#now im polar opposite

[sodaspringz]

thinking about how (c) Karl and Wilbur have nothing in common except having brown hair, being petty bitches and being in love with Quackity. now, modern au-ify them.... they are like.. the unlikely duo that teams up only because someone fucked with their mutual person of interest and now they have to hide a body together. could you IMAGINE the potential.

[goji-pilled]

She's in a bit of a silly goofy mood (she has SO many issues)

[drbtinglecannon]

Eda: *does something gross*

Darius: Were you raised in a dumpster??!

Eda: You know I wasn't, you've been to my parents house!

[vawobefanart]

Regulus equals best first cousin once removed lol

I don’t know shit about the Marauders (still trying to find someone who’s willing to explain it to me in detail), but sometimes I still imagine a world in which Regulus is alive and every time the Malfoys visit them he carries Draco off into his room to make sure that Draco grows a conscience. Also, Regulus might be the first who realizes that the obsessive Potter talk is something other than “hate”. I mean, Draco talks about Harry in front of everyone, but they’re all just like “We get it! You hate him!”, but Regulus is just like “Been there, done that. Tell me ‘bout it.”

[bisekcual]

rue goes off on their own, maybe to live in the court of craft, not lonely necessarily, surrounded by friends, but feeling particular absences at both their left side and their right. hob remains by lady syl's side, withering but fully believing rue had lied to him about their feelings. wuvvy remains in the court of wonder, cleaning up from the last bloom and preparing the next, diving herself head-first into her work to forget herself, as she always tries to.

wuvvy tries to hide behind the master of ceremonies title to avoid rue at the next bloom (suddenly she understands the strategy rue had assumed for most of their existence, how lovely a shield it can be, to pretend one is being called away when one is simply running), ends up literally dipping from some indoor event or other, maybe a themed dinner, only to step outside the palace to find hob smoking out on the steps by himself, which. when did he start smoking? and why does he look so drained when he tilts his head to look at her, then just turns back to the night sky above them? a political marriage for an old soldier. isn't that the good ending? better than martyrdom, right? right?

hob holds his cigarette up to wuvvy. and that is all it is. a cigarette. wuvvy stares at the red pin of it burning for a moment before she steps forward, plucks it from his clawed fingers, and takes a long drag. she sits down. neither of them speak. both of them are breathing the same smoke. it probably says something that neither of them cough.

"sorry for poisoning you," wuvvy says after the third or fourth pass, remembering their duel.

hob just sniffs. "it was fair play."

they pass back and forth until the nub of the cigarette is almost embarrassing to keep holding onto. hob inspects it for a moment, watching it sizzle out against itself, probably thinking about eating it. he just flicks it out into the night. they sit out there still longer, though the excuse both of them are hinging their absence on is now ash mixing with dirt on the ground before them.

there is a kind of bitter solidarity to it. neither would necessarily have sought the other out for comfort, but each can tell that the other is avoiding something inside. wuvvy finds herself wishing she had a cigarette of her own to offer the captain - the major, she remembers, blinking toward him inquisitively - just to keep the moment going. just another cigarette. just a passing of their mutual stresses silently between each other's mouths.

hob has not looked at her since he flicked out the cigarette. he's staring out somewhere into the distance. wuvvy follows his gaze, squinting into the night, and she thinks it might be somewhere toward the seafoam court, but she can't be sure.

"do you ever think about it?" hob asks after a moment.

his voice is gravelly and deep. wuvvy looks toward him, waiting for him to elaborate, but he doesn't. admittedly, he doesn't need to. what else has there been to think about, really, ever since it all happened? that bloom. that terrible, wonderful bloom. "all the time," she admits.

hob sighs heavily. the volume and force of it reminds wuvvy of a working animal, like a draft horse. she wonders how big and how pink his lungs are. he says nothing more than that.

some time passes before eventually he stands, heads in first, what a mercy. as he does, he hesitates inside the door. only turning his head halfway toward her, he says, "take your time. i'll find some excuse for you."

the door closes behind him with a heavy click before wuvvy can even think to thank him. she stares at the wood for a moment, then leans her elbows on her knees and rests her face in her hands. she wishes she had had another cigarette.

[astrochemstry]

gretel sean and oliver 'oli' green with a minor egbert!!!!!!!

[marklikely]

had a nap and dreamt that i created a review of The Thing that was just. a list of movies i thought it was strongly influenced by so heres my list of movies that Dream Me thought "wow this is just like john carpenter's the thing!"

alien (1979)

the craft (1996)

creature from the black lagoon (1954)

the pizzamen (1993) (i think i made this one up its not real but it was a 90's practical effects heavy monster movie about aliens that come to earth in the form of pizza delivery men and start using a fake pizza business to take over people's bodies)

"that one episode of the twilight zone"

and i was debating whether or not to add the faculty but i decided that i wouldnt because the pizzamen (1993) (not a real movie) would fill the same niche as the faculty (1998) (real movie)

[blushouyo]

this man... has unironically changed my brain chemistry and single-handedly ruined my life

[majorluz]

my hobbies are being a bitch and mashing different things from different medias together in my head like a big ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny

[dawnedon]

Calamity Emissary - BOTW Verse

Dawn grew up in Castle Town, immersed in the bustling life of the close-knit town. Her mother, Ayako, ran a sizeable store towards the central hub of the town, while her father, Oliver, was a Sheikah researcher that worked directly in Hyrule’s castle. He worked tirelessly to uncover the secrets and mysteries of the guardians and Divine Beasts. This meant Oliver was away from home quite often, and spent countless hours in the castle working with other researchers.

Ayako often tried getting Dawn to run the store, or to help her out. She would always talk about how Dawn would be the one to inherit her mother’s store, but Dawn was a restless child and preferred to run around the streets of Castle Town with the other kids her age instead of being tied down by responsibility. It wasn’t like Ayako needed the help, having managed the store just fine before Dawn was born, even. It created some animosity between them, Dawn eagerly clinging to her father’s side when he was home and taking interest in his research.

As time passed, things in the world began to shift more. There was talk of monsters getting closer to the protected town, and attacking people on main roads even. Something was beginning to happen, and researchers speculated the Calamity, once sealed long in the past, was beginning to come back and grip Hyrule in its influence. Oliver had taken a trip up to Zora’s Domain to help with some tweaks on Vah Ruta, when he was ambushed by monsters on the way back. Those who left a day after him found no trace of the researcher, and knights from the castle went looking for him upon their return. They found nothing at the time either, beyond a set of cracked glasses that belonged to him.

The disappearance, and likely death of Oliver pushed Dawn to leave home, being much older now. She and her mother got into a heated argument, which involved Ayako throwing objects towards Dawn. A shard of glass sliced across her hand, and Dawn left in a huff afterwards.

She lived in some stables near Castle Town for a while, leaving every now and then to explore despite the looming and growing dangers. For the time being, Dawn helped out at the stables where she could to earn some rupees, wanting to use them in order to travel and perhaps find her father.

Everything came to spiral downwards, however, when the Calamity struck. It resurrected with a great, earth-shattering ferocity, and it became clear to Dawn something was going wrong. The Divine Beasts, the Guardians, they should have been enough to push it back... but once glowing blue lights on the Beasts were a deep red, and the Guardians were in a similar state.

Dawn immediately ran back to Castle Town, not because she was worried for Ayako, but because she recalled her father had some research that might be able to help turn the tide. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but something was clearly very, very wrong. The town was overran by Guardians, the very mechanisms that were supposed to help aid Hyrule in the fight. Buildings and homes were collapsed and burning, and those that survived the initial onslaught fled the city in droves. The center of the city took the worst hit, around where Ayako’s shop was, and even their home that was situated in the residential areas was collapsed.

The door was jammed shut with debris, and Dawn couldn’t even enter through the window either. Plumes of smoke rose into the sky, choking out the sun. She could hear the screams of her neighbors as everything around her burned and was destroyed. Guardians roamed the streets, moving through the wreckage with ease. The noise of the metallic claws on the pavement rang out in her mind, and Dawn could hardly react before a laser tore through her chest and abdomen.

By all rights, Dawn should have been dead then and there. The strike missed her heart, fortunately, but the blood loss was already too much. The last thing she remembered was trying to hold it in, and collapsing.

The Calamity was her end, though it was her savior. Malice had grown across Castle Town, and that Malice was what healed her, invading her body and lingering there. She rest among the Malice, in a comatose state, as it slowly healed her over the following years.

With the damage to her body being negated, Dawn would awaken years upon years later. She rest in a great sea of Malice, pulling herself out much to her horror. The wound to her chest was completely healed, only a nasty scar remaining in it’s place. Streaks of red and purple flowed from the scar, from the influence of the Malice, and she could hear whispers of the Calamity in the back of her mind. It had healed her, and found a place in her body, yet it could not corrupt her wholly.

Dawn left Castle Town in a hurry, finding the corrupt Guardians that still roamed the decrepit town did not attack her, even when they looked her way. It was the same story for the mobs that roamed the lands of Hyrule. They left her be, and if anything, were amicable and friendly towards her. They looked to her as a leading figure, in a way, and Dawn realized they would fight for her.

This garnered her negative attention from the citizens of Hyrule, and rumors began cropping up about her. About the Calamity, and what dwelt within. She was a vessel for a piece of the Calamity, and Dawn withdrew from Hyrule’s society as much as possible.

On the flipside, the infamous Yiga Clan set their eyes on her. Many members tried approaching her, trying to kidnap her and draw out whatever pieces of the Calamity rest within her.

She went towards Mount Lanaryu, finding solace in the harsh mountain, and surprisingly, in the dragon that resided there. For one reason or another, Dawn could communicate with Naydra, and found companionship in the dragon. They were in a similar state, both weighed down by Malice and corruption. They both suffered the same pain and agony. Naydra shared a piece of their power with Dawn, the power over ice. It meant she could survive upon the harsh chill of the mountain, Naydra not having to worry about their one and only friend perishing from the elements.

Dawn spent many hours meditating in the cold waters of the Spring of Wisdom, feeling animosity and strangely enough, pity, from the goddess statue. She vowed to find a way to save both Naydra and herself from the Malice, and promised she would be back to the mountain.

During her travels across Hyrule again, she heard legends of the Hero of Hyrule being awake once more, and soon began to see the Divine Beasts were back under control. The red lights that one shone as harbingers were blue, beaming down upon Hyrule Castle.

And then, the Calamity was no more. Dawn had thought with the Calamity now gone, that it would have been eradicated from her as well, but.... it wasn’t. She still heard the disembodied voice of Ganon in the back of her mind, and the Calamity truly wasn’t gone. Just as it was ten thousand years in the past, pieces of it still remained, within Hyrule, and within Dawn too.

[pinnithin]

me: you need to pick up your novel again

brain: spend 4 hours thinking about how youve created your dnd character specifically to be the opposite of one of the other party members in every way but as theyve developed through the campaign theyve grown as close as family and discovered their opposing traits have brought out the best in each other instead

me: alright cant argue with that

[1327-1]

my childhood bestfriend being a semi popular ig girl who one of my now good friend follows . what do i do with this information. how do i reveal myself as the only sole person still around that knows about our wolf obsessed childhood … like girl i KNOW you

[thedeadthree]

🌿🍃🌱📗🧪🩺🩻🥼

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Can i see Hamsop 😍

Since you asked so nicely XD have some hamsop sketches

[jinjofitzo]

DOOTLES 

[kaonite]

Can we hear about your Misraaks headcanons pls?

hahahaaha ahah okay so this turned more into picking him apart rather than headcanons but i mixed them in there ::3 (im so sorry, i cannot be coherent at all and gushed profusely. i promise my writing is way different than the way i type this out.)

for some reason it wont let me add tags??? so i hope no one is upset by that!

-misraaks doesnt know how to be 'normal' per say, barring the fact he IS an alien(this goes with my super personal headcanon that the wolves just breed some ODD eliksni. 110% there’s something SUPER up with the wolves (or gentle weavers) as a whole. there's something in the ether turning the wolves into human simps) and is just a weird guy? Who 'turns their back' on their own without being a little fucking odd? i mean if i saw a almost 7ft tall lady and she dragged me away from my attempted suicide (thats some baggage already) and offered peace in a my cultures way id rethink my ideals too (theres more to it i know but humor me!) Also unlearning ALL you've been taught was rough and trying but he was a young mind and to be honest... that's probably for the best (no doubt sjur did use him against the wolves but i really feel their friendship was genuine, full of a lot of love and respect after he stopped being an angsty vandal with unresolved mommy issues)

-he puts on this show of being strong and unyielding but if he trusts you he just crumbles and is bare to the bone about everything. misraaks isn't afraid of being honest per say, he may come off brash but he's just telling it like it is... no sense in beating around the bush. he's not an asshole but being raised the way he was uh... some tact had be learned. 

-no no no it's not bc his mother may have been strict and terrifying to some degree so he has to be the strongest  or he feels he'll fail everyone he knows. so when someone breaks down his walls he's just a soft, sappy individual who just wants everyone to have a peaceful life together while trying to be strong for everyone else at his own mental expense. hes so passionate, charismatic and driven even with all the odds stacked against him, the fucking STRENGTH in that. (DREG STRENGTH GO! even tho he's not a dreg u get my meaning, everyone so far has deemed him as such) what a king! ❤ (praksis u call him foolish again i'll break every one of the generators in your lab)

-brings me to my next headcanon that the nightmare in the moon, horkis? Is his mother and all the teachings that she and others brought upon him as a child up until meeting sjur concentrated into one being. that if he doesn't bleed for the cause, die for the cause, then he has failed his people.  OOPS! IT'S ALL DEEP SEATED TRAUMA! 

-also headcanon she was the one to dock him? to make it extra good when he thinks back on her in the misraaks lore tab 

(I normally don't slander moms bc damn if anyone slandered my mom id throw hands but bungie gave me the scraps and im working with them and misraaks seemed like he had a pretty standard, though super strict, upbringing ::) )

-he appears haughty, self-assured and a bit cold though that's just how he projects himself... he's not actually that way? I mean, hes pretty calm and collected. he expresses a deep  loyalty and love for Sjur and cares for his fireteam immensely. He trusted his fireteam enough to take them to her resting place, how is that not vulnerability we otherwise don't really see? 

He'd throw down for his friends and loved ones because that's just how Eliksni ARE. kin is everything, even friends. he just has a different way of showing it. 

-misraaks... okay i have to say he's into poetry, or talking poetically. the way he speaks is almost... romantic (not in a bad or spicy way!) i just know that boy really SPEAKS in such an eloquent, thoughtful sense. there's a lot of meaning and love in his words. he doesn't just SAY things to fill the silence. every word has a meaning, a purpose. i love that about him. 

-okay maybe i headcanon his fireteam being all around goofballs with him at times of respite, softening out his sharp edges. making him loosen up and enjoy the little things in life rather than worrying about the bigger picture. (bungie where's that getting drunk with his fireteam lore tab? i would like to see it. you have it with the yw and crow... it's the least you could do for the misraaks stans...) i just feel its hard for him to sit and do nothing, just to fool around, be a "normal person" due to the fact his whole life up to his moment of wanting to create house light has been death and war. He was MADE for war. it'd be hard for him to adjust to a 'happier' existence without a little prodding

-he doesn't care about glory, or is doing what he does for selfish gain. he genuinely just wants to help, to create peace. so if anyone approached him with the kell of kells title he'd promptly tell them to shove it (sorry misraaks... you're in the same boat with the young wolf... you can't escape your destiny)

-can we talk about how much misraaks unlearned from sjur then YEARS later is with dusk, meets the young wolf (that annoying bastard of a guardian! :) ), they spare him then it seems like something unlocks in him. like we were the final catalyst to his dreams being real. no longer did he want to be canon fodder, or use his crew as such, he wanted to lead... to be better, to do better for his people along the guardians. maybe he could be better than just another solider dying for a cause they didn't even know at that point. he could be everything his kind rallied against and be GREATER than he was taught to be , not stepping on those deemed less than him. his MIND 

-can i just shoehorn something in real quick. I don't believe he'd practice docking after everything. I just can't see it and i always see him having trauma around docking so why would he wish that on others as a treatment under his kellship? It took him A LONG ASS TIME to unlearn how fucked up it is and how their society as whole is (ie. he literally fantasized about his mother docking him. how is that not absolutely insane to hear?)  also it'd be useless at this point, he'd need people at their prime, not missing two arms for an old, unnecessary dark practice. he doesn’t want people to fear him, if your people fear you are you truly a leader?

*cuts this ask open with a knife and lets loose a character interpretation more than headcanons* OOPS

am i projecting? maybe but bungie gave me crumbs and i am going to use them

im holding back a bunch of thoughts bc most of them center around much more personal headcanons bc this is my emotional support eliksni :') plus ive written so much already im pretty sure you all think im insane.

If anyone has anything to add feel free! Id love to hear it, you may have some ideas/headcanons/interpretations i didn't list or i never though of! of course... most of this is projecting, who doesn't do that to their fave?

and honestly, i am so open to talking about him in depth, if you want to, shoot me a message! I'll get to it! :3