#like...it ground him to his soul

[swan2swan]

There really is something terrifying and yet beautiful about how Darius's love of dinosaurs was quickly surpassed by his love for his friends and found family.

The revelation that as soon as one dinosaur killed one of his fellow campers, he was done with them? After they'd put their trust in him? Whether he was in love with them or not? That was all it took, one death? One loss? And it was Over? Even the keepsake he shared with his father was cast aside, because the thought of loving something that had brought so much harm was too much? Even with all of his knowledge, the weapon that kept his friends alive, that an animal is just doing what an animal does, he still vilified them and pushed all of that aside?

That is such beautiful, terrifying Character Growth.

[hualianschild]

[vaggieslefteye]

HAZBIN HOTEL (2024): 1x08 - "The Show Must Go On" ↳ "You come at me... and my DAUGHTER? Don't forget, you're in my house, bitch!"

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Is Error in one of the Teams Or is he a loney guy?

And what does everyone fears/likes the most?

Killer: i like Nightmare (platonically) and i fucking hate paintbrushes Cross: oh, i fear cows and like tacos and chocolate. the only thing i like more than these two things was beating the shit out of Ink. it was funny and worth the scars Dust: abandonment Dust: … Dust: … Dust: i like…d Dust: …when Cross beat the shit out of Ink

(Horror likes making nests out of blankets/pillows and fears not having a steady food source. Currently taking a well-deserved nap.)

[izzyspussy]

i do love that everyone is visibly shocked and grieving when buffy dies, sobbing, crying, stumbling, etc, but spike fucking collapses

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

sorry im coping with aus again oopsie daisy. anyway here's my take on a fantasy au

it all started with me rewatching the D&D movie and thinking "hm. what (broad) classes would the neighbors have?"

and after much thinking i came to the conclusion: Barnaby = Bard / Eddie = Paladin / Sally = Sorcerer / Julie = fighter / Frank = monk / Howdy = Artificer / Poppy = Healer / Wally = 'Wizard'

those seem fitting! BUT i don't like restrictions or rules so in this very light worldbuilding for a casual (strongly glaring at myself here) CASUAL au, it's only dnd-esque. not actually dnd yk yk

in my head, they're not technically puppets for this au. they're flesh and blood, they've got bones, etc. they're actual Creatures, though they still look like Them! Julie's still pink w/ candy-corn-horns! Frank is still a gray tube! Barnaby is a big blue dog! they're just... not puppets. it's the same for the other beings in this fantasy world - they all keep the style, but they're all flesh n' blood if that makes sense. a cartoony fantasy world

so they have their little found family adventuring group titled, of course, The Neighborhood. because when they were first forming, Wally went "oh! are we a neighborhood? i've always wanted neighbors!" and it Stuck. so they all lovingly refer to each other as neighbors, even though the closest they get to being actual neighbors is pitching their tents next to each other & staying at an Inn in neighboring rooms

like your classic group of adventurers, they're almost constantly on the move. the longest they stay in one place is a couple of months - the rest of the time they're wandering! they take quests, get roped into general Shenanigans, etc. they adventure! and get into a lot of battles of varying severity

so Barnaby is still kiiiiind of a bard? best i can describe him is jack-of-all-trades moral support! he provides battle music, keeps the mood light, and stands off to the side to offer quips and tips. he prefers not to fight, and only Gets Involved when the others need Backup. even then, he usually takes the role of defending his neighbors. he has a good eye for whether or not physical support is needed - he never needs to be asked when there's a legitimate need for him! unless he's thoroughly distracted from the goings-on. he does have magic, but it's more for show / defense-based

Eddie's still pretty classically a paladin. healing powers, armor, there to be on the front lines and Protect! the group's sword and shield! he technically serves a god but he forgot who <3 he just makes the occasional general offering and mumbles some vague prayer. he's super friendly! super helpful! super willing to dive into the line of fire! Will disregard his own safety without a second thought! his magic is pretty much restricted to healing, and it's weak healing at that (maybe because he can't properly serve his god...), so it's mostly good for quick mid-battle heals and little wounds. temporary fixes!

Sally has innate fire/light magic, and she's very showy with it! she puts Flair and Pizazz into all of her casts and is very dramatic on the battlefield - she manages to turn her fights into a performance. She tag-teams keeping the Neighborhood entertained with Barnaby. he handles the humor/lightheartedness, she handles the escapism/encouragement. she writes scripts & stories in her off-time, and often reads them (or spins a new one) after dinner. when they have weeks / month breaks in one spot, sometimes she'll recruit local thespians to create a play

Frank is all about that hand-to-hand combat babey! he wants to feel bones break under his fists! he wants those split knuckles! he very often starts fights, and even more often finishes them - what he lacks in raw power he makes up for in vicious tenacity. he just Keeps On Going! he seconds as the group's Knowledge Guy. while his hobby is studying insects, he also catalogues/studies monsters and enemies and terrain so that the Neighborhood can always be prepared. the only time he stays out of fights is when he's researching or note-taking. he tries to micromanage the battle from afar anyway

Julie is like... put a druid, a fighter, and a barbarian in a blender. she's got a big sword! she's got seemingly endless energy in battle! she can talk to plants, especially flowers! her flora magic is very minor, so it's not like she's making giant roots burst out of the ground and strangle people. but plants can give her information, and if she asks nicely and they feel like it, sometimes they'll help her out. in battle she's a force to be reckoned with! nothing will stop her and her sword! she's usually the second (closely following Frank, with Eddie hot on her heels) Neighbor charging into battle - but she's the one with the stellar war cry! & where Sally and Barnaby tend to the Neighborhood's emotional wellbeing & entertainment, Julie keeps things fresh with Physical Activities during their downtime!

Poppy is a powerful healer! she draws on an individual's energy (often taps into her own as well) to convert it into healing power. it's draining but it's damn good healing! she also takes the role of the Neighborhood's cook (the others still like to help, especially Frank who is essentially her sous-chef) and makes sure they're all healthy. she hangs back during battles, waiting to (and hoping that she doesn't have to) heal a wounded Neighbor. if one of them is badly hit, she forces herself to run into battle and drag them to safety before working on their injury. she has a tiny bit of illusion magic, which she'll cast from afar to assist her Neighbors. she tries not to use it outside of emergencies - it takes a lot of energy, which she tries to conserve just in case.

Howdy has Zero Magic! none! four hands and none of them are magical! however, he's a damn good inventor & a whiz at potion making. he can Use magical items like there's no tomorrow - he just can't wield it himself. he supplies the group with potions, helpful items, all sorts of goodies - given that they can trade for it with anything he'd accept in-canon. the only exception is when they're mid-battle - he hands stuff out when needed without haggle. he supplies the group with their cash when they're not getting it from looting/quests - he has a magic backpack that can unfold into a fully-stocked merchant stall! he sells at towns, on the road, anywhere he can! In battle he hangs back with Poppy and, yes, supplies items, but he also uses ranged attacks - magical weapons that cast for him, magic 'bombs', that sort of thing! but there's a little secret - he's the Neighborhood's secret weapon. he invented fantasy guns! four magic revolvers that, when the 'second safety' is turned off, multiply into a giant clusterfuck of guns (with ammo ranging from magic 'bullets' to essentially rocket launchers). unfortunately he can only use this setting once & for a limited time before the guns overload & have to be manually repaired. so he either uses them off of the first safety (i.e, they're 'normal'), or not at all. you know shit is Really hitting the fan when he joins a fight

and Wally! Wally Wally Wally... you may have noticed that i put his class 'wizard' in quotes. that's because he says he's a wizard, but he's not! he just says he's one due to the automatic stigma and fear of what he really is - a Warlock! his patron is Home, an eldritch horror that many would classify as a demon. they have a very special, codependent pact that neither of them can live without - Wally wears their 'seal' as a house-shaped pendant on a choker (necklace) hidden under his clothes. Home is extraordinarily powerful, but Wally barely taps into that power. he has a grimoire that Home inscribed with a bunch of sigils that convert into spells when drawn & then cast in the air. the only other powers he uses are seeing-in-the-dark, seeing-magic, and opening teleportation doors! Wally can't sleep, but he can doze - though he's never fully unaware of his surroundings (its kind of like how dolphins only sleep with one half of their brain). he still eats with his eyes, which both feeds him & acts as a form of providing daily energy to Home, since Home can't exactly consume souls every day. If Wally uses too much magic, he has to rest inside of Home's house-form, which is the only time he actually fully sleeps. no one knows about Home, or that Wally is lying about his wizard status.

Home is a lovecraftian being with three forms. the first is the lowest power level - a cute one-room house with Eyes! i.e: Home Classic! Wally's pendant unfolds into it, and it's the main way Wally and Home physically interact & communicate. the second is possession - if Wally explicitly allows it, Home can completely take over his body and kind of 'tuck him away' to have a nice deep nap while Home takes the reins (Home can technically force this, but it's very difficult and would not go over well w/ Wally - it would also be an unstable possession). the third is Home's true form - a massive shadowy eldritch monster made of writhing darkness and nightmares that no one in their right mind would look at, let alone fight. Home has very complicated feelings about Wally & the Neighborhood. they are also, quite literally, Wally's heart - which is part of their pact.

i have some scene ideas & little Plot Concepts (most notably the times the Neighborhood learns two Very Big Secrets about Wally, one of which being the warlock/Home reveal).

but yeah that's moooostly it. basic stuff yk, not very in depth! just fun things to feed my maladaptive daydreaming & escapism

[unknownunseenunheard]

Angel and Darla when confronted with their past victims when ensouled: Oh god, what we did to you was awful

Spike when confronting a past victim when ensouled: Your mommy didn't love ya, I don't feel bad about killing her, and now I'm gonna beat you bloody and if you come near me again I'll rip your throat out <3

[lemongogo]

idk if its just because im a super emotional & sentimental person , but i really rly rly (many rlys later) enjoyed the use of the plant memory feathers or whatever they were called at the end of the series .. smth soo special about highlighting the power of empathy through a shared collective of anger , grief , despair, wonder , love , joy , etc … T_T .. the way everyone feels that burgeoning desire to want to be better , do better , and cultivate a community of love and peace . _AUGGGH !!!! !!!

idk how to fully describe it in the way that i wish i could , but you know that scene shortly after where a doctor connects w a visibly distressed plant to try and communicate his plan to heal her in whichever way possible , thanking her for all she’s provided and vowing to do what he can so they can begin to coexist .. T__T its just soo sweet .. or people finally seeing vash for who he is and what he represents . having direct insight into his heart and , for the first time ever , wanting the best for him. “i see.. you all know him as well .. that young man , with the gentle smile.” lkterally kill me .please please plea

+ im always thinking about the memory knives saw of the child and mother praying to the plant … the kind reverence ppl generally reserved for them , …

[thelittlespanielthatcould]

found a very cool park with a very cool dog

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Understandably So no one mentions charles when talking about the Logan movie and again Understandably So This Aint Bout Him however i do confess that as someone who had never seen Logan until like. a month ago when i was binging all the movies and without knowing a single thing about it aside from laura i cant lie i was in fact jumpscared by him being there. especially for at least like 3/4s of the movie

[gregoftom]

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pretty sure i’ve seen romance movies with scenes like this

[kingofdinosaurs]

kazuma's dislike not being listed in his profile because he actually has too many is like simultaneously the funniest thing ever and a bit of characterisation that makes me feel like I've been punched in the ribs. like the implicit dissatisfaction he feels with every facet of his life and experience is insane. going through life sometimes not even aware that he can't find it in himself to enjoy it. always thinking that something more will come when he gets his memory back or tomorrow or tomorrow or tomorrow... but he can't just look around him. he can't just take his life as it is.

[meyhew]

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[dinerfries]

needless to say i am NOT wynning

[softquietsteadylove]

Hii, first i want to say i love your work, thank you so much for writing them. I have a little request. How about Thena having a panic attack but fortunately Gil is there to help her.

I got a table close to the window in the back

Thena slipped her phone into her purse, looking around the restaurant from the entrance close to the bar.

Gil usually insisted on picking her up or at least walking with her for their dates. But he was getting off work and the restaurant they had chosen was close enough to her office that she said she could just meet him there. Besides, she didn't want Gil feeling like he had to worry about her all the time.

She was settling back into her life again. Her 'leave of absence' at work raised plenty of eyebrows, but she had never cared much what her insipid and needling coworkers thought of her. She always said that translation wasn't a job that required one to be social anyway.

Druig and Makkari were looking at houses, a few of which she'd seen in person. She was confident they would make a good choice for their lives going forward together.

She wanted him to feel like he could move on with his life from all this. She wanted him to feel like he could move in with Kari and start planning to propose again, and not worry about his sister in the process.

Druig deserved to feel free from that terrible night.

Thena tilted her head and then moved, trying to see if the restaurant had a semi-detached room or something.

"Watch it!"

She had to physically stumble back from the massive figure she had bumped into, as well as how it had turned around and nearly thrown her away for it. She blinked, muttering, "sorry."

"Do you have any idea how expensive this suit is?" the man continued to bark at her when all she had done was slightly bump into the back/side of him. He towered over her at a frightening height, even in her work heels.

"I said sorry," Thena muttered again. He was being a dick about it, but she was having trouble getting her eyes up to meet his. He didn't have to yell about it.

Maybe he had a change of heart, because he went quiet, only so he could lean closer to her. "Huh."

"Excuse me," she tried to squeak out and move away, but he put his arm out, trapping her there with him.

"Well, I might be willing to forgive the mistake," he purred. So, he did admit it was an honest mistake.

Thena froze as he reached out and tipped her chin up to look at him. He was so tall, and so in her space, and her father used to do that to her-

"You know," he continued, not noticing the wild look in her wide eyes and the jumpiness of her chest. "I'll let you buy me something from the top shelf to make up for it. What do you say, sweetheart?"

Thena gulped. She couldn't get a sound out. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her chest was tight and her hands were shaking.

"Speak up, sweet cheeks," he antagonised, still unaware of or maybe enjoying her distress.

"She's with me."

Thena felt as if she would collapse when a familiar hand pulled her away from her captor. She gripped his sleeve.

"I'm sorry, Thena," Gil whispered to her as he ushered her away from the crowd and towards the table he had. "I didn't see you come in."

She shook her head. It wasn't Gil's fault that men like that jackass really still existed in the current day.

"Did you-" Gil paused, looking at her as he took her coat from her. He laid it over the back of her chair before leaning down to her. "Thena."

She looked at him. She was holding it together. She nodded.

Gil wasn't convinced. He sat across from her, holding her hands in his, "hey, Thena, look at me."

She was. She was looking at him, but she still felt her breath coming in short little puffs. She felt lightheaded and dizzy.

"Thena," Gil repeated her name to her, hoping to see some spark of recognition in her eyes. He held her hand between his and squeezed harder, "talk to me."

"I'm fine."

She obviously wasn't.

Gil pulled her hand to his cheek, ignoring the public setting around them. "What do you feel?"

Her eyes darted around over his face. Her thumb moved faintly, feeling how he had shaved this morning but he was starting to get the faintest trace of stubble, "rough."

"Good," he whispered, moving her hand to his glass of water, already full of ice and dripping with condensation, "and?"

"Cold," she muttered, her fingers settling on the smooth of the glass. She blinked, "wet."

"Good," Gil moved their fingers to wind together, pressing his nice warm palm to hers, "and what do you see?"

Thena took a longer, fuller breath, her chest and shoulders moving with it. She looked out the window, "rain."

It wasn't raining yet, but it was expected to.

"And?"

She looked back at Gil--this sweet, perfect man. Everything she could ever want and more. She smiled, "you."

He chuckled, encouraged by her improvement, "and?"

She sighed, finally regaining some air in her lungs. She looked down at the candle on the table, and then at their plates, and the bread that was admittedly rather depleted. Not that she blamed him. She peeked up at him through her lashes, "how late I am?"

Gil smiled though. "Hey, you know I don't mind. You mentioned you were held up at your office."

Really, it was taking care of some last minute work before the weekend, and then avoiding the questions of why she was so dressed up and where she was going and why she wasn't going to join them for drinks when they hadn't seen her for months.

As if the invitation wasn't just for finding out what she had been up to while she was away.

"Something like that," she sighed. It wasn't the perfect entrance she was hoping to make, but she supposed she had arrived in one piece. She smiled at him again, "thank you, Gil."

He blushed a little, always charming in his humility. He rubbed his palms on his slacks. "You know I'm happy to help, Thena--always."

Yes, he certainly was. She tilted her head at him, anchoring herself in the weight of her ponytail swinging off her shoulder. "Perhaps we should ask for more bread when we order."

He grinned, sensing some of her more playful side coming out. He pushed the little basket closer to her, "I did save you some."

Thena accepted the offered piece of ciabatta, giving him her best 'doe eyes'. "My hero."

He blushed again, much to her delight. Maybe this date wasn't beyond salvation. Gil looked around for a server.

Thena pressed her fingers against the jagged crust of the bread, feeling it in her fingertips. She was fine--things would be fine.

"Thena?"

She looked up with a smile, eager to assure him that the moment had passed. She leaned on the edge of the table, determined to have a nice date with the man of her dreams if it killed her. "How was your day?"