#it's time...

[deermouth]

Those Feratu

[i-am-trashtrash-now]

that's all

[rcp-dungeon-mom]

[Location: Broomstown Port]

A girl stood excitedly at the port, finally out of the swerving ship and the shimmering seas she had to go through, especially as she's seasick. The ship was barking orders at some vehicles to move on, and was glaring at three cranes at this place.

The girl was about to breath in soke fresh air, when—

"OI, YOU BLUE CRANE!" The ship yelled angrily, making a decent amount of seagulls fly away. Some people started covering their ears. "IF YA WANT TO REMAIN THERE INSTEAD OF BEIN' ###### SCRAP, COME AN' HELP THESE BASTARDS GET THE #### OUT OF MAH ####### HUNK! AN' GO GET YA PISS-COLORED AND ####-COLORED CLONES TO HELP YER #### OUT ON THIS!"

...yeah, the sea wasn't the worst thing in her trip.

She just wants to get to her grandpa now....

( @marinedude, @letysmarterthanyou, @lefystrongerthanyou, @lekykinderthanyou, uhhhh who else has a port character acc...)

[iheihairu]

🫧 VANA ♡ 24 ♡ SHE / HER 🫧

❕ This is a sideblog and cannot follow back ❕

Welcome to my Tokyo Ghoul blog!

Here I will post mainly about The Kenference (Haise, Reaper, Shiro, Kaneki, Ken, etc), including occasional self-ship content! While I do have some other favorites (Tooru being a big one), they will take up Most of my thoughts and posting. I am slowly getting through a fresh watch-through, as I haven't seen S1 since high school, and I only Sort Of watched S2.

♡ I am a system!

♡ My headcanons for The Kenference are based on alters, but I love hearing all different takes on them! I may also interact with them (some of them have their own blogs) here. Please know this isn't roleplay, Those Are My Boys.

♡ I love to discuss the worldbuilding, the biology of ghouls, characterization, and any symbolism there may be. I'm REALLY excited to rewatch this series because I already have so many analysis thoughts and want to flesh them out as much as I can! If you have any thoughts, please PLEASE share them!

♡ I will happily do TG doodles if you ask 👀 They will be on paper though, just a heads up!

[duckapus]

Science Fair Follies

There's a Mad Scientist Convention in town and Mario, Luigi, Amitie, Sig and Floyd are helping E. Gadd with an experiment he'll be running there. Luigi's there because he's E. Gadd's mentee, Amitie and Sig are there because they wanted to help Luigi(well, Amitie wanted to help Luigi, Sig wanted to help Amitie help Luigi)[, Floyd's there because the experiment is ghost-related and she's the test subject, and Mario was promised food if he helped set things up. Sage is also there because of her dad. The start of the episode is just the expected mad scientist jokes, but then Susie Halmann shows up with the Haltmann Works Co's latest product, at which point it's revealed that she and the Professor have an intense rivalry. Also Floyd is wary of her, which is understandable considering what happened the last time she encountered an SMG4 universe version of one of her reformed villain friends back home.

One thing leads to another and the two scientists get into an inventing duel that wrecks the convention hall and gets them both banned from future conventions. While the main group just brushes it off as another wacky adventure, Susie ends up stewing in her frustration all the way home, where she finds out that there was a package delivered while she was out. Said package is a large crate with a picture of an old tv with a hat and bowtie stamped on the side, and inside she finds the broken, scorched pieces of a too-large-to-be-practical circuit board, glowing an ominous red...

[starvels]

girls, gals and galaxies,, we are being so tehehehheeee

[garlculean]

|| @heycheater | 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 ||

      𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊... the sun cradling beneath the earth's surface to allow the moon it's space to occupy the sky above. Typically, this would make for a melancholy sight. But sadly, that would not be the case for this very specific night. You see, the day started out with sunshine and rainbows but ended with quite the heavy, and HORRENDOUS RAINFALL.

      Rushing out from the comforts of his parked vehicle , Wario hurried into his mobile-home as though his life desperately depended on it. He had no umbrella, but instead, used a sorry excuse for coverage out of a newspaper he'd left in his car weeks, or perhaps even months ago but never found the time to...well...clean it out.

      He hobbled unevenly to his front doorstep, yawping curses aloud into the rain. Hastily, yet sloppily, Wario got to his keys, swung open the door, rushed in, then slammed it shut behind him. He was quiet, but only for the brief moment as he paused to check himself over.

                                   He was absolutely DRENCHED.

      Letting out an annoyed ' 𝐖𝐀𝐇! ' Wario slammed his keys down, along with what was left of the now torn and shredded up papers onto a nearby side table towards the entrance of his house.

      Well... least he could use this time to watch TV... With the posture of defeat, Wario drug his feet towards his sofa, sat down, then grabbed the remote. But there was a issue⸺ a BIG issue. It wasn't working. The television wouldn't turn on... OH how much worse could this day even become!

      Practically GROWLING, Wario reached over for the landline, picking it up with sheer annoyance, then dialed up the only person he really could think of calling... Waluigi.

      It only took three rings from the opposing side for Wario to already tap his foot one hundred miles per hour against the floor while beginning to also complain to himself.

❝ AuUgGghHh!⸺ C'mon, C'moon- you'a SO LAZY, PICK UP DA' PHONE! ❞

[furiousfinnstan]

dropping my self portrait that was in beloved.tonight.

[copepods]

i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"

[thedoubteriswise]

nothing funnier to me than when AI does math wrong. like I get why it happens, it's a language model that's treating the numbers you feed it as words rather than integers and then giving you an answer based on how those words typically appear in a block of text instead of actually performing a calculation. but the one thing computers are genuinely incredible at. you fucked up a perfectly good calculator is what you did, look at it it's got hallucinations

[hexjulia]

so hard not to become the most annoying person on earth if you're a little excitable and just learned a little about a topic literally no one around you has any interest in

[redrook]

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

[redstonedust]

phenomenom thats been bothering me that i could only express via an mspaint reverse boomer comic

[plant-based-person]

had a fascinating english class that resulted in the notes header “the forcefeminization of victor frankenstein”

[lucybellwood]

Fucking slain in my tracks by this postcard on my friend’s dresser