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[blueteller]

You guys ever think about how funny it is that the whole reason why Cale did not have try at all to impersonate the original Cale, was because no one actually knew anything about him, despite the fact that everybody knew about him? On an international scale, even??

Cale: (doing an absolutely terrible job at being trash) Everybody else: That doesn't sound right, but I don't know enough about Cale Henituse to dispute it

[starryeyed-seer]

me: I'm not a bat

Mr pages: (stuffing novels under its robe): I must abscond

[locke-esque-monster]

Anyone else notice Ed Colman, the trickster's assumed/fake identity in "Mystery Spot" has a lot in common with Jimmy Novak's backstory?

Namely: a guy who sells ad space and has a wife named Amelia. He even wears a long tan-ish jacket that looks a little like Cas's trench coat in style, if not the exact color (and if it had a faint pattern).

So either someone on the writing staff pulled this from real life, and happened to use it twice. Or "selling ad space with a wife named Amelia" is the writers' go-to for the most generic normality they can think of.

[mothhue]

i point at you

talk about robots

-totally not an australian paper bag

HEHEHE YAAAAYYYY!!!!! >:D I GET TO GO INSANE ABOUT THE SILLIES!!

Alrighty, soo...

Haunted scrapyard is an original project me and my friends have been working on, it's about six haunted robots going through all sorts of shinaniganry and adventures. With a good dose of villains, side characters and found family. Here's some assorted drawings/doodles I did for it!!

I adore haunted scrapyard so much, and I've been having a blast working on it!

...in fact, I've been having so much fun, that I uh

...yeah this is. a VERY small spoiler-free portion of the art I did for this project. (I also have over 7 documents written with over 20k words combined, not to mention the countless paragraphs I've written over on discord but let's ignore that for now)

If you're interested and want to check it out, HEHE THANK YOU :D!!! I heavily recommend looking through this document for a nice introduction to it!! We also have a blog centered around them, @haunted-scrapyard, but it's more of a glorious chaotic doodle pile. I would love love love it for people to check it out!!

Anyways, I ADORE THESE ROBOTS SO MUUCH AUGHAGUDHFKF My brain is completely full of these guys right now I am actively going feral. I need to be less shy and more cringe about them on here I am spinning around in my enclosure

[purplepeptobismol]

Since Kenny was poor, he wasn’t able to watch cabled TV like the other boys (unless he was hanging out in their house). So I headcanon that he used to watch Qubo instead, and his favorite show was definitely Jacob Two Two.

[everysongineverykey]

read a screen rant article that argued that future knives out movies should feature recurring characters to "flesh out blanc's character" and "make him a more interesting lead" and that "all detectives need a team"........ what if i killed you lol

[sugarlesswriting]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Total Drama (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Courtney/Duncan (Total Drama), Gwen/Trent (Total Drama), Bridgette/Geoff (Total Drama) Characters: Courtney (Total Drama), Duncan (Total Drama), Gwen (Total Drama), Trent (Total Drama), Devon "DJ" Joseph Additional Tags: cryptid, Mystery, Paranormal, Murder Mystery Summary:

It's October 31, 1986 and Courtney Flores thought she would have a fun Halloween night, but things turn creepy when she and her friends stumble upon a mysterious shack. A creature known as Chimera that was thought as a myth in the town of Shadowcreek turns out to be real. After ten years the old group of friends are brought back to the town just in time for the Chimera Festival. Some wanted to leave it in the past but strange stories and a suspicious murder force them to face down the monster that changed their life all those years ago.

[puhpandas]

thinking abt the ggy easter eggs rn

[the-last-quest]

Shadow was tired.

He just needed to wait until morning.

He just needed to not look at the mass in the center of the room.

(Sonic dhmis au)

[1456 words]

Tw: Major Character Death, brief description of injuries (it’s mostly left to imagination)

Shadow was tired

Kneeling on the tiled floor of the kitchen it was taking every bit of him to not close his eyes. To not let himself succumb to the cool release of sleep.

Or death.

Whichever came first.

Today’s lesson had been a brutal one, though Shadow supposes most of the lessons were brutal.

It started when he and Tails were cooking lunch, when the kid had accidentally nicked himself with the knife. Of course that caused a lesson to start. The teacher, this time taking the form of a talking knife block, preached to them all the joys of kitchen safety. Which then, of course, led to the two of them having to dodge multiple sharp kitchen utensils.

Shadow didn’t come out of that unscathed. He took a hit from a knife that was clearly aiming to take out Tails. At the time it was worth it to him, saving the fox from the pain from the blade. The large gash on his side bearable as long as he saved the kid from death at that moment.

Now though he wished he let Tails die then.

Gritting his teeth Shadow pushed himself off of the floor. Shooting pain emerged from his wound, but he bore through it. He’d handled worse before, not joking when he said lessons were brutal. He just had to leave the kitchen. If Shadow was going to bleed out he wasn’t going to do it with that looking straight at him.

The lesson didn’t end with the knives. They never ended with the knives. With Tails being the one who started the lesson the teacher’s attention was solely on the fox, and with Shadow already injured there wasn’t much he could do to protect the boy. He doesn’t know if he should be happy that the lesson ended at the blender before the teacher even acknowledged the overheating oven.

Using the wall for support Shadow kept his eyes glued to the ground as he made his way out of the kitchen. He didn’t want to see what remained of the fox again. It was bad enough the first time, as he watched the unfolding of the lesson, not being able to do anything about it.

As Shadow was just about to reach the doorframe, just about to leave the chaos forsaken room he stopped. He could feel the eyes on him, watching him as he left it all alone. He couldn’t do that, as much as he wanted to leave and wait until morning, to have his memories of this day fade into a dull ache in the back of his mind. He just couldn’t leave. Sighing he mentally prepared himself, turning to look at the center of the kitchen.

Shadow couldn’t call it a body, refusing to even think of the life the mass used to hold. The only thing that remained intact was the head. It was a cruel joke he supposed, something the teacher did to ensure the lesson stuck.

Blue eyes seemed to haunt Shadow.

First it was Maria on the Ark. Even with his memories of the outside world growing fuzzy he still remembered his sister and her eyes. He remembered the wonder they held when she looked down at the Earth, the love that he left when she looked at him, the pain as her life faded away.

Now it was a different pair of eyes, but to him they meant the same thing. The eyes that at first marveled at the new world they found themselves in, before either of them knew what it held in store, the eyes that constantly sought him out for some semblance of stability after they figured it out, the eyes that he had to watch constantly fade because he couldn’t save him.

That's how they were now, a brilliant blue faded to a dull gray.

Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. Swiping them away angrily, Shadow growled at himself. He shouldn’t feel like this. He knew this was going to happen. He knew that by the end of the day one, or both of them would end up dead. He’s been through this enough times by now that he knows he can’t change anything. He knows that he can’t save anyone.

So why does he feel like this? Why does he feel a paralyzing helplessness whenever one of those damn teachers comes to life? Why does he feel so guilt ridden over something he knows he has no control of because he himself is a victim? Why does he feel the same way he did back on the Ark?

Shadow sinks down against the wall, as those same questions swirl through his mind. Over and over again. The same questions never relenting. He knows the answer to them. He knows why, but he can’t bring himself to admit it. If he does things would change. It would just give them more ways to inflict pain and there was no way that he would ever give them that opportunity.

Right now though there’s nothing they can do. The lesson for the day was done, the sun having already set below the horizon. Morning needs to come again.

Knowing this Shadow gives up. He allows the tears to flow down his cheeks. His sobs irritated his already sore throat, his heaving breaths causing even more pain to spout from his wound. He doesn’t care though nobody is watching him, the only eyes open right now are ones that don’t matter.

Those eyes aren’t seeing anything. They won’t think he’s weak because he failed to protect someone. They won't remember it in the morning when they seek him out for comfort. Right now he can let everything out. He can fall apart and by morning he’ll be put back together again.

He cries until his lungs give up on him, when the blood loss finally makes itself apparent. He opens his eyes and finds the other ones staring back at him. He knows his will look the same soon.

Shadow lets himself drift off, the night finally winning.

~~~~~~~~

Somewhere, up above, gloved hands pick up two figures out of a small model kitchen.

They take care to fix them up, the fox figure having more repairs needed than usual, while the hedgehog only had a scratch.

Placing the figures into a model bedroom, the hands making sure to tuck the fox into bed. It’s the least they can do.

Sighing they begin to turn the crank.

The model house spins around while distant piano notes play a repeating tune.

It’s morning once again.

~~~~~~~~

Shadow was in his bed again. A small bit of light shining through his eyelids told him it was still early, the sun's rays just peeking over the horizon.

Taking a deep breath he let himself enjoy the moment. The peace that came with the early morning the only time he could find himself getting the closest to a semblance of relaxation. He knew the silence wouldn’t last forever so he took this time to enjoy it.

As if right on que soft footsteps made their way over to Shadow’s bed. Without opening his eyes he lifted the blanket, inviting Tails in. The bed dipped as the kid crawled under the blanket, curling up against the hedgehog, gripping onto his dark fur as if his life depended on it. As if Shadow could save it.

Lowering his arm, Shadow pulled Tails closer. He doesn’t know for whose benefit it was, they both needed it.

Time continued to pass as they lay together, the sun coming up over the horizon, the alarm ready to go off in any moment.

Tails shrunk into him, shaking as it drew nearer for them to leave the comfort of the bed. The kid didn’t cry though. He hadn’t cried in a long time. Shadow doesn’t think that’s a good thing.

Running his fingers through yellow fur Shadow tried to calm the fox, even though his anxiety was also rising. He doesn’t remember exactly what happened yesterday but he knows it was bad seeing that Tails sought him out this morning.

Today he’s going to make sure he takes the brunt of the lesson. He’s made this vow before, but this time he’s going to try harder, to draw the focus of the teachers towards him.

Because deep down, even if he would never admit it, Shadow cared for Tails. He cares for the kid that is stuck in this eternal torment with him. Even though it will kill him, Shadow will try his hardest to protect him.

Tails was his brother now and he’d be damned if he had to watch another sibling die in front of him.

[seaofreverie]

I knew about the post concert depression but no one told me about the post concert constant feeling of AAAAAAAAAHHH that lasts days and makes everything much more bearable and beautiful and some sort of ethereal type of hope is restored into the world, or maybe it's just the "seeing your favourite band after first thinking that it would never happen and later spending many months waiting for it all the while fearing that it wouldn't happen after all because of circumstances outside my control or feeling like it was too beautiful and wonderful to be true so ofc it wouldn't come true" part of it all

[keenestpeach]

I can’t believe brothers keeper comes immediately after sir sir sir that’s wild

[heavencasteel420]

I still wanna write the impulsive S1 Stoncy three-way that’s predicated by Joyce going missing instead. There’s no UD and she’s fine; she just got accidentally locked in a weird closet at work or something. Both because I don’t want to deal with too much sci-fi or tragedy, and because I think it’s very funny for the rumor mill at Hawkins High to abruptly switch from “the weird kid’s crazy mom went missing (probably because she’s crazy)” to “the weird kid, the most popular guy in junior year, and some cute but dorky sophomore all had a threesome.”

[quaranmine]

firewatch au is an interesting story because mumbo is such an omnipresent non-character. it doesn't matter if i characterize him correctly or not, because his character isn't ever present to exert change in the story. the only thing that does matter is grian's rosy, absence-defined ideals about who his best friend was. every single thing we learn about mumbo is filtered through like 12 different layers of love and grief and denial until he's on a pedestal so high nobody can see the truth. his character is almost solely defined by what someone else says about him.

in doing this, grian also inadvertantly strips away all the little mistakes and mishaps that are part of mumbo's agency and part of him being a real person until he's perfect. and all this idolization ends up making it worse for grian in the end, because he actively avoids engaging in any theories that suggest mumbo might have made a mistake or gone astray. there's clear dissonance between reality—grian knows mumbo got lost and is searching for him—and the way grian lashes out at anyone who suggests something that clashes with the perfect ideal of mumbo in his head, including getting lost. mumbo should be a character in his own story, but grian won't let him be.

instead he wraps his desire to find mumbo into a weird sort of side quest where he's just as interested in finding someone else to blame as he is finding mumbo. he spends the same amount of time trying to figure out exactly where it all went wrong during the search as he does actually searching for mumbo—even after he knows the general area mumbo was last in! it's a puzzle and he can't put anything to rest until he solves it. he's trying to force logic into everything so he can cope with it. because if he doesn't find someone or something to blame, then he has to face the reality that sometimes things just don't make sense. if it makes sense, he can solve it and fix it. if it doesn't make sense...then he just has to live with it, and he doesn't think he can.

[its-a-me-mango]

what would you do if a definitely normal and collected person, like a totally normal person would perhaps redraw that bunny 3 outfit you put on him, like would that be all okay, is that allowed

Maaan you can do whatever with my circus bunny 3, anything is fair game, go crazy go stupid go draw him. If it helps he has a bunny tail on the back (same colour as his ears), that's what the belts for, do whatever you want with this information. :3

[glmfic]

just know that we are always headed towards the next mairu moment, my writing is goal posted between them, as a little treat :)

[cryptid-fever]

Mystery Flesh Pit National Park

Tw: Death

The Mystery Flesh Pit National Park was created by Trevor Roberts here on tumblr as a world building project.

In the 1870s Jimmy Jackson discovers a super organism in the Permian Basin, while searching for Oil. It becomes a tourist attraction until the creation of national forest where it is taken as a national park.

It is taken over in part by a mining company called Anodyne. Anodyne places splints inside the opening of the creature creating a series of tunnels, that visitors can hike through.

They also have a lot of things you can do outside the pit, like go to Chili's or Hard Rock Cafe.

know obviously, walking into a flesh pit may have some unforeseen (not really unforeseen) consequences,

For example, In 2007 the park closed down due to the organism essentially sneezing. All of the splits broke trapping people inside. they were digested by the orgasm, any rescue team that manged to save people would have the people rescued attempted to go back into the organism. The organism released a gas that caused people in nearby areas to develop a tone of health issues.

Around 750+ deaths, and 1,800 major injuries.

It was discovered that Anodyne failed to do a lot of the safety protocol , and the company was turned into a flesh pit prevention organization.