#maybe answers

[emotionallydeprived-shapeshifter]

It'll all be fine, V! Why wouldn't it be?

V stands outside of Shifty's room, holding her messy notes over what Spring had said to her. She didn't wait very long to come talk to them. Spring had said something about tomorrow and she couldn't even lie to herself about how nerve racking it was. Whatever what happening, Spring wanted her, and by extension Shifty, to know that it was going on.

So just knock already.

She'd been standing there for 3 whole minutes too nervous about knocking on the door. Having finally built up the courage, she knocked with three little strikes against the door.

"Shifty? I talked to Spring. I figured some stuff out if you wanna talk. It's uh... V."

Nervous as hell already, aren't you?

-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist

They had been sitting at their desk, carving one of their wooden blocks and trying to ignore the way that the static tended to hover around them for long periods of time.

They definitely didn't fumble their carving knife in a very cartoonish way when they heard someone knock on their door, and they got up after putting both the cube and their knife down.

They open the door, already wearing their mask and hoodie, although they kept their gloves off. "She played nice then?" They teased, opening the door some more and stepping out of the way to let V in.

Their room was actually quite bare, the only traces that this was their room were the wood carvings, occasional stray black feathers strewn across their room, the drawing that Wildcard had drawn of them, and an extra blanket on their bed that had some sort of animal character on it and some sort of white fur in it. No family pictures could be found.

[yeetus-deletus666000]

I think I remembered something yesterday. I remember driving home one night after work and I think I picked up some girl named heather. Me and heather talked about some nonsense until I think she was talking about her sister Carly. I think I was friends with Heather and I think I know my first name. It was John but as of now today I saw something weird happening in the town.

I swore it never happened to anyone but the televisions started showing this:

What is this supposed to mean? I don’t know but I think someone was hijacking the tv but I think there’s more people from the other side from what people call,”The Unreality.” I have no clue on what the unreality is but our town is part of the unreal. Strangely enough I heard someone’s voice asking me for their help. The voice sounded feminine so I assumed it’s a female.

But this image your looking at up here is what I saw at the end but the main point will be reasonable. What was this broadcast supposed to mean? What is The Unreality? Where is the female at currently? Am I looking in this too deep? But I did go to where the broadcast came from. It looked like there were others. They left behind well I assumed everything in a hurry as if they would get in trouble for this broadcast. It was a mess too. Whatever happened here it definitely wasn’t good as everyone else who resided here left and definitely aren’t coming back to this building. I’m going to take some of the tapes, computers, and probably other stuff left behind because the townsfolk need to know the truth that they’re living a lie and that the town is part of The Unreality.

I decided to go back there tomorrow but I took a fully working computer, a dvd player, a television, vhs player, a bunch of vhs tapes, a camera, and even a computer drive. What was shocking was that there was a note that said that if anyone came here please take everything here because we’ve been living a lie. Expose the truth and open everyone’s eyes. ~Charlotte. Huh I guess I may not get much answers but I think I’ll get information but if I do get answers I’ll be shocked when I do. I’m going to get the truth out finally because no one wants to listen to me but I’m not crazy! Now I have proof.

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[wishfulsketching]

Ambessa would make Vander more protective over the Lanes and she would also not shut about crushing Piltover with her help, how could Silco resist that?? Giant, muscular people arguing about revolution/kicking Pilties in the face? Oof, Silco, you are done for.

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy one year anniversary to this FNAF post,,

[samble-moved]

post itself

false flags

trans/adjacent tags

accessibility features

tumblr live post (thanks for the link, @problemnyatic)

flashing / strobing / lights

unblockable flashing ad

buying ad free

staff @/macmanx guilt trip

list of staff + more issues

[future-crab]

What if you were Pluto’s most devout nun and you found out the only two people you’ve ever had romantic feelings for were God’s dead girlfriend and God’s dead daughter. Like what are you even supposed to do with that information.

[phillip-bankss]

Ok this is a long shot but I’ve been looking for this for years. Circa maybe 2017. There used to be an artist on here that was a classically trained oil painter who painted these elegant scenes where the subject was always a twink model posed erotically with very poorly drawn MSPaint style anime guys as if it was a someone’s deviantart OC photoshopped into a picture, but it was all part of the painting. He would post his pieces displayed next to the irl twink model he painted. Help me find him

[canisalbus]

LOVE machete's prey animal ass eyes he looks like hes terrified a hwak us going to carry him off

[willgrahamscock]

do you think the age difference between Will and Hannibal is too big?

perhaps there are issues between the two of them that may be of greater importance, like the murder and maybe cannibalism

[emotionallydeprived-shapeshifter]

Right. Asking questions. It's easy. You just... ask. Just do it.

It's been a few days since V had gotten back from the trip with Shifty to help Spring. In that time she had been trying to get her thoughts together. She was too curious not to ask about all of the things she had learned but the idea of asking was still terrifying.

You're making a big deal out of nothing.

She's holding two mugs of hot cocoa in her hands. A kind of peace offering. She moves one mug into the other hand, which leaves it open for her to knock with. She inhales sharply and knocks quickly. Three short little strikes like always.

"Shapes? It's V!"

-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist

The knocks were all they needed to hear to know who it was at this point, but they had to admit that hearing her call them 'Shapes' had briefly thrown them off.

They could count all the people that called them that instead of Shifty on one hand.

Not that it was a bad thing to hear, it just surprised them.

There's a brief scramble for a mask, even if it was just to open the door and take off once it was closed again. They landed on wearing the mask that V had altered herself.

They pull the door open with a hidden smile, silently moving so she could come in when she wanted to. "Quiz time?" They joke in an attempt to hide their own nerves.

They knew a lot of questionable things had been said, they had probably said some of them. They weren't like Spring, who knew how to say just the right thing and stay vague otherwise.

[akanemnon]

Ghosts. How do they work?

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[tawnysoup]

How would Isabeau and Siffrin feel about eachother’s respective critters?

TRIPLE CRITTER ANSWER ATTACK, GO!!!!

@chippin theyre FRIENDS!!! :D

@frobtt im sorry, it doesnt rly resemble a fritter anymore...

@maryonmega i dont have any spare unposted isabirds so i drew a new ones just for u. here u go

[celestialcarnival]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

probably will be FORCED by Pomp And Circumstance to go to the CLOWN HOSPITAL, for a CLOWN INJURY (may or may not be An ALLEGEDLY Fractured Foot...a MOURNFUL MALADY incurred in the most PATHETIC and LAPSIDAISICAL Fashion of TRAGICALLY UNFASHIONABLY Events......

Anyway. Forgot what I was saying. Buy me 1/25th of an x-ray or whatnot I guess