#jars full of things

[oh--jeez]

i just want an ungovernable stack of second-hand yumi jars with reusable lids

[shushmal]

"I think it's sweet," Steve says.

Robin wrinkles her nose. "Nothing about Eddie Munson is sweet. He's a sewer rat, at best. Or like twenty opossums in a trench coat."

"Opossums are cute."

"He probably has rabies."

"You say that about me all the time, so I guess that's good. We'll have rabies together."

"He gave you a rock."

"You give me rocks all the time," Steve says, rolling his eyes. He runs his thumb along the textured edge of the rock Eddie'd handed to him.

"Yeah, good rocks." Robin scoffs. "That one sucks."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hello Madam. Sorry Madam.

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[breelandwalker]

Moon Spell Jars

The next full moon is always just around the corner and it's always the perfect time to pick up a Moon Spell Jar!

There are six varieties available:

Money (green)

Healing (blue)

Protection (purple)

Attraction (red)

Banishing (black)

Health, Wealth & Happiness (silver)

Each jar is filled with herbs and crystal chips to match its assigned magical purpose and capped with a beautiful full moon wax spell. Just give it a little hug to make it your own, tell it what you want it to do, and leave it to charge under full moon light. The spell will work for a month, and then you can recharge the magic the same way or give it a new task. It's that simple!

Best of all, when you order two or more jars, you'll get a discount at checkout - no special code required!

Enjoy the moon magic and Happy Witching! 🔮

[mi-i-zori]

Nikto absolutely loves taking you on dates - except it’s rarely something you’d usually expect from a date.

His ideas are so original, and so him, that you never know what kind of date he’s gonna plan next. Which makes the whole thing even more exciting.

Especially since he never disappoints.

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The first time he took you to the beach, you two had spent hours looking for a rock that matches the colour of the other’s eyes. Not an easy task for you, since Nikto’s irises are made of both ice and steel ; the colours so light and clear, even in the dark, that the darker, matte hues of a rock make it difficult to find a perfect match.

Yes, guilty as charged, you sometimes got a little bit distracted by seashells. Until you found one with the nacre inside intact, shining beautifully under the daylight. Then you found another, a full shell this time, and noticed so many colours hidden in-between the bigger rocks - pieces of sea glass, so bright and pale, so white and blue. Before you could even catch your breath, your hands and pockets were full of polished hues, and your smile wider than ever.

When you reported your attention on Nikto, you found him standing not so far away, watching you. His eyes glowed with a deep fondness you knew matched the smile he hid under his mask, and you quickly made your way towards him, trying not to stumble over the moist gravel. Your treasures clutched carefully against your chest and singing joyfully in your pockets.

When you finally reached him and he greeted you by putting his cheek against yours, you immediately realised that he, too, had filled his hands with various rocks and shells. « Couldn’t decide on one, » he mumbled under his mask as your eyes shone with excitement and laughter.

Once you found a place to peacefully sit down, you both spread your treasures all over your laps, and tried your best to compare each one to the other’s irises. You took countless photos, admired all the seashells, got lost in your thoughts while gazing into each other’s eyes, forgot the task at hand multiple times in order to share loving whispers among the sea breeze. It’s only when you started struggling to make out the details of your findings that your realised how late it was.

Once you got home, you immediately stole a bunch of glass jars from the kitchen and cleared a space on one of your shelves. While Nikto prepared two cups of warm drinks, you sorted the treasures into the jars - two labeled with your names, filled with the rocks, shells and sea glass that matched your and Nikto’s eyes, while the others overflowed with everything you found randomly and decided to keep.

After handing you your drink, Nikto settled quietly on the couch next to you, admiring your work. Still in a sea mood, you decided to watch a documentary about whales, and nuzzled happily against each other.

This is how you fell asleep, that night. Warm, content, and full of love.

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[completeoveranalysis]

[2]

He’s falling back on wanting to do the things that Clow didn’t, which is a bit of a surprise. Evil Wolverine might actually need Yuuko to achieve his goal (unconfirmed) but as he’s describing it in the moment he only wants to revive her to prove he’s better than Clow. 

Which is even more pathetic when you realise the only reason Clow never revived Yuuko wasn’t because he couldn’t, but because he knew he shouldn’t. He was probably capable of it. She was partially revived from a thought he had. Imagine if he had actually tried. 

But anyway Evil Wolverine has whipped out YET ANOTHER Jam Jar to put people inside. 

Since we don’t really know where these are coming from it’s unclear whether there are just a lot of these out there or if this is genuinely the same Jam Jar every time, but just at different points in the timeline. 

Like in hindsight it makes sense that the one that Sakura and Syaoran hopped in (and inherited from their family) was the same one that Yuuko had, since it was given to her once they’d already hopped in. And then the same Sakura, but past version, hopped into the Jam Jar AFTER her next life did, but went to the dream world instead of staying inside. 

The next question would be: Is THIS the same Jam Jar again? And if so, is Evil Wolverine’s ownership of the Jam Jar BEFORE or AFTER all this - like, is he a figure from EARLIER in the Clow Reed ancestry than Syaoran, or did it make his way to him AFTER Yuuko had it?

And! Will they just tell us this on page in a few minutes and all this speculation was for nothing. 

[reddamselette]

just realized while rewatching aot that before i had jean and jeremy, i had jean and armin and i think that says a lot.

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

so:

vanguards serve powerful beings from the dark world

when first given a mouth, yorick tells them, "i serve you, now. the dies irae. [...] your combined force."

however, in part 43, before john is made audible (so, with no way to know exactly what prompted it), yorick declares "i do not belong to anyone" and "i align myself with what suits best."

when creating the hand of malevolence, yorick specifically says his duties are to bring information to his master, "and not offer it freely," but that he is actively choosing to make an exception

...and when arthur asks why, yorick quickly opts to change the subject

when john and arthur arrived with kellin, yorick immediately asked to leave and go with them

...but seemed to be talking specifically to arthur? ("she wants to be with you, to help you with that voice in your head [...] she can hear it, and she can make it stop.")

as a matter of fact, john can't even hear the vanguard initially, only arthur can.

yorick initially refers to john as "my king," in a similar fashion as he calls the witch "my queen," but has only ever referred to arthur as master, for... no clear reason

when explaining vanguards in part 10, john finishes by saying "but... something is different here" (with yorick)

in that same convo john also doesn't remember exactly why he knows anything about vanguards (unless he was lying to arthur abt that to avoid a conversation abt his time in the dark world, which is possible)

john built a kingdom in the dark world

yorick tells john they've known each other for a long time, "longer than you realize"

...and also says "i cannot say we see eye-to-eye on all things, but i honor your love for your friend"

yorick started changing at some point after being taken out of kellin's sister's head, but doesn't seem sure exatly when or why

yorick is somehow being actively prevented from divulging the full extent of his knowledge about jarthur and their future, and the day of wrath in particular

alia thinks he's trustworthy???

i don't know i thought i'd have a better conclusion than this i just. YORICK. WHAT. IS. YOUR. DEAL.

[dea011]

my personal collection

[ranticore]

I have a lot of questions about the wolfman masks. Are they born masked? What is the mask made of? If it cracks, does it heal, like bone? When they take off the mask "for a limited time", is that because they are compelled to put them back on or does a new mask grow off their faces like an exoskeleton?

I think I caused a few misunderstandings when I called the faces masks because they are for sure faces. They move, emote (barely, but they do), feel, heal etc just like a human face and they're attacted to the body just like a face is. They see through the eyeballs and smell through the nose. That's their face; it's a 'mask' in the sense that it comes off every so often and its features are not naturally belonging to that individual.

They are born with their "mask" faces though the aging process runs at a different pace to the ageing of the rest of their bodies (I imagined some cubs running around with old man faces lmao). I drew the facial features simplified and symbolic because that's just easier for me but rest assured the face is realistic. It's worse that way, which is great

When the full moon is over they're compelled to put the mask back on. While it's off their body it has a different, more artificial texture, like thick paper. It becomes skin again when it settles on the front of the head. They tend to leave it in their nest or bedding while they go out and do wolfy things. Even if multiple masks are left together, each individual knows exactly which is their own.

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Twice now I have tried to make a reblog reply about Walter and twice now Tumblr has eaten it. So let's try it this way @chaos-bringer-13

Allow me to take you back to the ✨QUARANTINE DAYS✨ and tell you the tale of a pumpkin that may or may not have housed a god

So back in good old 2020/21 we are in the thrall of the COVID-19 pandemic. My state in particular had super heavy quarantine restrictions, and as someone with lung issues, my mom and myself were not taking any chances. I haven't left my house in maybe 5 months. Nor have I seen any of my friends outside of video calls. Senior year of High School so far has sucked.

I'm talking to my friend, we'll call her Marie, and I mention off hand "Yeah I'm starting to feel a bit lonely." Now Marie has known me for a solid 8 years at this point. She knows my type of humor and attachment to what we would now and days call "skrungly" objects. She decides "hmm. I can fix this!"

Marie's mom (who was... certainly a human being) for some god forsaken reason decided to buy a white pumpkin and give it to Marie with the idea that she would harvest the seeds from it and plant them in the garden (why she did this instead of just buying pumpkin seeds I will never know). Instead of doing this, Marie takes this pumpkin and draws a realistic face on it that can only be described as similar to the handsome squidward meme. She drives to my house, sets the pumpkin on my doorstep with a note, and then FUCKING BOOKS IT.

I open the door to see this pumpkin with a note that reads "Hello Momther, I am Walter."

(Not the best photo but this is in fact Walter sitting in the dark in my front yard while Marie (not pictured) stands on my driveway holding a single candle and chanting).

Anyway immediately I take him inside completely smitten and unknowing as to what this pumpkin will create.

At this point of quarantine, we have gone back to classes but they are completely online. I decide that the best thing I could possibly do with Walter is set him on a stack of notebooks behind me so that when I turn my camera on he would be there... watching. Notably, one guy who never unmuted himself did so just long enough to ask "Void... what the fuck is that."

Needless to say I got endless entertainment from the reactions, but all good things have to come to an end. Unfortunately, I live in a desert and pumpkins simply don't survive. They typically would rot within a few days where I was living at the time, so my Mom told me to move it outside at least. I decide to put him by the front door. This front door has a little half wall that leads up to it. I put him on top of it facing the walkway so whenever a package is delivered the mailman would be faced with Walter and have to make eye contact before leaving the mail. I figure I'll probably get a couple more days out of him before he rots.

This is where it starts to get weird

Another week passes. Two. Unlike every single pumpkin I've ever had for Halloween, Walter shows no signs of rotting despite being exposed to the elements. The pumpkin is at this point about a month and a half old and still perfectly fine. Marie, our friends, and I all kind of laugh it off as a random one time thing and expect it to rot within another week.

IT. FUCKING. DOESN'T.

4 months into having Walter and he is still as good as new. Around this time the vaccines for covid started rolling out, so my friends and I get to see each other again. They are just as baffled as me about Walter. Of course, us being us, we have been referring to Walter like an actual person this whole time because that's just our humor. We give him little head pats and forehead rubs as we enter or leave my house and say hello/goodbye to him.

Also around this time, my mom and myself are beginning to prep for moving to another state. We have also started doing some in person classes again. I had been cleaning out my room one morning, and just so happened to leave a piece of sea glass in front of Walter as I left for school. I had a strangely good day. Managed to get an A on a test if I remember right. I come home, see the glass in front of the pumpkin, and start thinking. The next day I leave him something else. Another good luck day! I try this again and every single time I leave him an offering something good happens! I tell my friends about it and they start doing it too and experiencing the same results. We decide that he must be some god of luck inhabiting this pumpkin vessel and rewinding time on it to keep it from rotting.

At some point someone gave him an orange and I swear to god the pumpkin started getting orange marks on its forehead. He still wasn't rotting though! We decided that he obviously has been absorbing the power from the offerings.

Around this time I realise the I have somehow created a partially serious cult and decide I might as well lean into it. I actually enlisted the help of the neighbor kids to take this photo.

Time passes. Walter is about 10 months old now and still going strong. We have graduated highschool and I'm going to be moving in a week. I can't take Walter with me, so Marie decides she will take him. But first, she is going to help us move. It's a 6 hour drive. We put Walter in the passenger seat window so that all the cars passing us can see him.

After she helps us, Marie and Walter continue on to yet another state where Marie will be attending university. Walter is almost if not a year old when he finally starts to rot. Marie, in her dorm room mind you, makes a plaster cast of his head and redraws his face on it. To this day Walter hangs in his new, more durable vessel, guarding her spice cabinet.

By the end of Walter's reign, he had reached his 1st birthday, scared who knows how many mailmen, met 3 of my teachers in person, visited 3 USA states, and briefly had an instagram account.

[princkleeatscookies]

choux sisters angst/comfort idea???

Here's the main prompt: these two

Angst: 1. Caramel Choux Cookie searched and searched for Cream Puff Cookie after a war is breaking out of the town square. And there she met Dark Hat Cream Puff Cookie (aka CoD!Cream Puff Cookie), Whom the girl was unable to recognize her sister. 2. Basically CoD!Cream Puff Cookie convincing Caramel Choux Cookie to join her on the dark side :p

3. Here's a darker one, Caramel Choux Cookie fucking dies and Cream Puff Cookie was too late to save her long after she was reverted back to her old self.

Comfort: 1. (conti. of Angst 1.) Caramel Choux Cookie tried and tried again to help CoD!Cream Puff Cookie to remember her and her old self as a clumsy yet sweet little sister of hers. CoD!Cream Puff Cookie gives in and reverts back to her old self and apologized to Caramel Choux Cookie so so much. 2. Caramel Choux Cookie had a nightmare of Cream Puff Cookie turning evil and Cream Puff Cookie comes in to comfort her after all the times where it was Caramel Choux Cookie usually the one who comforts Cream Puff Cookie. Mushy sisterly bonding ensue and they all hug it out

[ilikemicrowaves]

I don't think I can do it for the bit anymore

[bwobgames]

Went around looking for shaders that made game look like its being played on an old console, I think this is the best option but the slight blurriness still makes my eyes feel weird, even though it's really not intense at all.

It appears even though I dream of retro aesthetics I should shoot for digital retro instead of analog retro. Old rpgmaker games vibes it is

[cubechewerrrrr]

i need you to hive me a snackkkk nobody gives me snacks anymore i have to go to tbe fucking store get it for myself

fuckwd up. fuckwd up fucked yp

[cryptidm0ths]

here is euuu sketchbook tour as you can see i have a favorite character :}

id : a sped up video of a sketchbook being flipped throught. on the pages are a collection of ball point pen and pencil sketches and thumbnails, mainly of himeru and other members of crazy b. end id