#nightshade is baffled

[moonfurthetemmie]

Thinking about the Lucidity AU

Yknow what would be funny and also very sweet

They end up with two dogs. And the new one gets along with Champ great

Shale would never let anyone intentionally go out to adopt another dog, and I doubt anyone wants to risk pissing Shale off by having another loud annoying dog. But they saw the little guy all alone and it didn’t have any ID and it was cold and dirty and so so scared and they couldn’t just leave it there etc etc

Whoever finds the little guy will probably check in with everyone else whos not part of the diabolicule, and then they go talk to those three

Lucidity’s all for it, so long as the new dog and Champ can get along okay. No one is surprised by that and they readily agree.

Nightshade doesn’t really care, though if the little mans is a breed known for being vocal, like another husky, he’s going to have some objections

Shale needs a minute he’s going to have an aneurysm. Why did you bring ANOTHER fucking dog!!! Champion was enough!!!

But one way or another the three are convinced to let the new dog stay and it’s great. And maybe Shale ends up being the new dog’s favorite human

Shale probably mostly ignores it, but little man’s wants attention! Once it gets comfortable with everyone maybe it pesters Shale a lot until he goes “Christ, what do you want?!” And then little mans sits and barks and wags its tail sosososo fast and it’s so obvious it wants pets. And it won’t leave Shale alone until he does.

And Shale starts giving it attention just to keep it from bothering him like that. And then starts keeping some toys in his office to occupy the little bastard when he’s trying to work. And then a little jar of dog treats appear on his desk.

Everyone is in shock. And afraid. They expected the new dog to be terrified of him? They know Champ isn’t but they figured that was just because Shale didn’t want to get his ass kicked for scaring Lucidity’s dog. What is going ON

Shale also takes it upon himself to train the little shit not to get up on the furniture. Which is pretty much the only training of any kind he does with it. The rest is left up to the others

okay now also imagine they somehow also end up with a cat and that becomes Nightshade’s best friend and shoulder cat.

“I distinctly remember you complaining about getting dog fur on your clothes.”

“…And?”

“But you let the cat sit on your shoulders.”

“Firstly, I’m less concerned about cat hair. Secondly I’d love to see you try to keep [cat] from doing something when they really want to. It’s a losing battle.”

“…uh huh.”

[i3utterflyeffect]

and also nightshade and victim actually being friends is a fun thought. nightshade gets vic to laugh and the other mercs are like ????? holy fuck? did vic just fucking laugh at the new guy's stupid joke??

[todays-listening]

Greetings listeners, this evenings musical selection comes from my transmasc rage playlist, my most popular playlist by far. This playlist is best suited to a high volume, lowered windows, and a deep hatred for the city you grew up in, it features acts such as Pinkshift, Slipknot, Get Scared, Fall Out Boy, and Destroy Boys

[thesundowncrew]

Nightshade might have noticed Bran's falter but drew no attention to it, tight-lipped as long as Nettie was still around. All she did was giving him a knowing grin.

She showed Gruffud a pouch, not to have and to hold but to sniff. "Heyya pup-pup, I bet you don't need these but you can smell 'em if you want!"

Nettie's question and sudden change in tone caught Nightshade's attention. "Leave? But I just got here!" she giggled, not fully understanding the depth of the child's question and anxiety. After Gruff had enough of a whiff of the pouch in her hand, Nightshade stuffed it back into her bag. She tapped her chin with a single, manicured nail as if pondering.

"I talked with Ms. Maude an' I think I'm gonna stay for a little bit! At least until Sammy comes back. What do you say? I promise I'm like waaaay more fun to play with~" said Nightshade with a cheeky wink.

Making scones all together. Maude didn’t trust her voice to stay steady anymore. She cleared her throat and smoothed her apron as though trying to smooth her nerves. No, teaching again was a poor idea, no matter the subject or the number of students. She’d best avoid it entirely. For everyone’s sake.

Nightshade mentioned Samhain’s pickiness in eating and complimented her scones again. Maude found herself too flustered to reply this time. She looked at Nightshade in surprise, her face flushed and her mouth open slightly as she fumbled for words.

Before the innkeeper could manage a single syllable, Nightshade sang out a goodbye and skipped away. Maude stared after her in bewilderment. What a baffling girl. How could she stay so cheerful under the circumstances? The innkeeper clicked her tongue and shook her head, returning to the soapy sink.

There were some mysteries she might never solve. This cat girl had created at least seven of them.

——————

In Nightshade’s absence, Bran had pulled out a puzzle to distract Nettie. They’d connected a good portion of the pieces together, forming a half-finished image of a dog napping under a shady tree (much like the shaggy dog napping beside Bran). Nettie’s shoulders had slumped, though, enthusiasm dwindling. She kept glancing toward the hall.

The moment Nightshade’s cheery voice rang out, Nettie bounced to her feet in delight, forgetting the puzzle altogether. Gruff jolted awake and bounded to Nightshade as well, seeking pets from his strange new friend. Left behind on the rug, Bran sighed and slotted another piece into the puzzle halfheartedly.

Nightshade presented the dream draughts to the children. Bran stared at his pouch with a faint frown, his brow creased. “Where’d—?” he began, then bit back his question just as quickly, his gaze flicking to Nettie. Right, she wasn’t supposed to learn Samhain had stayed at the inn. He couldn’t ask about him now. Later, maybe, if he had the chance.

“Pretty…” Nettie murmured, too focused on admiring the pouch in her own palm to notice Bran’s falter. Bubbly happiness filled the child from head to toe. That is, until a sudden fear sent a chill through her, and her smile faded. What if… this was a farewell gift? Like how Samhain had returned her flower crown when he’d said goodbye to her at dinner?

Clutching the pouch close to her chest, Nettie looked at Nightshade with blue eyes brimming with worry, her voice small. “Are you… gonna leave now?”

[archived-from-the-realm]

So, I wasn't aware that you could do bard performance checks for the Necromancy of Thay, and I have to wonder what would go through Gale's head to see a bard reciting a limerick to dispel wards in an obviously cursed book. Like imagine studying for years and this liberal arts major manages to recite a shit rhyme and do it so much easier.

[angeryyaz]

Opened fanfiction.net for the first time in centuries and I didn't think it would be that bad but like... I guess I forgot how much reader insert and author insert and mary sues there were? And it's also weirdly straight? Not only that but I looked up percy jackson fics because there are a lot of them in particular and If you sort them by number of favorites there's SO many of them pairing Percy with Artemis and Zoe Nightshade?

Like I'm usually not one to criticize ships, I love shipping things that will never happen but Rick writes a million characters you could pair Percy with and you go for the ones who want nothing to do with men? Like Artemis? The virgin goddess who Aphrodite herself has "no power" over??? The original arrow-ace?????

[azzayofchaos]

Can I ask about Stress and/or False in the mail demon au? Plz?

You may! <3

I did have help with some of the ideas in this au, so thank my lovely collaborator @queseresere for bits and pieces of it.

Stress:

- Owns a tattoo studio across from Iskall’s flower store.

- Part of the neighborhood across, I’m sure she’s joined the resistance against Red’s tyranny over the HOA

- She plays the table top game (d&d equivalent) Iskall DMs, called Vault Hunters. They’ve had two demon problems, firstly Etho, a regular player of course who keeps charming Iskall out of shopping money. Also Hels for a bit there…

- some of her tattoos; a stress monster, and an iskallium monster of course; green zinnias for friendship, nightshade blossoms, some classic roses, spiderwebs, some little angel wings, etc.

- no one fucks with her. (Well, no one but Iskall of course)

False:

- she came to town a year or two ago as a supernatural hunter/exorcist. Her attempts at bothering the mail demons was so thoroughly dismissed that she was baffled and quite charmed by them.

- Red King on the other hand? I mean, keep your friends close and your enemies closer… I wouldn’t say she’s actively trying to exorcise him anymore, especially with both of Ren’s significant others breathing down her neck, but she did start the Anti-Red King resistance in the Neighborhood and is doing her best to rally the troops and generally antagonize him. She still has a bromance with Ren though.

- she teaches kids martial arts as her main job right now. She’s still for higher if you have a ghost or a minor demonic problem… Convex should really see her about that…

- there’s so many ghosts in the river… why are there so many ghosts in the river…

[emmetverse]

⩙ That's... Literally what I want you to do? Bye?

Nightshade; who's the last person you've hugged?

⩙ That's a dumb question. Ask a better one.

[eatherstar]

Transformers: EarthSpark Missed Connection storyboard!

When I first started on the production I knew Nightshade was going to be my favorite, so getting to work on their episode was a treat!

This was the first (and only) episode I was on where we had the voice recordings before we started boarding. That is, with the exception of Bumblebee and Alex. So you still get to enjoy SOME of my scratch audio!

The intro for this episode was reworked and streamlined to get the runtime down. Originally, it opened with Robby and Mo announcing to the Terrans that today was a "no school day" which meant no tutelage, only fun. Hearing this, Nightshade gleefully runs back into the barn trying to decide which scientific field they want to study! The other kids are baffled, but Robby shrugs, "we're just gonna have to show them how it's done." Cut to the opening title card, then we return to the story with everyone gathering in the pasture.

There were some design changes that happened after the fact, like the Smart Trainer and Nightshade's helmet. The dugout in particular got switched around, which impacted some of the staging in the final show. I feel ICON did a great job adjusting the shots to match the updated set!

[f4irys4n]

love drunk

jeong yunho x neutral!reader

tags gender neutral language. reader and yunho are best friends. reader going on a date with random oc. jealous yunho. oblivious reader. secret crushing. alcohol abuse. getting drunk. smoking weed. vomiting. drunk and high yunho. drunk confessions. reader taking care of yunho. fluff towards the end.

wc 1.9k

yunho couldn't stand it. hearing you bang on about your upcoming date, despite his oh so obvious attempts at flirting with you. but what hurt more was that it was with no one other than song fucking jiyun; some stupid kid that worked in a local cafe and that just so happened to have picked on yunho throughout his entire childhood.

you knew he hated jiyun, but you always insisted that the normie boy was sorry and had changed since the mishap last year. yunho never believed you though, always insisting that jiyun was precisely the same as he was before and that he was just trying to fool you, and everyone else.

jiyun had never given you a reason to dislike him recently, he'd been sweet and polite, even slightly flirty so it wasn't surprising when he asked you to meet him after his 6pm finish to go on a small coffee date. you could say anything but yet, you'd spend years pining over yunho for him to never even notice your feelings so what was the harm in putting yourself out there?

"why did you have to say yes to him?" yunho scoffs, looking through his sketchbook, quickly turning over the sketches of you.

"do we have to go over this again?" you ask him "i said yes because i think i like him," you continue "okay? end of discussions, and all other discussions about this topic."

"fine," he huffs, throwing his book to the side of him "i just don't get what you see in him," yunho mumbled "i just thought it'd be fun for us to go to that party together and get high, you know? but i guess not."

yunho grabbed his book and stormed out of your room, leaving you confused and baffled about his attitude towards you ever since he found out of whatever thing you and yunho had.

"hey jiyun," you smiled lightly, still unable to get yunho out of your mind. everything about him had been bugging you lately, he'd been so off, and it wasn't just because i was going out with the person he painted to be his so-called 'arch nemesis.' there was more going on but typical yunho, he refused to tell you anything.

"you look so pretty," jiyun smiled at you "you want your usual? i'll make it before i clock out for the day." you nod at his question, giving him a quiet 'please.'

"are you okay?" he asks, looking at you in worry. "you seem slightly preoccupied up here," jiyun adds, lightly tapping your head with his finger as you did. god, it must be prominent in your thoughts for it to be written all over your enough for jiyun to notice.

"it's yunho," you mumble "he's being off with me, and i'm not used to it... we've been best friends for years and he's never once been like this with me," you explain, opening up to jiyun about the longer haired boy despite their obvious past with each other.

"does he know about our date?"

"yeah..." you sigh, walking up to the counter as jiyun started prepping your drink.

"then there's your answer," jiyun smiled at you with a saddened expression. "he really doesn't like me and seeing you, his best friend, go out with me has probably struck a few nerves. it's understandable, i just wished he could learn to forgive me and then it wouldn't be awkward for you."

"yeah, that's probably it." "i just hate it, you know?"

whilst you were sulking about yunho and his current behaviour towards you; the boy was sat, chatting with mingi, a freshly lit blunt in his left hand.

"i just... they know i hate him," yunho whines. whenever he got a little too drunk or stoned he always acted like a baby; he got whiny, emotional and extremely stubborn with his thinking. it was something you, and all the nightshades had to quickly learn to get accustomed to because he truly was a sensitive soul already, never mind when he was intoxicated. "and it's so obvious i like them, they're so oblivious sometimes, why can't they notice? you all do."

mingi chuckled at the boys' complaints, thinking about how ironic what yunho was saying actually is. he was whining about how you never noticed yunho's feelings when yunho himself had never noticed yours despite how sickeningly noticeable it was to everyone else. you were both dumb in his eyes, both as oblivious as each other.

"dude.. you should just tell them," mingi says, taking a hit of his blunt. "you're both so dumb.. can you see how she likes you back?"

"obviously not if they're going a date with jiyun," yunho mutters, bottom lip sticking out.

"or maybe they're trying to put themselves out there in an attempt to get over you because they think you don't like them," mingi chuckled slightly because he knew that's exactly what it was; you'd told him yourself. "how do i get through your head that they're crushing on you so hard."

"keep thinking that, mingi," yunho waffled on, "but you're mistaken, i know you are. why would they like me anyway?" "what is there to like?"

"yunho, you really need to get your head out of your ass."

some time had passed and yunho still hadn't moved from the same place, sat sulking the entire time; the only thing that had changed was the beer bottle in one hand and the bud that was in the other.

his lack of attention towards the party was honestly worrying mingi so he decided to send you a text.

mingi: 'hey y/n! i know you're on a date, but yunho's really acting weird and i really don't think he'll phase out of it until you talk to him'

your phone lights up as you sit across the table from jiyun, and you shift your gaze to it, noticing it was a text from mingi. what could he possibly want? you thought he would be lights-out drunk with yunho at this party...

"sorry jiyun, let me just reply to this, it's mingi," you smile, quickly picking your phone to quickly see what the snake haired boy had to say.

mingi: 'he's really stuck on this jiyun thing.. but it's for a different reason than what you're thinking. he's been sat sulking all night, on the verge of tears over how you never notice him but you notice jiyun. please, whenever you can, come talk to him because there's so much he wants to say to you, he just never does.'

your eyes widen as you read the text. you really didn't know yunho was as stuck on this jiyun thing as much as you thought, but it must have hit him bad for him to be on the verge of tears.

"jiyun.. i.. i'm really sorry," you start off, pouting slightly, "but i've got to go," you continue, quickly collecting your stuff.. "it's yu-" "yunho," jiyun cuts you off with a smile. "yeah..." you sigh, feeling bad for ditching him.

"i'm not annoyed y/n, i understand," jiyun smiles "you're good for each other. go talk to him, he needs you."

"thank you, jiyun, thank you so much," you smile. "i enjoyed today.. i just-" "y/n, you need to go," jiyun chuckled, watching you leave the cafe quickly.

you quickly weaved and bended around the crowds of people before seeing mingi and enid.

"y/n!" mingi yells as he sees your figure in the corner of his eye. "i'm really sorry to text you on your date.. but yunho," ajax trailed off.

"it's no worries at all, mingi. where is he?" you ask softly.

"he went off to his room around 10 minutes ago, he looked like he was about to cry," mingi said, giving you a sad smile before you quickly made your way to yunho's room.

you knocked on his door quickly, knowing that he'd probably tripped over a good few things and hurt himself in his drunken state. but there was no reply.

"yunho?" you call out, knocking on the door again.

"y/n?" he asks, voice slurred out, "wait.. it can't be y/n, they're on a date with jiyun, they wouldn't be here for me."

"yunho, it's me," you chuckle, letting yourself in.

"what are you doing here?" he asks. yunho was lying on his bed, a bottle of beer in his hand and an exhausted expression on his face. the redness surrounding his eyes showed he'd either been crying or rubbing his eyes to stop himself from crying.

"mingi told me you were acting off," you admitted "he knows nobody can get you to talk like me," you continue, sitting on the space beside him.

"i just.. never mind," yunho sighs "it's nothing."

"please speak to me," you hum, budging closer to him. "mingi said you needed to tell me something, something that you can never find the time to say," you edge him on, hoping that'd help him figure out what to say.

"it's just.. promise this won't change anything?"

"it won't yunho."

"i like you," he blurts out "heck, i think i love you. and seeing you go on a date with another guy, especially jiyun, fucking hurts. i'm so obvious about the way i feel and you never seem to fucking notice me," yunho pouts, his voice almost sounding desperate, as if he was longing for you for some time. "i just wanted you to notice me.." he sighs, eyes welling up with tears, "i just wanted you to turn around to me one day and say you liked me back to, but you never did.."

everything he was saying took you back. you were utterly shocked. yunho liked you back? was he really obvious about his feelings and you had just never noticed it at all? but you'd always thought you were obvious about how you felt towards him... maybe you were both as oblivious as each other.

"yunho, i.." "and this is where you tell me that you don't like me back, that things could never work between us, that we're just friends," yunho interrupts, mind obviously frazzled from the drink, "that i'm just a stupid boy... with a stupid crush..." he rolls off, the sadness oozing in his voice.

"yunho, that's not-" "you don't even have to say it, y/n, i already know what you're going to say."

"yunho!" you yell, catching him off guard.

"what?" he asks, confused.

"i like you too," you smile, looking at him directly in the eyes.

"you.. you do?" yunho asks, eyes widening.

"yeah..."

"but.. but jiyun.." he mumbles.

"i went on the date with him because i thought you'd never like me back so i thought i'd put myself out there to see if i'd work out with anyone else," you say to him "me and tyler don't have anything, he told me to come here, to come and see you."

"so.. you like me?" he asks, giggling a little. the person he's had a crush on for years actually likes him back? for real?

"yes yunho, i like you," you say "now can please get you cleaned and covered up... you've got beer down your shirt and you're high as hell," you chuckle, giving him a small smile. "how does a coffee sound?"

yunho nods. "sounds perfect."

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Too Fine Too Be Normal

@lexosaurus @hannahmanderr @zombiemerlin

When outsiders have to deal with any member of the weirdo trio it really is best to just roll with the punches. Plus, Orson actually LIKES his techy internet buddy; so what if he’s some kind of superhero pharaoh or something?

Orson blinks at his screen, not for the first time feeling confused and baffled over TooFine’s chat comments.

TooFine: brb gotta go eat a bat, nightshade found the plant paint I covered her fruit tree in

He’s assuming what the guy means is that ‘nightshade’, TooFine’s friend, is trying to hit him with a baseball bat. Strange and extreme but at least this time he’s not claiming to have ‘accidentally fallen into another dimension’. Whenever TooFine leaves suddenly it’s always wildy outlandish stories. Certainly there’s no way he thinks Orson actually believes them right? Yes it was very funny anyways. Reading TF’s impressive imagination always made him feel a little better about life, like even if your life is simple and plain you can bring some crazy into it with your mind.

Sometimes though, it’s clear he’s actually telling the truth, like that one time they were on voice chat and Orson dad popped in to try and convince him to let him teach him how to hunt again, Orson liked meat but he had zero desire to actually go and kill things. But TF started talking guns too, apparently that thing about TF’s in person friend having parents who made weapons was very much true. TF impressed Orson’s dad, meaning his dad now approved of the friendship. At least TF didn’t bring up that ‘ectoplasm’ stuff while his dad was around, the last thing Orson wanted was his dad thinking all his online friends were crazy too. His dad definitely didn’t believe the claim that TF’s friends parents also had a modified military vehicle they used on the actual road; something about how military treads can’t be used on roads because they’re too damaging. TF followed that up with ‘our roads can withstand some pretty heavy artillery’, Orson’s chuckle and eye roll probably convinced his dad that TF was screwing around with him a little.

Either way, hopefully TF gets back in time to keep helping him with this stupid drone he’s trying to build. He’d love to be able to go get the mail without having to actually go outside, so much wasted effort when he’d rather be gaming or reading. Then he gets a voice chat request, the voice that comes through is not TF’s

“Oh shit hey, you actually picked up, wow I can’t believe he made an outsider friend. Weird”, this new teen clears his throat, “okay so, Nightshade actually might have knocked him out in a fit of rage? So he’ll be a bit- hey! No! Put that down! You don’t get to hit him again just because I’m protecting his PDA!”.

TF actually used a PDA? Such old tech? Why? Weird.

“Emilie is PINK! PINK!”.

The boy teen groans, “ugh. Goths. Anyway, while he’s out, he give you any ideas for a good birthday gift? I’ve been banned from giving him weapons or explosives, and the last time I got him a souped up hard drive he hacked the federal government and filed the presidents taxes for some insane reason”.

Orson blinks, “I think he’s been talking a lot about electric cars and electric bikes? What happened after he… did the presidents taxes?”. He really just wants to know where this guy was going to take that level of bullshit.

“I’d rather ideas that don’t require me to steal my rich arch enemy uncles credit card. And eh, nothing much, just got abducted by some secret service folks up into the Appalachian mountains for some ‘one on one’ talks time. He got some new wicked scars out of it even, one looks like a hockey stick! I don’t even have one like that yet! But hey, what’s life without a few abductions here and there? The gov loves shooting me!”.

Orson makes a face, alright so were TF’s friends just as bad as him? Shaking his head, “get him a lock picking kit then, in case anyone abducts him with handcuffs or something”. What the actual hell? He absolutely has to google this.

“Oh that’s not bad-oh hey buddy! You good? No lumps and bumps? No booboos or owies?”.

“You jerk, I’m fine. Why is she still armed!”.

“Emile. Is. PINK”.

“It suits her!”.

“She’s a black apple tree! Pink is never her colour!”.

Oh so the goth did actually name her plants, odd but not insane. And yeah, a hacker did actually do the presidents taxes… weird. There’s no way that was actually TF right? Was he friends with an actual hacker?

“Oh T I totally voice called, or whatever, your online buddy? It seemed like the chat was recent and shit so you know”.

“Man, you are way too overprotective and way too much of a mother hen for a dead guy. Gimme that”.

“Hey at least dead hens can shoot laser beams out of their mouths, way cooler than living ones”.

TF clearly has his… PDA back, “you’re still working on that ‘let me be lazy’ drone right?”.

Orson blinks, “yes, but real talk, did you actually file the presidents taxes?”.

“Oh my zone! DP you shit head! Ugh, look the guy was trying to embezzle my towns funding to buy another yacht, so I figured hey why not forcibly report all his off shore accounts and that weird charity donation to a Russian network. I also might have gone after all his staff too? They weren’t impressed but I call anarchy and how was I supposed to know his people would actually not suck at tracking people?”.

“T, dude, I’m pretty sure the federal government and the goddamn president have better tracking than those G.I.W. morons”.

“Are you going to fix Emilie or what!”.

“Never”.

Orson flips through google results a little more and yeah, a ton of people got hacked for taxes… Hell Orson even stumbles on a whistle blower data leak about ties to Russia that he nopes out of real quick. “TF bud, that’s super concerning”.

“Heh. Fair enough and- oh shit!”. There’s an actual explosion over the line. “Hey, you wanna actually witness shit for a change, because good goddamn. DP! Have you been skipping sleep again! Why is the goddamn sleep god throwing a building at us!”.

What.

You know what.

Fuck it.

Orson sends the zoom invite, it’s accepted immediately. It’s actual pure chaos. There’s shouting, what looks like a sentient star cover blank wearing a mask in the sky, a glowing black and white teen throwing actual everything forbid bath bombs at the thing in the sky. TF looks like he’s from freaking ancient Egypt, with a helm on and everything. Then a bunch of glowing vines shove TF out of screen, a girl in a green and black body suit with a freaking cape chasing after.

For a second he’s wondering if TF is playing a massive prank on him and somehow created a hyper realistic superhero show set up. The… PDA is pointed up at the sky as the voice of the guy who started the voice chat shouts, “I HAVE MIDTERMS! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!”.

The blanket creature shouting back, “SLEEP!”.

“Oh yeah I guess I should have seen that one coming”.

Okay so. TF’s friend, whose parents make weapons, is a superhero or something? Google to the rescue.

TF shouts, “why are you stabbing me! There’s a god in the sky! Fight him!”.

“Naw, UnderGrowth actually likes Nocturne, since sleeping humans aren’t actively polluting Mother Nature”.

“Fuck that stupid grass stain”.

“I’m going to end you”.

Orson blinks at his phone, DP, Danny Phantom. A real person, in a real town, that looked like a real superhero. It’s that rumoured haunted town actually, a real haunted town. What the actual hell? Is he friends with a superhero or sidekick? Who’s also a hacker? And eats a concerning amount of meat without getting sick somehow? Has all the stories he’s been getting, and not reacting strongly too, been real??? Alright, okay, gotta play it cool self. He probably actually thought Orson was taking him seriously and has decided that Orson passed some kind of weirdness meter test. This was basically almost an identity reveal wasn’t it? Holy crap he’s involved in a real life comic book secret identity reveal.

The ‘Nocturne’ guy gets blasted into a wall, DP pelting It with eggs he got from somewhere. The Nocturne holding up a massive canister over Its head, “YOU WILL FAIL IF YOU DO NOT SLEEP!”.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit”, TF comes sorta back on screen, grabbing up his PDA, the ‘facial markings’ don’t look like make up, it looks like it’s part of his skin. “Okay okay, so that right up there is a massive thing of halothane vapour from the looks of it, fun. So we’re all probably gonna pass out here, feel free to disconnect if shit gets boring”.

Orson squeaks a little, “boring? You get up to some insane shit. Why is a… sleep god? Trying to knock y’all out?”. Roll with the punches, gotta roll with the punches. Freak out later.

TF snickers, “DP doesn’t get enough sleep and has been frustrating this ghost since he formed. God’s am I right? Ha!”.

“Get back here you!”.

“Oh for crying out loud! I’ll fix your freaking plant okay! Ugh!”. TF gets smacked into a wall all by the plant girl anyways.

Orson eyes the parts of his drone before looking back to the screen, “why are you helping a random friend you made, build a drone when this crap is going on?”. Because it seriously has to be asked.

TF uses sand to push himself out of the wall rubble, “eh, normalicy is nice and shit, plus you’re impressively chill. I bring up sneaking into a death gods liquor cabinet and you just give me a ‘that’s nice, have fun. Don’t hospitalise yourself’. Sure, Red’s chill but she’s more DP’s friend”, smirking, “and his ex, plus she rides a hoverboard and shoots ghosts so…”.

Oh okay, so there’s a fourth one. This is completely insane. Whelp. Guess he’s in it now though. Orson shrugging, “I’ve always been a pretty laid back guy, though this is definitely the craziest thing I’ve seen. Way worse than that chic on drugs or something who was trying to bite people”.

“Oh yeah drugs are bad, way worse than hacking regardless what the government has to say about it”.

Then the canister explodes, giving Orson a serious anxiety spike as bits of metal impale in things and gas starts going everywhere. DP actually does a comedic salute in the air before just falling to the ground. The Nocturne guy looks very pleased with Itself and actually wraps around the probably unconscious teen, hissing at the plant girl when she tries to approach.

TF cringing, “stupid obsessive ghosts. DP looks like he’s been bent like a shrimp”, TF moving his PDA camera and yeah the black and white teens position is kinda shrimp like.

All Orson can think to say is, “great, now I’m hungry”.

TF laughing while hurling a fist full of sand, “HA! Yeah sushi would be great right now”.

“You disgust me”.

“NONE SHALL DISTURB HIS SLUMBER!”.

Was it normal for ‘villains’ to seemingly baby heroes? Because that’s what this looks like. Nocturne literally just wants the black and white teen to sleep, that’s it. Weird. And then freaking pillow monsters??? Start storming the screen, TF and Nightshade/plant girl doing battle with them. The zoom gets cut out so Orson is just going to assume the device got broke.

…

Okay.

So.

That happened.

One question, well many really, but why is someone so tech focused going with a freaking Egyptian theme? Nightshade made sense, he’s pretty sure even her ‘code name’ is actually a plant. And DP was, well, a literal ghost so the Phantom name made sense. Weird that ghosts were actually real still. Yes he’s seen some stuff about them on the news occasionally but it still seemed so far fetched. And he’s pretty sure he saw some people dressed up as DP at last years comic con.

Weird.

Very weird.

Well. Nothing for it now. So he sends TF a message asking if he’s good. It takes multiple hours but….

TooFine: we’re good, DP’s still out cold and has been abducted into a sleep gods lair but like, we good. Sleepy Blanket won’t try to skin him like some people.

OriOri: that’s good? I mean, his skin would probably make a poor blanket?

TooFine: HA! Thats the kinda joke DP would make! He’ll be proud

TooFine: he’ll be proud whenever he wakes up

TooFine: and when Sleepy Blanket stops acting like a crazy dragon protecting its horde

TooFine: and when he finds his way back to the land of living

OriOri: it’ll be a while

TooFine: good. He really should sleep more

TooFine: the dumbass

OriOri: if he gets so little his pissed off god then yeah. That’s impressive actually

TooFine: you have no idea. Anyways, tots sorry for dipping on your little project. I’d offer Techy’s services as make up but he’s an idiot with newer tech

Orson has no clue who that is and isn’t going to ask.

OriOri: at this point I’m more curious why the heck you went with an Egyptian theme for a guy who hacks the federal gov and makes visual horror games

TooFine: eh, it would be kinda weird if a reincarnated pharaoh wasn’t Egyptian themed, you know how it is. Technically you don’t but you know you know

Orson sighs, this was so weird. But he is so not going to let on that he never believe the shit TF said.

OriOri: I guess? Now do you know how to better connect female usb c to an hdmi, cause it’s pissing me off

TooFine: *snort*

TooFine: but of course I do. Debendint on how far you need the connection to work you might have to bike something from scratch. I tots got blueprints and they are definitely not stolen from the fbi terror investigations unit. Definitely not.

Orson was probably going to get arrested one day because of this, but screw it, TF was fun to talk too and made his mostly boring life more interesting. Not interesting enough to ever consider moving to the guys nightmare town though. Not a chance in Hell.

End.

Prompts: Tucker fucked up. Hard. But it’s like, how the hell was he supposed to know that hacking the federal government was a bad idea? Nocturne takes a liking to Danny and decides to help teach him a lesson, whether Danny wants it or not. Outsider POV. Tucker makes a new online acquaintance, and will casually allude to the crazy shit he and his friends get up to while ghost hunting. The new acquaintance thinks Tucker is just embellishing the truth, until…

[shatteredspark]

People whining about nightshade being non-binary are extremely sensitive and extremely stupid, especially if they’re a transformer fan. Transformers has always been lgbt accepting AND has had lgbt characters since the 80’s. Two beastwars characters are canonically married, one of the first trans characters was also from the 90’s, some of the original 80’s voice actors are lgbt and so are some of the writers, and that’s not even scratching the surface?? The Idw comics, prime, cyberverse, and RID2015 are filled with lgbt characters. It’s baffling to me that people are acting like this is new when it’s been happening since before some of these guys have been born.

If you can’t handle a fictional alien robot being a different gender than what’s considered ��normal” I think you’re extremely slow. Seeing people on tiktok say that Optimus would literally g0re nightshade for being non-binary is sickening.

We really can’t let another kids show with lgbt rep being treated as normal get taken down. It happened with owl house, it happened with paranormal park, and it could happen to earthspark. It’s insane

[jazaesis]

Mmm meta ai….

Think it might be about time I start posting here full time. In all truthfulness I’ve had such a hard time with instagram for the last 2 years, I’ve hated how the platform has changed (especially the fact that they now hide all of the accounts’ posts that I follow from the main feed).

It’s been a bit hard to transfer over as I wasn’t super familiar with tumblr (still kinda ain’t), and the fact that most of my friends were primarily insta (though most have started to make their way here now yay!)

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that a major company suddenly thought it was a good idea to leach of their public platform to feed to ai generators,,, like when you are that massive and influential, you have a responsibility to the public, ESPECIALLY when you claim to be a platform for creatives and people to share their experiences and works….

Just baffles me.

Gonna start experimenting with glaze and nightshade for sure, probably still gonna keep my insta account bc that’s where most of my commission comes from (crying) 😔✌️

Yeahhhhh anyways, gonna really work on building this blog and making a greater effort to get to know the community here this summer now that I’m graduated and have time

If anyone has experience with glaze or nightshade, please let me know what you think of it or share any tips!

[prvtocol]

@sayitan : warning,   sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning. / but make it nightshade!neteyam 👀 | actions speak louder than words ( always accepting this one )᠂ ⚘ ˚

“Stand down. It's alright.” A warble of an order tumbles out but it’s enough to halt a fellow researcher who bravely stepped forward when the knife’s edge found the director’s long neck. How this single blue evaded the security perimeter of the research site, taking out all SecOps personnel including an AMP, and half a dozen soldiers, leaves those huddled up in the central lab baffled. But not Brianne. The intel on this vigilante cutting the throats of all who cross his path is pervasive enough to take notice. He appears a lot younger than she expected, however.

The feel of the sharpened river crystal at her throat only lessens her resolve to hold her frightened gaze on his cold stare. There's nothing about her tall recom form that gives strength to feel anything but powerless in this situation. And perhaps more so if he views such bodies as even more dispendable.

“You’re him, aren’t you? The one the soldiers tell stories of.” Nightshade, they dubbed him, deadly and elusive.

“Please. We are unarmed. We are not fighters. Astrid, please translate this for me.” Brianne’s Na’vi is legible, but Astrid’s holds clearer pronunciation. There can be no miscommunication in this situation. The lab head concedes, lifting her palms where they froze, pressed against the lab station; she almost made it to the internal comm-unit to call for backup. Her translation starts, Brianne continues with strained resolve, her ears pathetically pinned back. “We are scientists. We mean no harm.”

[thesundowncrew]

The mythos' hands stood in place, the gauze limply dressed on their palms. Without any cue (or sense of personal space), Nightshade unwrapped one band-aid (with the glow-in-the-dark stars) and secured one around the largest cut she could find on their fingers; humming idly as she did so.

“Why… are you being so nice to me?”

"Hm?" The question didn't catch Nightshade off-guard - the opposite really. People and mythos alike have asked that question so many times now, and she was always amused as the first time she heard it. They tried to hide it though, quickly adding the bit of appreciation to cover up their tracks. Nightshade found it cute. "A good friend once told me 'kindness shouldn't be earned - it should be freely given'! He probably got that from a book but I still stand by it!" she giggled back, already unwrapping a second band-aid. This one had candy hearts on it. "Besides, us cuties gotta stick together!"

"But you're right about one thing - I don't know you! It's a little late but hi," she waved excitedly with one free hand while the other held the band-aid, at the ready. "I'm called Nightshade! Whaddabout you? How should I address ya?"

Loads of practice. It certainly seemed that way. Daughter could accept the answer for now — dizziness numbed her usual desire to prod for details. Maybe she’d bumped her head after all.

Daughter had been about to bandage her cuts with the gauze alone, her hands clumsier than normal (a frustrating inconvenience), but she paused at the sound of the other’s bag unzipping. An assortment of bandaids. Colorful, patterned, and abundant. And a tiny container of healing balm, apparently made by the tree-climber. She offered them to Daughter.

Daughter looked at her in wonder, the gauze half-forgotten in her hands. “Why… are you being so nice to me?” The question slipped out. “I appreciate it,” Daughter added quickly, not wanting to seem ungrateful. She didn’t sense any deceit from the other, but she’d never been the best at sensing deceit in the first place. This was simply different from what she was used to. She was used to… kids throwing her bag in a tree. “I just… I haven’t done anything to earn it. You don’t even know me.”

[opheliajupiter99]

Birthday Girl Pt.2

Gricko awoke with a start. He was surrounded by darkness, and when he tried to adjust himself, he quickly realized he was confined in a small space; big enough for him to sit in, and move a bit, but he couldn't feel any exit. The shape of it reminded him a bit of a potbelly stove. What in the holy hell just happened? He remembered walking through the swamps, following after Hootsie, tripping on something, and then...

He had no idea. He huffed, thinking perhaps he'd gotten stuck somewhere, maybe slid down an embank and down a hole or something. But then he realized, he could feel whatever he was inside slowly but surely moving...was he going down river? He roughly shoved his full weight against the side of wherever he was, his shoulder crying out in pain as he quickly discovered the surface was made of hard metal.

"Hey! Stop that!" Came a slightly muffled voice beyond the walls of his containment. Wait...he recognized that voice! That was Mr. Munch, a character from the Ratman Child Casino he'd spent so many beloved birthdays with Hootsie in. A big, fat purple Bugbear character with a bright orange shirt and a tuft of blonde hair lazily draped over his wide head, with wide green eyes and a big goofy grin.

"Mr. Munch?" Gricko blurted out in confusion, the lumbering robot seeming to halt in his movements, as the movement stopped. "Yeah!" He said that child-like manner of speaking and goofy tone just the same as he recalled from Casino. Gricko paused for a moment, that answer only confusing further, but eventually he continued. "W-Where am I?"

"In my chest cavity!" There was another moment of silence, this one longer than the first. This time, Mr. Munch broke the silence. "What's wrong?" "What's wrong?!" The baffled goblin replied. "Whattya mean what's wrong? Ya freakin' kidnap me and ya ask me what's wrong?!" Mr. Munch fell silent, a soft sniffle echoing through his gears. Gricko's face softened a bit. He always was supposed to be the big lovable oaf of the group, the most innocent.

"I-I dunno.." Mr. Munch said with another sniffle. "Granny said Hootsie needed a birthday! B-But that she can't get to any of the locations, cause she's here, so-" The goblin's eyes widened, shaking his head. "No, no, no, ya don't mean...G-Granny Nightshade?" Mr. Munch paused. "...How you know that?" Before Gricko could reply, he could heard leaves rustling from behind the metal walls of his containment, the metal around him creaking as the robot adjusted, presumably to look towards the sound.

"Hey! Where ya been? I've been looking all over for you!" Came another voice. He recognized this one too; it was the voice of Helen Henny, another character from the Casino - Hootsie's favorite. Her tone wasn't the same as the location like Mr. Munch's ones, though, it sounded impatient, downright nasty. Mr. Munch fumbled over his words for a moment, before Helen huffed. "Oh whatever, nevermind...I got the girl, open up your chest. Yours is the only one big enough!"

Gricko gasped as softly as he could; he didn't even know if anyone beyond Mr. Munch himself could hear him from in here, but he wasn't taking any chances. The girl...she must mean Hootsie! But what could he do from in here?! At least if she was captured, it meant she wasn't dead...either way, he started to cry, curling up in the space he was lost in. When he started crying, the sound reverberating from the mechanical workings of the hulking animatronic, he could hear the lumbering hulk move back slightly. "Nuh uh." Mr. Munch said finally. "Her papa's really sad. I don't think this party's fun anymore." He said solemnly.

Helen gasped. "What?! Oh, come on! It's gonna be great! Now open up your chest, we're running late!" "Nuh uh!" Mr. Munch repeated. Regardless of his limitations, too heavy and comparison to do many of the things the other characters could, and often considered a joke character amongst the cast, the Bugbear bot would not be moved. Helen stomped her mechanical clawed foot against the ground roughly, huffing. "You're such a party pooper! Fine! I'll just carry her the old-fashioned way! But you -better- be there for the party!"

Helen said with a huff, speaking akin to a spoiled rich child, inconvenienced by the existence of others. She stomped off in the other direction, Gricko only speaking again when the sound was far in the distance. "Thank you. Now we gotta save her! It's a lot to explain, but that Granny ain't plannin' anythin' good for my daughter, ya can be sure of that." Mr. Munch paused; he was -really- not sure how to do that, even if physically he outmatched the others, he sure as heck didn't outmatch Granny Nightshade. "Uh...okay!" He eventually said. Even if he couldn't do it, he'd sure try!

(@paperfen more FNAF-OUAW goodness!)