colored eyes turned into a blood-like shade of red. your heart literally skipped a bit.

you'd assume it was contact lenses. (which you later found out were his actual eyes.)

you had a crush.

it was after the whole interrogation you'd thought it was the perfect time to ask him on the date.

you had waited, a bit anxious, and just watched them crossing the street from the window seat. you finally though, built the courage and followed them outside, waiting for the little kid next to sebastian to leave for a bit, thankfully he did.

you had then built up the strength to walk up to him outside and ask him on a date. for the first time in your life, you had stuttered when you talked. sebastian had given a sly smirk at that.

he picked out a time and date for you guys as you had forgotten to do so. not before left he held your chin told. "no need to be so shy little bird."

you had never forgotten how your legs almost went jelly after that.

anyways that date led to going on a couple of dates after, to partners in a few months, and now where you guys were at, living together.

you’d thought sebastian would be a cold-hearted man but turns out he was a big softie, especially for you. you really appreciated how you made time for you and his weird butler job (you had thought) with ceil.

anyways back to the main point, sebastian loved hearing you play any instrument honestly. but, specifically, he loved when you played your portable keyboard.

you believed that it wasn't all that but, sebastian thought otherwise. he would have you play your released, and unreleased songs until your finger had cramped. (if you haven't noticed sebastian was literally your biggest fan.)

when you did play the portable keyboard he would stand behind you, rubbing your shoulders as you swiftly press the keys, singing to the lyrics you made.

sebastian would hum to the rhythm closing his eyes shut. sometimes instead of being behind you, he was next to you on the bench, very closely, may you add. he would grab your thigh squeezing it from time to time. god, bless that small bench.

sometimes that would mean he wanted to lead to frisky events with you being pressed against the headboard (sorry i had to) but, most of the time it was in a non-sexual matter.

when sebastian was at your shows, and you were on the stage, singing and playing the bass, you would always put it all your all. not that you didn’t when he’s not but, he gives you more motivation.

some of your songs were love songs so, every time you sang you were looking directly at him, sebastian would have a little smirk on his face which would cause you to have more stamina on stage.

meeting him backstage was pure bliss, you'd kiss him lovingly to show him what your songs truly meant. you would go on your tippy-toes rummaging through his body, you loved him and just wanted to show him.

and he loved you too (more than he loved kittens too!)

#sebastian x y/n #gn!#sebastian x gn! reader #sebastian x gn reader #gn reader #sebastian x reader #black butler #headcannon #black butler writer #request #black butler x y/n #black butler x reader #sebastian x you

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moesartblog · 3 years

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if anyone else is interested bc im dumb

the lockers and notes

in order from right to left:

Varys rly likes basketball. Thats about all i can make out. Maybe theres specific sports teams referenced but i wouldnt know sorry.

Aina and her hat. the sticky note i think says “you are STRONG”. She has heart eyes and sunglasses emoji stickers, an offbrand barbie sticker, and a sticker that says inter net in netflix font.

Lucia, of the stickers, she has a bunch of candy ones, one that references Nerds, one that references jelly belly, and one that references Atari, Im not familiar with the rest. (if you know pls share!)

Remi. Nerd.

I like to think lucia got all of them their stickers.

now inside

more basketball stuff. but also is that a dress shirt?

thermos and i assume a makeup pouch on the shelf. i assume a page torn from a magazine, a ticket to a show called SWEAT, a photo of aina with heris, fuzzy pink mirror. a picture of aina and i assume a few other friends of hers. i cant make out what the writing says on it. under it looks like an album cover of some kind, and then the division poster (not sure if its a reference or not). and then the thanks! sticker and i could just barely make out the little white sticker that i think says “After this, we’re getting cake”.

ok! lets see how many of these i can make out in order lol: Ranch Daritas (Cool Ranch Doritos), Cheetas (cheetos), Daritas red hot (Flaming hot doritos or whatever the really hot ones are called), Daritas sour cream (obvious at this point), premium potato chips (Tims potato chips. Had to look this one up a bit), Slice (?) (the closest i could come up with is deep river sweet maui onion chips), pop cookie (idk if theres a specific one), idk about the next two :( , W&W ( i think this is obvious), MilkyWay (this one is more obvious), skettles, Hyper!, Trigger (uh huh), Harmony (my fav candy bar the hersheys cookies n cream bar), idk, Crackers (those austin cheddar cheese crackers), this one just has a skull on it but its evil 5 hour energy, some mints, i think this one just says upper lol (brand looks familiar but i cant place it, and then rainbow nerds. and at the very bottom u can just kinda see raisins. hoo

remi with his horndog schtick of course with a sports illustrated cover, and then a pic of him and i assume his (now) alligator girlfriend tucked behind.

and then galos covered in matoi stickers and other things i THINK are Edo period things. I think that thing at the front is a bell? i could be entirely wrong sorry if i am.

if you know any of the stuff i didnt know pls say! this was just a silly scavenger hunt for myself

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ostewell · 4 years

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hermit items

or, to be more specific, items i associate with the hermits

i plan to draw soon, but ive been kinda swamped by school and a big ol’ project lol

edit: jsut did a proofreading now that its the morning and i can like,,, properly read gjshgkjsdhf

i dont think much changed when it comes to readability, but there is a minor amount of clarification owo

under the cut bc hng long lol

wels:

wels's helmet's plume; (wels's plume is still a ponytail in my design im just makin it a true plume for this) the red, flowy part is made from dyed horsehair. the gold-plated ring is wide, too wide to be a true ring, but too small to be a bracelet

the pommel of a sword, it's made from iron, with a blue sapphire embedded inside it. the iron has various engravements, fitting those on his helmet. (i can pull up my wels design again if needed lol) it screws into the handle on a roughly centimeter long threaded rod that's been soldered onto the bottom of it

etho:

etho's headband; has shifting engravements, when the engravements shift, they dont dissapear and reappear, the points that make them up just "move," sort of like in stickbug videos where the lines move lol, it displays the expression of the person it is touching, and when it is not in contact with anyone the points move around idly, not making up any particular shape

a pair of diamond boots. nothing particularly interesting about them.

joe:

a pair of navy blue glasses, shaped like the ones he wears irl. near the hinges on the things i learned are called "temples," there are small @ symbols. otherwise, just a standard pair of glasses

an iron pick, enchanted. it's been repaired before. at the end of its handle, at the opposite side from the head, there is a small diamond with a cross going through it engraved in the wood. it looks like it was difficult to do.

a piece of lime green stained glass. its definitely new, and its definitely going to be placed. at some point. by accident. it has fingerprint smudges, and is more opaque and vibrantly colored than regular stained glass (thanks to one of my irl friends for the idea of this one gjsdhgkj)

mumbo:

his red tie; tied. it seems to have the sort of wear as a tie that's just loosened and removed, rather than repeatedly tied. there are redstone stains on the knot and along the middle section, with a distinct line where his blazer usually covers, along with an oddly shaped diagonal stain, that slightly feathers the right side of the distinct separation.

a block of redstone, accompanied by a small knife. a fourth of the block has been whittled away (presumably by the knife), but is otherwise normal. the knife is about the length of a hand. its handle is a deep maroon. whether this is from redstone staining or if it was made that way, you can't tell. there's a pair of sharpening stones attached to it by a piece of definitely redstone-stained-red string

(a small addendum: anything that's been stained red lightly glows when near powered redstone owo)

doc:

his red eye. now that you can see the full thing, it goes deeper than you'd expect, at least a couple inches into the metallic half of his face. there are wires leaving the end of it, its not the sort of thing that you can just pop back in and it'll work fine. the lens, which is clear, protects an assortment of LED lights, that can change their brightness at doc's will to depict images. the lighter metal frame, looks like aluminum, seems to be mostly aesthetic, though it does connect to his ear. its hard to tell what its function is, but doc seems quite insistent on having it back, so you’d rather not mess with it more.

a chunk of quartz, carved into the shape of a goat horn. doesn't seem to serve any other purpose, just a totem of the goat mother lol

ren:

his signature sunglasses. on the hinges of the lens frames themselves, there is a cyberdogs logo (red gear with a large center and says "CD," also red, on the inside)

a piece of beef, not the hermit. there are mycelia (as in mushroom roots, not the block) running through it. you're not sure of its edibility, but considering its label, which says "Pamela - RIP" you think worse things would happen to you than being sick if you ate it.

beef:

a butcher's apron, bloodstained. you arent sure of the blood's origins; you assume it's animal, but considering the look he gave you when you asked about it, you don't want to know. otherwise, it seems standard. there's a pocket on the front.

a tuft of llama fur. it's cream-colored. nothin special, just some wool lol

scar:

a cat's collar. it's purple, with the non-fabric bits being gold (not gold plated or pure gold, just gold colored). the tag says "jellie"

a diamond shovel. if you can call it that. it's more of a trowel than a shovel. it doesn't have any dirt stains, but it does have "vote for scar" written on the dark-oak wood handle in incredibly hard to read black text.

tango:

a ravager horn, just a standard trophy from what was likely a difficult- or first- kill

a stick of dynamite. you're not sure if its explosive or not, it seems like its gotten wet, but you'd rather not test

cleo:

the armor stand book, with some additions. there are extra notes added; the "check target" button has been circled about 30 times in about 30 different colors. the ink from that has telegraphed through the page. there are little drawings of all the poses in the "preset" menu, direction notes, and more you can't make out. you're sure she doesnt need these notes anymore. except the circling on the check target button.

im not sure what to give cleo as a second item lol

false:

a pair of pilot's goggles. the lenses are blue, and framed with polished iron. there are little cushions, which are made from black rubber. the lenses connect from either side via a brown leather strap.

the hilt of a broadsword. it's made from brass, and the grip is wrapped with a similarly colored leather to the one that's the strap of her goggles. the strips are woven like a basket. the pommel features a blue sapphire, a darker blue than the one on wels's pommel. the guard is that of a basket hilt.

#my post #spiders web #hermitcraft #welsknight #etho #joehills #mumbo jumbo #docm77 #vintagebeef #rendog #goodtimeswithscar #tangotek #zombiecleo #falsesymmetry #if you have ideas for more feel free to add 'em!

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