#steller tags

[uncertain-disaster]

[id: tags from @fox-mulder-gets-pegged that read "#she cornered me in the car and asked what shipping was and i almost had a fucking heart attack #imagine being 16 years old and having to explain knotting to your mother #random emo music girl I'm glad you had fun talking about your Band Guys to my mother #bc i also attended take your kid to work day at that office and i know how boring it was #but Christ alive why did you have to fuck me like that? #anyways i hope this post reaches you so at the very least you know I think about you at least once a week #this has been weighing on me for ten years #im almost tempted to blaze this post" /end id]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[sealsdaily]

Wikipedia image for pinnipeds

Today's Seals Are: Purveyors of Knowledge

[egginfroggin]

*yeets this and runs*

My hand regrets my decision to try for more realistic wings, frankly

Transcriptions:

Mabel Pines - Steller's Jay

Dipper Pines - Blue Jay

fledglings

can't quite fly yet

wing's aren't adult-sized yet

Dipper often forgets to preen

Mabel likes to put glitter in her wings (and Dipper's, when possible)

Dipper collects his primaries to make quill pens

Mabel collects their feathers for crafting

Yeah so I'm just gonna drop this here and uhhhhh run, thanks for checking this, and I hope you have a good day

(program: krita; time taken: about 1 hr 45 minutes)

[samglyph]

Get adopted idiot

(Aeran uses he/they, Steller (the kid) uses he/him)

[ashfdhfgdsfk]

so apparently being indecisive af transcends species

[chaocardboard]

Ive heard theres a few VT discords around but i legit dont know if im welcome in any of them or how to even get there 😭

[yourlocalbug]

Some shitty ace attorney but bird doodles

Certainly not my best work but eh, nothing good is made when its midnight and your ac is broken in 90+ degree weather.

I will probably draw these better at a later date when im not actively melting.

[celery-artdump]

weirdo

people should start doing jayf designs based on their local jay species. heres jayf as a california scrub-jay

[vershl]

your fankid looks alot like Emthim's fankid Steller... did you copy her?

@emthimofnight Sorry for tagging you in this fuckassery, but I drew Stellar. <3 To answer the ask:

TLDR; I didn't copy Emthim, these color palettes and markings are everywhere in the fankid community. I love her and her art, and I will eat both her fankids and my tiny one.

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No. I did not copy Stellar. Vespera's colors and markings were purely coinflipped (aside from the star, that was already going to happen because of Shadow's nickname 'starlight' for her).

Many fankids share similar color palettes AND markings AND backstories. Vespera shares the same origin story with Stellar and many, many other fankids. The whole test tube baby created by Eggman stealing DNA from Shadow and Sonic is a popular one, and mine does have differences.

The only thing Emthim gave me, was the aggressive urge to make my own fankid. Her art and posts of Stellar and her other fankids were attacking my feed while I was out of town in another state, the post of my Dadow and Vespera I drew the same day I got home from an 8 hour drive LOL.

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 38]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite their tensions. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chapter 38 - Scar and BigB finally have a chance to talk. Scar also does some target practice. Grian is not invited.

📝 Words: 13,351

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 38 on AO3

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“Let’s not waste time and ammunition,” he continues. “I know I’m a good shot.”

The assurance feels strange but not bad. Like a tailored shirt that still needs the cuffs and buttons put in properly. It clearly catches Cleo’s attention, their eyebrows raising as they exchange a wordless look with Etho.

“That’s not really how we do things here, Scar—” She begins, but their next words are cut off as Scar puts his hand out, reaching towards Etho and his pistol.

Without an argument, Etho hands it over. The pistol feels different in Scar’s hand, though no less familiar than any other firearm he’s used. Without waiting to warm up or check its sights, Scar turns it towards the hanging target, still swinging from when Etho shot it.

The trigger pulls back and another shot echoes through the trees, disturbing a pair of steller’s jays that begin squawking at them from the upper branches.

The target continues its pendulum swing, boosted wildly by the energy of the bullet that collided with it. It takes a second for Cleo to catch it, having to nab it out of the air in order to study the result of his shot.

Scar doesn’t mean to brag, but he does feel a burst of pride when he sees it: the slug of his bullet, buried in the exact same niche that Etho’s shot had created.

Etho whistles low, chuckling right after, and Scar grins, beaming wide when Cleo looks his way. To their credit, they’re also smiling, shaking their head in a manner that reads more amused than anything else. Clicking the safety back into place, Scar extends the pistol back out to Etho, who takes it easily and places it back in his holster.

“Am I ready now?” Scar asks. He knows it’s cocky of him, but he can’t help but be a little bold, knowing he’s more than proved himself.

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A brand new chapter of TAMN to finish off the week! A nice Scar POV too, for those who have been so patient <3 (And a reminder that the TAMN Discord is thriving! Feel free to join for chapter talk and memes, or even just to lurk!) Thank you, as always, for your tremendous support of our fic!

You can read the whole fic thus-far in the link below ↓↓↓

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

[battle-of-the-birds]

Remember to read about the contestants before voting!

Steller’s Jay

The Steller’s Jay is a bird with wonderful plumage, but also a wonderful brain too. Related to the blue Jay, so much so that interspecies breeding has been seen, this bird will copy the call of the red tailed Hawk in order to scare away birds from potential food sources. Learn More!

California Condor

The blast from the past, the California Condor is not entirely unlike the Coelacanth. They are from a time of giants, a prehistoric creature who is STILL WITH US today! This particular Condor in the photo is named “Amigo”. There are so few of them, almost all of them are tagged with particular names. It was brought back from the brink of extinction, and we are very lucky to still have them here with us. Learn More!

(Steller’s Jay photo by Bryan Calk) (California Condor photo by Patrick Sysiong)

[tobiornot-tobi]

Oh my gods... thank you ❤️

:)

[iamsweden]

WE GET POSSESSED? | Ghost Hunting with Friends! Pt. 1 Before the Hunt

Summary: 

While filming what should be a routine “ghost hunting” urban exploration video with her friends, Tressa uncovers old secrets that should have stayed hidden.

A/N:

Celebrate Halloween with me by reading this obscure Octopath Ghost Hunting Youtuber parody AU?

This is really just a fun little thing I wanted to do, so I’ll posting chapters as soon as I finish them! That means minimal editing, so I apologize for any errors! I just want to get as much done as possible before Halloween hits tomorrow :)

I’m also cross-posting this fic on AO3 but without the extra formatting. Click HERE to read! 

All chapters will be tagged with #ghosthuntingwfriends if you'd like to follow along!

Enjoy!

WE GET POSSESSED? | Ghost Hunting with Friends!

515,962 views | Oct 31, 2024

For this week’s treasure hunt, I take my friends on a Spooky Halloween Adventure to the HAUNTED Old Royal Academy in Atlasdam! 

Featuring: 

Ophilia (@AskSisterOphilia)

Cyrus (@historywithcyrus)

Therion & Alfyn (@GrabBagGames, @DontTalkToMe, @thatherbguy)

Primrose (@primroseazelhart)

Olberic

H’aanit & Linde

Follow me!

IG and X: @TressaColzione

Edited by Noa (@wyndyseagull)

Time Stamps:

0:00 - Before the hunt

3:30 - FIRST FLOOR

8:50 - SECOND FLOOR

19:51 - THIRD FLOOR

25:02 - HEADMASTER’S OFFICE

33:28 - TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

38:02 - History Lesson Break

46:57 - THE H4TCH

48:36 - B4SEM3N+

66:66:66 - F4LL1NG IN+0 +H3 A8Y5S

1:19:58 - CALLING THE EXORCIST

1:24:20 - NVM WE’RE GOOD

1:36:21 - REFLECTION

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BEFORE THE HUNT

Since diving headfirst into her steller youtube career, Tressa has learned several valuable lessons: avoid drama, thoroughly vet and research any potential sponsorships, create backups of all her files and videos, etc. You know, the stuff anyone in the business will tell you to watch out for. And even though Tressa hasn’t been on the scene very long, at least compared to some of her peers, she really feels as though she’s gotten the hang of this youtube vlogger thing.

So when she rolls up to the looming, imposing facade of the abandoned Old Royal Academy in northern Atlasdam, Tressa doesn’t have a worry in the world. Tonight is gonna go off without a hitch. Once all of her friends get here, she’s sure they’ll be having too much fun exploring the old place to get scared.

Tressa can’t think of anyone else she’d want to guest star in her next big video than these guys. Even if they all make different kinds of content (or no content at all, in Olberic and H’aanit’s cases), everyone is guaranteed to come out of this venture with a special video of their own.

Cyrus and Olberic are here first, of course. They live in Atlasdam for one, and Cyrus specifically helped her nab permission to shoot on the premises tonight. His set up is frighteningly simple and devastatingly slapstick: a cheap video camera and likely even cheaper clip-on microphone. Olberic holds the camera steady with the fortitude of a statue. Cyrus barely pauses his agonizing ramble about the history of the college to wave at her in greeting.

“...thereby earning itself the new descriptor ‘old’ in 1847. However, the Old Royal Academy’s doors would remain open for several years yet, producing such austere minds as esteemed poet and playwright Simeon Ventus and Atlasdam native Yvon Baudelaire, who earned the title of second president of the (new) Royal Academy in 1864. Shortly after his inauguration, his alma mater would mysteriously catch fire, destroying a large part of the northern part of campus and compromising the structural integrity of the building as a whole. Regrettably, the fire claimed the lives of forty-eight students, teachers, and staff. The school closed, never to open again. As you can clearly see behind me, however, the Atlasdam Historical Society restored the building with the intent of transforming it into a protected historical landmark. While repairs were completed in 1962, a series of logistical mishaps stagnated the effort, leading to the project’s abandonment in 1970.”

With his very interesting and not at all boring monologue finished (for now), Cyrus claps his hands and spins on his heel towards Tressa, donning a mighty grin. “And here is our intrepid adventurer now, come to lead us on a journey through this stunning piece of history! How have you been, my dear?”

“Good!” she says, dragging her last duffle bag out of the back of her car. She brought more than enough gadgets and gizmos for everyone to use tonight. 

Tressa has REM pods. EVPs. A bunch of different radios. This weird little teddy bear that talks to ghosts and records spooky sounds. A deck of tarot cards–though they’re mostly for show instead of, like, actual use in studying the paranormal. If there are ghosts and ghouls and demons lurking in that old spooky place, Tressa will find them.

And if not, because, let’s be real, ghosts aren’t real, she’ll have a ton of stuff she can use to edit spooks and scares in post! Her editor Noa always knows how to turn a boring video into something wild and interesting.

While Cyrus paws through her gear, critically examining each piece of probable junk, Olberic hums. “And these… items are supposed to help you do what, exactly?” he asks.

Tressa counts on her fingers: “Pick up weird ghost noises, talk to ghosts, catch apparitions, detect temperature fluctuations–oh, and this thing senses movement!”

“Ghosts are said to manifest as fluctuating energy,” Cyrus explains, holding the Boo Buddy teddy bear out at length. He pokes at its button nose. Then Cyrus hands the bear to his husband, who gingerly accepts it. “Paranormal investigators use sensitive equipment to measure that energy. I read through the wikipedia article last night.”

“I see,” Olberic evenly says.

Yes, their first real skeptic of the night! Cyrus is going to take this investigation so seriously, but she’s really counting on Olberic to keep realistic expectations! It’ll create a nice narrative for the evening, especially when everyone else gets here.

And speaking of the rest of their friends–

Next pulls up a real rust bucket of a truck, the back of which is covered in faded bumper stickers. Most of the decals are meme-y stickers from their own store, but there’s more than a couple hippy environmental messages thrown into the mix. The second the truck clunks into park, Therion tears out of his seat, indignantly hissing, “We’re fucking over.”

“Huh?” Tressa asks right as Alfyn calls through the still open door, “He broke up with me because my swag is–”

Therion slams the door shut.

“I’m done,” he reiterates, daring anyone to challenge him.

Tressa rolls her eyes. They’ll be back together within the hour. 

Or so she thinks, until Alfyn joins the group, proudly standing before them while looking like an absolute idiot. Tressa doesn’t know what’s more egregious, the hat that says Paranormal Investigator or the shirt that says, This is my Ghost Hunting Buddy! with a big arrow pointed to the left. Presumably the shirt is half of a matching set. If Therion didn’t set fire to his shirt, it probably got thrown out the window to rot in a ditch somewhere.

(At least that’s what he’ll likely tell them–Tressa wouldn’t be surprised if he’s wearing it right now, kept hidden by his stupid hoodie.)

Tressa reminds herself that she loves Alfyn and Therion and values their friendship. She really does. She really, really does.

“I’m gonna text Prim and see where they’re at,” Tressa mutters, abandoning Cyrus and Olberic to deal with whatever that is.

She quickly rounds the corner, using her phone as a light. The academy rises high into the sky, blocking out the moon from this side and bathing the street in stolid darkness. Dead leaves sweep across the broken sidewalk and crunch underfoot. The gothic metal fence lining the property is painted a chipped black. The Halloween vibes are off the chart out here. If she hadn’t come out earlier to shoot some B-roll, this would be the perfect time.

the girlssssss 4 people Thursday 8:07 PM tressa Whats you guys’s ETA Alf and therion just got here Therions already throwing a fit prim we’re about 6 mins out. phili Oh no! What happened? tressa they broke up bc Alf looks stupid. prim I swear to sealctige. Sorry Phili. phili I’m sure he looks fine :) tressa He really doesn’t tho. prim well we’ll be there soon. hold fast soldier. tressa o7

Before Tressa heads back to the guys, she pauses for a moment. The air is cool but not uncomfortably so, yet a shiver still snakes its way up her spine. She zips up her vest and tugs the cuffs of her sweater over her fingers.

It’s pretty out here, sure, but it is genuinely pretty creepy, too. There are no street lights around the academy–save a large spotlight out front, illuminating the main front gate. The fence isn’t that high either. Even if it’s topped with ornate spikes, that wouldn’t be enough to stop any ne'er do wells from entering. Yet when Tressa was here earlier to film, she didn’t see any graffiti on the walls or trash strewn about the yard. The academy is in tiptop shape. Well, as in-shape as any old, abandoned building can be.

But it’s still weird that it’s so abandoned, right? Like, there’s not a lot of security around the building either. The front gate is padlocked shut, with the key held solely by some up and up from the (new) Royal Academy.

Tressa warily eyes the dark facade, half expecting to see something looking back at her from one of the windows.

But the place is as empty and lifeless as ever.

She’s psyching herself out for no reason. Ghosts aren’t real, and they’re not in any kind of danger. If they do happen to run into someone unsavory inside, they’ll surely turn tail and run at the sight of Olberic and H’aanit.

Tressa shakes her head. Prim, H’aanit, and Phili will be here soon. She needs to head back out front and–

Darkness swoops in as her phone’s flashlight turns off. Tressa flails in surprise, nearly throwing her phone–but self preservation keeps her fingers locked tight around it. She taps on the screen to turn it back on, but it’s like frozen or something, stuck on the background image of her, Ali, and Noa at the fair this summer. The time reads 8:88.

Wait. What? She looks closer, squinting at the dimmed brightness. Okay, yeah, she just misread it. It’s 8:14. 

That’s still… weird, though. It wasn’t that late before when she texted Primrose and Ophilia, right? Is her phone on the fritz? Damn Apple, making crappy, overpriced products. Tressa smacks the side of it, clicking the buttons over and over, trying to force it to restart.

Eventually, it unfreezes and the screen goes black. She keeps holding the buttons, waiting for that stupid little apple to pop up and show it’s restarting, but it never shows. Instead, her lock screen flashes back on. It shows a couple missed calls and new texts:

dumdum did you fall in a manhole or smthn — phili Hello? Where are you? Are you okay? — Missed Call from alf — alf Everything ok? where’d you go for real tress we’re gettin worried — dumdum shortstack where did you go if ur doing a prank video i’ll kill you i’ll seriously do it. — Missed Call from alf Missed Call from phili

Before Tressa can respond or even figure out what everyone’s talking about, a blurred, unflattering picture of Therion fills the screen. Her ringtone blares, cutting through the silence like a jagged knife. She answers. “Hey–”

“It’s about damn time!” he interrupts, sounding breathless. “Where the hell did you go? Did you get kidnapped?”

“I’m like twenty feet away from you, just around the corner of the building,” she snaps, marching back down the sidewalk towards the main gate. “I stepped away to text Prim.”

“Yeah, like ten minutes ago! They’ve been asking us where you are.”

Ten minutes? But that’s….

Tressa rounds the corner, stepping back into the buzzing fluorescent light. Cyrus and Olberic still stand by the gate next to her ghost hunting equipment, but now they’re joined by Primrose, trying to convince them that this isn’t something we need to call the cops over, calm down.

“Perhaps she took a wronge turn and lost her way,” H’aanit suggests, though her brow pinches in concern as she scans the street–and then finds Tressa.

“Okay, well, bye,” Tressa mutters before hanging up on Therion. To the rest of her friends, she says, “I had some phone trouble and I think I zoned out for a bit! I’m good though!”

Everyone breathes a collective sigh of relief. Primrose’s thumbs fly across her phone screen as she texts Alfyn and Therion–missing from the group–that Tressa is back.

Tressa becomes a broken record as she assures her friends she’s fine, that she just lost track of time, that nothing happened. No, she didn’t get lost. Yes, she’s really okay. No, she didn’t see Alfyn or Therion–

“I don’t see how you didn’t,” Primrose says, giving her a thorough scan for–what, any injuries Tressa may be hiding from them? “They both went looking for you. You’re sure you just walked around the corner? Kept to the sidewalk?”

Tressa nods. “Yeah, I stood beside the fence the whole time. I don’t know what else to say. I didn’t go anywhere, I swear.”

“What matters is that you’re safe,” Ophilia decides, descending upon the interrogation with all the grace of a saint. She wears a beatific smile that completely unravels the tension. “Let’s head inside. When Alfyn and Therion rejoin us, we can begin filming.”

[samglyph]

Bunch of sad yearning dance sketches that I’m just a bit too burnt out to clean up

[emthimofnight]

Hey! My name is razzjazzazz! It won't let me turn off the anonymous thing, so I just thought I'd tell you. I was commissioned to draw your fan kid named Steller. They said this is the right page. They told me your username and told me it was a Sonic fan kid between Sonic and Shadow. I looked through your artwork and wanted to say that it is adorable! I don't get a lot of commissions involving Sonic. I have my own fan kid--I'm gonna have to post her sometime. Anyway, I'm rambling. I usually like to ask permission to draw other peoples characters, especially if I'm getting paid to do it. If you do not feel comfortable with me getting paid to draw your character, don't be afraid to turn me down. I and the commissioner will be patient for your answer. Have a great day!

HUH?? Someone is commissioning you to draw MY baby girl?? 🥺 That's so sweet!! Of course you can draw her, so long as they aren't asking her to be drawn in any nsfw kind of way! Thank you so much for checking with me first!!!

(tagging your account so it is easy for you to find my response @razzjazzazz )

[trannykong]

Keep an eye out for the love of my life the

STELLER’S JAY

i love doing animal posts, all my facts are about 90% correct but that's good enough for show business and anyway i could just talk about animals forever. i should just force all my followers to hear my opinions on some birds i just saw. i deserve it.